DINGO STOLE MY CHICKEN

When we awoke on Sunday morning, we ran over the dunes to the highest point to watch the sunrise. As we ran over the dunes, we saw small paw prints around our campsite, leading back over the dunes and far away.

Read the previous post here.


We got up the hill just in time to see the sky turn yellow and orange, before the sun rose over the ocean. I’d seen the sunrise before, but I’d never noticed how quickly it moves once it pops up. There was a short cold snap in the air right before it drifted above. It felt like ages before the sun gave off any heat. So naturally, we started up the camp barbeque and began cooking breakfast.

    

Mist covered the ocean all around us, leaving a magical blanket of fog that stopped right before the sandy beach. Speaking of sand and beach, there was a large pile of sand that had been flicked up all around the deep hole where we had burried the barbequed chicken carcass the night before.

“MILLY, A DINGO STOLE OUR CHICKEN,”

Mark cried out with a huge grin on his face. We couldn’t believe that a dingo had actually come onto our campsite whilst we were dead asleep and taken our leftovers.

Breakfast is being served

We set up the table, cracked open our Dare Iced Coffees and began cooking the mushrooms, bacon and eggs over the heat. We have the habit of cooking the absoloute crap out of the mushrooms, until they are so small and golden that you could mistake them for $2 coins.
 
After breakfast we carried our deck chairs up to a higher dune that over looked the beach, and sat and watched the waves crash, hoping to spot some dolphins or whales.

 With full tummies and a clean campsite, we drove back to the small town nearby, and fetched our groceries for our Sunday night dinner. It’s a shame that the local town has become deserted, and no longer had a grocery store. Luckily there’s another smal town nearby, so we drove there. Once we were stocked up, we headed back to the beach and drove up to the north end, where we took the back dunes and ended up over the other side of the headland. Mark thought this part was shut off, and years ago nobody could drive on that part of the beach or walk. But now – we had a secret camping ground all to ourselves.


We parked the ute facing the beach, abd carried our deck chairs and a picnic rug to the top of a hill looking over the beach. With a cheese board, South Cape Cheese, cabanossi, strawberries and dipping chocolate, salami and plenty of crackers and dip, we sat and ate until we could hardly move.

  As the sun began to set behind the dunes, I noticed how many shells were scattered across the beach. Vivid memories from my childhood were flashing before my eyes as I picked up the small shells and dusted off the sand. I finished my drink, and started putting all the carefully selected shells in the broken plastic cup. Mark watched me as I stared at the ground, and called out to me when I got futher up the beach.

When the first star appears in the sky, I’ll start the fire.

As he turned to walk back to the campsite, we both looked above and saw it – the first star. So without hesitation, he began chopping up the wood, and preparing the fire.

With a cup of shells in hand, I gave up my shell hunting when the sun set behind the dunes. A beautiful rainbow sunset was above us, with all colours in the spectrum spread across the sky.


We had a barbequed chicken again for dinner, and burried the carcass deep under the sand again. But this time, we kept the fire burning through the night.

Find out what wildlife encounters we had the next day.

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