Wild Quobba and Red Bluff

We made a detour north of Carnarvon out to Quobba and then a further 65 km along a dirt road, uncannily reminiscent for us of the Tanami (we had the shakes when we finally arrived) out to an isolated and beautiful surf spot called Red Bluff. Its great to go to places that the general caravan parade just bypass. Another fabulous campspot on the ocean front where we spent a lot of time watching the whales migrating south, breaching and spouting and displaying themselves as they went. It was magnificent.

The kids really enjoyed some waves and Kai in particular became quite confident. However we had to be careful because it was very rough and dumpy, obviously not patrolled and we were told an 8m swell was on its way for the weekend. Quobba, on the way into Red Bluff has some blowholes which were starting to really go off in preparation of the 8m swell. We stopped there twice, once on the way up to Red Bluff which was spectacular enough, but then on the way back when the surf had picked up even more....

On our way up:

And on our way back:

The ferocity of the waves was captivating and the crash of the waves on the shoreline at Red Bluff was a great way to fall asleep that evening. After the calm turquoise waters of Cape Range it was a welcome change to have this movement and action. We headed into Carnarvon and booked into the Coral Coast Tourist Park for a night for a much needed proper shower and some washing after 5 nights 'out bush'.