Bullara Station And Some Mist

Bullara Station, highly recommended, impending bad weather so we decided to stay there two days.

On arrival we got site 29, the weather till looking pretty good, the forecast predicting up to 15mm.

Although everyone was skeptical as no rain had fallen in 14 months the BOM showed a thick rain band over 2000km long, we did put our tarp on the sidecar to keep any rain out.

Great move, at little o’clock in the night down it came and with a backbone, the morning dawned with lakes all around us, our tent was fine from the top but the rain tide had come up enough to cover our tent footprint and go beneath the tub, we were dry …but not by much.

You are welcome guys, only takes a moto to turn up to bring on the rain…around 30 – 40 mm in the end they (we) had so worthy. 

At one of the kitchens there is a cool as sculpture covered in bottles, every year people add to the collection, once yearly it get cleaned off for new bottles...except this one which stays.

Message in a bottle, read this, simple but moving.

Some other interesting things in a groovy place

With Exmouth on our list we hit it not realizing what we were in for, only 90km so an easy day, getting to Exmouth we discovered we had just hit peak season, no unpowered camps sites available, only powered sites and $70 north.

Also an extremely touristy town it became apparent that if you have not booked EVERYTHING (including a fart) then it wasn’t happening.

Supermarket, grog shop and servo we decide to wing it in the National Park.

At a camp which we will not name we pulled in, the camp host asked for our booking, we explained that we did not have one and were hoping for a cancelled spot etc.

After a few minutes chatting she says, (off the record) you can always ask the guys down in the camp if someone will share their site (on the record) as you are visiting your friend and your friend has said no problem.

Off we tootled to find a new friend, a Swedish fello by the name of Ely said hey no worries, we said we only have a small tent and moto which was cool by him…we were in thanks to some rule bending and sensible thinking.

Happy hour at 5pm, we were there at 4.59 so as not to miss the action of a stunning sunset and good bastids to sit and yarn with.

Our torch was dead from not having a charge cable after some legend stole it, I asked Ely if he had one we could borrow…he did…wohhoh lighting again.

The following day we got onto our site that we managed to book and bag so we were there 100% kosher, after our morning walk up to the gorge we came back to a surprise at the tent, a cable with a note on it saying a gift from Ely as he had a spare, this absolutely made our day, shit being given to us rather than shit being stolen from us.

After our two nights here we headed back to Exmouth, all the snorkeling trips etc fully booked and with rough/high seas not many had been out so a waiting list was forming, we decided we could do this elsewhere anyway so headed back to Bullara station which again made for a good midpoint stop.

Clocking in we got exactly the same camp site so we knew exactly where to go and where to position the tent, new neighbours and no rain being the only difference.

Just the one night we watched the sunset from …well Sunset Hill.