Road to Hell !
Trip Start Jul 25, 2012
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As I approached the small town there were signs every where to make sure 'you wash your vehicle' of any possible germ carrying bug, weed or seed that may endanger the National Parks. Ok!
So being the good law abiding citizen that I am, I headed off to the local automatic do it yourself...car wash. Probably a good thing as it had been a long time since it's last wash and I was carrying more than enough red dust and grime to build another track off into no man's land.
Automatic car washes with 6 or 7 different settings is not recommended when your vehicle is 2.7m high and 8 or 9m long. After $12 all I managed was a quick soap up and half a rinse down. Green soapy stripes not a good sight. But I didn't have any more change, so thought what the hell it's raining anyway, hopefully the rain will do the job and drove on, in to town.
Down the main street and wham bam!, you find yourself staring into the ocean. Any other day this would have been a magical sight, but not today. The wind was blowing a gale and bitterly cold and as I nudged closer to the coastline, through the mesmerizing motion of the windscreen wipers swaying back and forth, I could see in the distance the waves pounding against the rocks projecting a spray of fine mist on to the foreshore. This was going to be another town visited only from within the comfort of the van.
As I mentioned in my last entry it was suggested I take this 'scenic' road to Esperance, as Hopetoun had nothing to offer...except lousy weather and I wasn't keen on that, I took off hoping to find better weather to the east.
20km down the road and as I was nowhere near the ocean and therefore devoid of all scenery that I had been told I would encounter, well, no turning back now as it would only mean I would have to double back as this was it...there was no other road
The further I drove on, the worse the road became, and the pot holes deeper and deeper. If I swerved to miss one I'd only find myself falling into the pit of another. Woe is me! Time to check the map again, surely there is another road out of this hell, before the van rocks and shakes itself into spare parts.
On the map there is a road off to the left, but I don't know how much further on it is, as I have no bloody idea where the hell I am. Ok. Now I have no choice but to soldier on and cross everything I make it before I lose what's left of my sanity.
Whoooo! Road on the left ahead. I have no idea where it's going to take me, except off this road to hell.
After another 10km of (graded) dirt road I finally reached an intersection and bitumen. Hell's over.
Right it is. Finally reach a T junction and bugger me, no sign post. By this time I am totally disoriented, so I sit and ponder my possibilities, left or right. Then out of the blue a car appears and slows down and turns in my direction.
Action is needed, wind down the window, wave frantically, that's it, phew! they stopped.
Which way is Esperance? Right. Thank you. I wasn't lost after all.
After an extremely harrowing, draining and I might add, 'adjectivally colourful' experience on the so called 'scenic' drive, I was thankful to be on the Highway again and on my way to my destination, Quagi Beach a hidden gem about 60km from Esperance.