Day 34 Cape Leveque

There’s not much I can write about today, mainly because the stunning scenery leaves me speechless. I can only fit so many pictures into each days update but I’ve taken so many.
The day began as usual at sunrise, with the ocean crashing over the rocks just meters from our beds. We slowly dragged ourselves off the mattress for breakfast and soaked up the view. As we sat around discussing what to do before leaving this idyllic location, we noticed what looked like deep water running between the point of Cape Leveque, and the small island just off the mainland. We agreed that the deep water running through the channel probably held larger fish, and would therefore offer a chance to change our angling luck. At a little after 7, with rods and towels in hand, off we went to the other side of the point, to the Western Beach. Arriving from the other side of the point looked closer to the channel, we thought. Ah,,,, wrong again, but what luck that we were wrong.
We negotiated a difficult drive to the waters edge and then began the kilometre plus walk along the sand to where I thought the channel was, and along the way, we were mesmerised with each step we took by the beauty of this place. The sand is white with not another footprint in view and the rocks are teeming with crabs and assorted shell fish. It’s not every day that you see a live clam about 30cm across, but even more stunning are the red sandstone cliffs fringing the length of the beach. The wind and the water have eroded the stone leaving a procession of jagged walls and silent stone sentinels to defend the mainland. The pictures don’t show how magnificent this coastline really is.
Once we got to the channel, it was evident that our shack was closer if we simply kept walking around the point, rather than if we walked back to the car along the beach so Jacqui, Tom, and Jake kept walking while Zach and I headed for the channel. We arrived just in time for the tide to turn and after casting our lines only twice each, we needed to make a run for higher ground as the tide came rushing in. We’ve since found out that Broome has the second highest variation between high and low tide, in the world and regularly has a difference of 11m between the two extremes. Once we got back to the higher ground, Zach walked back the quicker way while I headed back along the beach to the car. It was 8 30 when I arrived back at the love-shack but it had already been an eventful day. Nursing a range of oyster cuts and scrapes on both hands and feet, we packed up and headed back to Broome with another stop at a pearl farm on the way to load Jacqui up with a few more jewels. We're all so pleased we made the effort to get to the Cape. Thanks for the tip Robyn McNealy and Eddie.
Cheers,
Jorg