The Francois Peron NP turned out to be a hot tub in the outback, which was a perfect compliment to the overcast weather. We decided to make a start on our journey to Canarvon instead of laying tracks in the 4WD accesss park. The Subo's spirit is willing, but the clearance is lacking. We made a stop at Hamelin pool on our way out of shark bay to see the worlds oldest living fossils, Stromatolites. Free from predation, stumpy and the rest of his gang hang out in the brackish waters of WA, selflessly potosynthesising in their 3.5 Ga pursuit to eliminate carbon dioxide from this planet. Infact, the whole stop was a little lackluster, but we enjoyed in nonetheless. That night, much to louis' excitement, we camped on top of the only hill between Kalbarri and Canarvon, a little messa with an ocean view. Packing the car the next day was by the book, our Tetris practice paying off, and we made our way through Canarvon for fuel and food and a little farmers market, right to coral bay. Since we got here last night, we have made friends with a few other groups of travelers doing the usual camping stuff: cooking, sitting around, drinking beer and sharing stories. We just now bumped into a group we met in Kalbarri (who we gave a few CDs to since they didn't have any and their radio didn't work), who told us they managed to roll their big ute while swerving for a kangaroo. Now they're beach bums untill the bus comes to pick them up. At the toe of the Ningaloo Reef, which i hear rivals only the Great Barrier Reef, today has been the best snorkeling i've done. Tonight will be more of the same, although we'll try to camp for free on the beach with some of Aurelie's French friends...
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