On route to 80 mile beach we all shared a craving for some hot scones. With the ingredients on board (coincidently), around half an hour later at a rugged roadside stop we were standing over our Weber waiting for our scones to cook. These scrumptious morsels never tasted so good!
We braved 10kms of corrugated dirt road (in our on-road van) to make a stop at beautiful 80 Mile Beach. The children had been told by some older campers at Broome that this is ‘The’ place for serious shell collectors. And thus we had no choice but to stop off and investigate for ourselves! It really was a haven for lovely shells. The kids staggered up the beach with heavy buckets after an hour and a half combing the beach the afternoon of our arrival. This collecting spawned great shell shops and shell polishing services on the annex mat. Annabelle, Harrison, Hannah (and Kate!) took great pride in rinsing and arranging their shells in groups of finds. There was much discussion about which shells were or were not cone shells and whether they could be touched (some species are deadly to humans). Of course it was the cone shells that were usually the most striking and tempting! We hadn’t realised until we were set up that the office staff had kindly given us the campsite nearest the noisy generators, which whirred and powered the camp day and night!
After two days relaxing at remote 80 Mile Beach we spent a night at Port Headland. The highlight was probably driving by the massive salt pans and piles. The beach and township were fairly unremarkable and it was really just an overnight stop to break up the journey.
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