Day 17 was Christmas Eve, and Jeff and I decided to go on a real outback adventure. There is a sheep station 90 minutes from the Ningaloo Reef Resort. We were told we could snorkel the reef from along its shores, so we decided to check it out. We found Warroora Sheep Station, paid $5.00 each, and found the reef. The surf was up, the water was murky, we didn't get a good view of the reef, but we found turtles, lots and lots of sea turtles. It was quite an adventure. A lot happened on this day of the trip, so if you'd like to read more, check out the book version. Every one of these blogs has more detail than will fit in a blog. Readers love the entire story, and here is what some had to say.
Here I am, minutes before we went into the white choppy surf. It was very windy that day. The only people who knew Jeff and I were at this spot were the owners of the sheep station.
Below is a picture of a grave site nearby. The stone reads, "In Memory of Vern Storry Died 24 6 79" (June 6, 1979 or maybe 1879?) Maybe he went swimming and didn't live to tell about it.
Below is a picture of the sheep station from a distance. It's in the outback, on a piece of land the size of a small country (almost), and the owners live off-the-grid. Mail was delivered once a week along with their groceries. It's as remote as it gets. I go into great detail here about the land, the people, their way of life, sheep shearing, and what it was like to drive our rental jeep through the desert and then swim in the rough waters.
At the end of the day, we celebrated being alive (we had our moments) and the beauty of Christmas Eve by dining on the patio of Fin's Cafe (below). The food was fabulous.
Fin's is also where we were able to check emails. I had a lot to tell my friends and family back home.
All photos in this blog are genuine trip photos.