Our journey to Point Samson took us through the type of terrain that we had become accustomed to in the Pilbara - hills, low-growing bushes & spinifex. The soil was still red (my feet are permanently stained!) & the hills displayed some wonderful contrasts in colour. Most of the rivers & creeks were dry & cattle were spread sparsely over the land. Beyond the turn-off to Tom Price, roadtrains became less frequent & the road felt safer - there were fewer dead animals, too, which pleased us. Sturt's Desert Pea adorned the verges, along with the purple mulla mulla.
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| Desert Pea |
We reached Roebourne just before midday - it was small but had an historic, stone-built Visitor Centre that had once been a gaol. There was also a modern prison, which was architecturally far less attractive, but I'm not sure that the inmates of either would have worried too much about the styles of their respective lock-ups! Mining was still prevalent & it encroached upon all the towns in this area - it was probably their reason for being.
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| Visitor's Centre |
Finally, we arrived at Point Samson & settled in at a caravan park there. I won't be cooking tonight, as there is a pub right next to the park.
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