The cop stopped us at the entrance, “How low are you taking your tyre pressure down to?”
“20” Andrew answered. This was met with raucous laughter “go down to 18!” More laughter ensued.
“Should we be worried?”
“If you know what you’re doing you should be fine.” Andrew flashed me a look. We could have stayed at the nearby camp, where no 4wd was required, but I had my heart set on campsite 6 at Black Springs.
The cop continued:
“I’ve just had to pull out two people. Everyone’s getting bogged today” then he looked at the two tonne trailer we were towing and laughed some more.
“I’ll give you the number to the tow guy, I’m done for today”.
When he drove off, another car pulled up with the same questions.
“Take em down to 15. Did you see the coppa go by? I just had to help him out of a bog!”
The drive in was intense but we didn’t get bogged. We bent something on the trailer and something less important (but fixable) ripped off. It was worth it – we arrived at a waterfront campsite in paradise. I’m not even exaggerating.
We made friends with a fellow travelling family and together, we explored the sand dunes along Seven Mile Beach. We swam in the most tranquil waters and enjoyed some great company over a beach fire, while the kids collected fresh cockles to eat.
Our last day delivered an epic raspberry sunset over still waters, with dolphins in the background.
The sunrise was also breathtaking, casting a golden light over the entire bay.
Reluctantly we packed up, and tackled the soft sands out.
