A lot of people head for the Indian Ocean. It's close, lots of beaches and a Christmas and New Year's swim is very Australian. This holiday season, with a few extra days off from work and tired of staring at triple digit temps (no, we don't have air-conditioning), we fled south. Very south. To the Southern Ocean where cool breezes from Antarctica are most welcome and higher elevations support green vegetation year round. A perfect escape from a hot, dried-up interior.
O.K. make a quick stop at the Dog Cemetery to count how many dogs died from snake bite. Also note how much money has been raised in a quirky Dog in a Ute (El Camino type car) competition proudly held in this dustbowl. Count on drinking a half gallon of water every couple of hours.
Are we there yet?
Yes, the Southern Ocean is this blue. And the breezes just as cool. Kev is standing by a blow hole which would be spouting mist nine feet in the air if the ocean waves were stronger. Whaling was big in the Albany area, indeed a large part of why it existed, although no whaling is done now. An exciting feature of Torndirrup National Park is that the coastline fits like a jigsaw piece into the northern coast of Antarctica near Windmill Islands. Very rugged and beautiful this southern seaside coast is. Crave humanity? Keep your wallet handy. Every building in the city wanted an admission fee. Reluctant to wear out too much leather, I skipped many of the buildings.
Eventually, all escapes come to an end. We headed through familiar areas: Pemberton (excellent pub grub, wineries and where we were extras in a movie on our last visit) - an excellent value region very underappreciated by Perthians; Northcliffe (we spent New Year's Eve here with 16 other displaced people at a country pub) ; and Harvey - there is something right about Harvey. I like its land, feel, products and festivals--a worthy detour anytime. And every mile further north was one degree hotter in the oven called WA summer.
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