Waychincup NP
3rd and 4th December
As I checked out of Cheynes Beach Caravan Park, the proprietor told me there was a whale on the beach so we drove down to have a look. It was a small sperm whale and seemed to have been dead for awhile.
I had been disappointed we didn't make Waychinicup Inlet the day before, but didn't want to move camp every night, so we planned to head next to Fitzgerald National Park. Nevertheless I wanted to drop in a have a look at Waychincup Inlet on the way. What we found is a beautiful spot with the southern ocean surging through a small opening between granite boulder hills into a stream-fed inlet.
The campsites were almost all full and both the remaining ones sloping and tight, but it didn't take us long to opt for two days here rather than in Fitzgerald NP. A bird in the hand and all that, plus campers we talked to who had been to both rated Waychinicup as better. To seal the deal, they told us they had caught a couple of King George whiting that morning. We just loved the look and feel of the place. So we pitched the tent as best we could and the boys headed down to fish in the inlet. That's where they stayed until dark and a rain shower drove us all back to camp with a couple of whiting, herring, a skippy trevally and a big squid.
Bro fell asleep within seconds of getting to bed after dinner.
The night was squally – the tent flapped and the wind whooshed – not a good sleeping night, but the tent kept most of the rain out.
Next morning the boys were back fishing while I put silicon goop on a few pin-holes in the floor and rigged up the awning top fit around the tree in front of the tent. It turned out most of the other campers had come to Waychinicup together and they all left together leaving the place to ourselves. As the last ones left, the brought out a Joey to feed. Bro volunteered for the job.
It was going to a wildlife refuge later that day.
We ended up with more whiting plus two good squid which we prepared and marinaded in milk for later.
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