It wasn’t so long ago that I arrived in sunny Newman (and yes I am saying that in a sarcastic tone) … with my acrylic nails, stilettos, face full of makeup … I would never be seen without my pink designer bag … or make up for that matter. Well, fast forward 9 months and check me out now! Thought I’d share a few photos that I took at work last week …
This is me at work ... just hanging out ...
I’ve replaced my stilettos with a pair of super comfy steel caps (accompanied by Mr. W.’s socks of course!).
just in case you missed it the first time ...
And back to that “sunny” thing for just a minute … can you believe that when I got in my 4×4 (yep, there’s no “car” anymore) this afternoon it said 50 degrees on the temperature gauge … can’t talk … melting!!!
What’s the longest journey you’ve ever done by car (none of this aeroplane comfort caper!!)? Bunbury to Perth? Perth to Shark Bay? Pffftt. My longest journey to date is the drive from Harvey to Newman … in total it took us about 17 hours (ok so if you have a journey longer, then yes yes you win lol). The drive was loooooong … mainly due to the fact that we stopped so often (I’m a girl … I have needs!!) … and the fact that we had the entire contents of my life following us on a trailer, which restricts just how fast you can go on a gravel road. It didn’t help that (due to circumstances outside of our control) we had only a single tank (yes folks, in these parts you need long range tanks that can get you about 900km) … just call me a seasoned long distance traveller!
Now that is some SERIOUS diesel!!
While the journey was long and somewhat boring (despite numerous attempts at playing eye spy) … it was also exciting and full of gorgeous scenery. Apparently it was exciting because it was my first time. I nearly wet my pants when I saw a family of bush chooks (emus to the rest of you), not to mention the wedgetail eagles, cows, goats, sheep and of course good old skippy. I was fascinated to learn why a lot of the trees and bushes were all perfectly hedged around the bottom … billy goats if you were wondering. And don’t get me started on the amazing Pilbara Sunsets!! Oh and did I mention roadhouse toasted sandwiches? Well I should …
Although perhaps the most exciting part of the journey for me was seeing the sign that said “The Outback Starts Here”. While it may seem small, this was for me the beginning of my journey as the Pilbara Princess. What laid ahead was an expanse of gravel road … and beyond that, my dusty new life … sans stilettos.
The Outback Starts Here!
And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better … I passed the 26th Parallel (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/26th_parallel_south) … and then the Tropic of Capricorn (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropic_of_Capricorn)! There’s not much there … just a roadhouse which is known to locals as the “Cappy” Roadhouse … this also doubles as a pub and the best place to get breakfast in around 200kms (but that is info for another blog post!).
And so after a mammoth 17 hours in a car, with an albeit gorgeous man (who, god bless his cotton socks, did all of the driving), I have never been happier to see a driveway and front door! Home sweet home … dusty, dusty red dirt. I can vouch for the fact that red dirt gets into EVERYTHING by the fact that any boxes that were on the back of the trailer were filled with fine, dusty red dirt … much to my delight!
And it’s here that the fun really begins … stay posted for my adventures with road trains … and my life as a Domestic Goddess … Nigella … eat your heart out!