The first section of road is unsealed, and is unkindly described by locals as driving up a drain.
There are numerous places to stay and/or camp, all run by aboriginal communities, and deciding where to go was a bit of a challenge. We made our first destination Middle Lagoon, some 150 km north of Broome, then 30 km in on a sandy rough track with the odd abandoned car.
It was well worth the effort.
They have over 70 well spaced campsites plus cabins and bush shelters. In July and August you can't get in without a booking. Thankfully our early arrival in the season meant that there were maybe only 20 sites occupied. We found a large site with water views, sea breezes and good shade. It's over 30 degrees during the day.
The tidal range is huge and the place looks totally different at high and low tide. This is low tide, looking back over the beach to the front row of ocean view, but hot and breezy campsites.
Amazingly, no crocodiles or stingers so swim and snorkel at your leisure. Low tide looks like this, with the beachfront campers in the background.
Low tide provides great opportunities to explore the exposed rock platforms...
...though some sections are easier going than others...
..not that that worried the beach stone curlews.
At the end of this beach was a mangrove creek. You really have to have faith that there are no crocodiles!
Anyway, with a kilometre of deserted beach, it might be hard for one to find you?
To the north are little bays, with tortured but beautifully coloured cliff backdrops..
..and weird rock formations...
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..plus oysters....
..and scurrying crabs...
...and furry chitons.
...and of course lovely swimming.
The return loop started through a small grove of pandanus...
...then a miniature Monet's Garden...
...and lots of different birds, including rainbow bee-eaters...
...bar shouldered doves...
...zebra finches..
...and corellas.
Back at the camp we made a new friend...
...and also in the evening at sunset time, especially handy when they had ice for our G&Ts
Arguably though the coup de grace were the breakfasts.
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