Onslow - Point Samson

It was dark when we arrived at Onslow so we missed the tedious road on the way in but couldn’t avoid it on the drive back to the highway in the morning. When a single tree becomes a tourist stop then you’re suffering sensory deprivation. Thought I should mention it.

We stopped a Fortescue River for our lunch break, this is where I (Steve) walked a dog to the top of a hill where it fell off to it’s death (many years ago), there were no witness so it was a accident, Corinne didn’t go for a walk with me to the cliff, neither did Midget.

Our next stop was Karratha Shopping Centre. We used to drive 100s of km to bask in the air conditioned luxury of this retail heaven in the old days, it hasn’t changed at all and felt just a little mediocre now that we’re sophisticated Mandurians. Had to look at the new Dampier, the traffic is non stop to the Burrup and the whole area has sprouted pipes, tanks and frames. It’s all brutally magnificent.

At only fifty kms to Point Samson for that night’s restaurant meal we made for Trawlers restaurant. There were lots of nooks to hide away from the camping Nazis but we couldn’t be bothered finding them so slept in the car park overlooking the ocean and the queued ships.