Off to the west coast

The fish weren’t biting in the lakes, so we moved closer to the coast — the west coast.

We’d heard it was quieter than the east, and with plenty of travellers around, it seemed like the right move. Turns out, it was the busiest time of year, so it probably didn’t matter which direction we went. Accommodation was scarce.

After searching far and wide, we found somewhere to stay for the night. Enough to cook a steak over the fire pit and watch the sun set behind the hills.

Up early the next morning — time to test the rivers.

The Henty River near Strahan is meant to be a sure bet. We found a good spot and settled in for a few hours. While scanning the water for any sign of fish, an inquisitive platypus came up to check us out. No photo, of course.

I sat on a Zoom call, half-working, half-waiting for it to resurface — all while being eaten alive by sandflies.

Jason headed off along the river — upstream, maybe downstream — and crossed paths with a short, fat tiger snake. Luckily, it was just as startled as he was and disappeared into the bush.

Note to self: avoid that bush.

A few hours later, it was time to eat.
I’m starting to think that might be the problem — maybe our feeding time is also the fish feeding time.

Something to investigate.

Anyway, off to lunch — and then on to sunset at Dove Lake.