Tripping Roads & Rocking Waves

I once heard about a roadside diner in North America that had an advertising sign saying "Check out 'Duke's Diner' - 10,000 flies can't be wrong". In the essence of this message, it would be an understatement to say that Wave Rock comes recommended. Our enjoyment level of one of the most famous spectacles of Western Australia was on a knife edge between appreciating it's magnificence, and keeping our blood from reaching boiling point with each collision from nature's most pointless production. I began to wonder if the real stimuli for the name 'Wave Rock' wasn't the imposing similarity to a giant breaking wave, but because of the manic gesticulating necessary for keeping the flies away from your face.

Despite our hyperactive hosts, we marvelled at nature's work-in-progress (2,700 million years and still going), but resisted the temptation to walk (or float under the wings of a million flies) the 1.5 km to 'Hippo's Yawn', and instead opted to finding a suitable patch of grass for our first night in the tent. Unfortunately the campsite at Wave Rock was obviously relying on it's proximity to the attraction rather than luxurious amenities to attract the punters, so we backtracked a few kilometres to an alternative.

Considering the distinct remoteness of this site, & the fact it was only a secondary part of the owner's farming business, it is amazing how fantastic it was. Rumours around 'camper's kitchen' said $1.3million had been ploughed into it's recent development. And so, we pitched our tent on a patch of grass with more bounce than 'Baywatch', cooked dinner, and made for our first night's sleep with nature.

This was a promising start to camping.