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Day 396: Quondong

Thursday, 3 July 2014

We woke to another cool morning. After breakfast we headed off to the rock pools again as the tide was low and about to turn. We found some blue crabs, but Hendrix missed all of them with his spear. We saw heaps of trochus again; another fish that we think is a stonefish, a long-legged starfish, and Hendrix found a green turtle. I took a couple of photos of it and got quite close, so when the phone ran out of battery power, I decided to attempt to give it a pat on the head. It didn’t seem to mind, and didn’t move at all. So the kids came over and gave it a pat too. Elokin went to pick it up but it didn’t like that and moved away from us. It seemed a bit freaked out then and went to a shallower part of the pool. Nath decided that it would be in the best interest of the turtle to release it back to the open water. Nath picked it up and after a short flap, she calmed completely. Elokin had a hold too but she was too heavy for her and she gave her back to her dad. Nath carried the calm little turtle back to the ocean and let her go. We think that she would have enjoyed the new experience and one that turtles don’t normally get to do… flying.

After the turtle experience we thought that our day was topped. But not yet. We walked further around the rock pools looking for more bait and to try to work out a good spot for fishing on high tide. We found a good spot but continued to look. All of a sudden Nath bent down and said he found a shell, but wasn’t sure what kind or if it was broken. He lifted a huge rock off it and out came a perfectly good trumpet shell, and a big one at that. While he was cleaning the sand out of it in a rock pool, I looked over and found another one. Not as big, but again under a big rock. Nath lifted it off and it too was in good condition. Awesome. Two good size trumpet shells within minutes. Who would have thought of looking under big rocks to find them. After that we kept looking, and found two more all in the same area, but those two were broken so we left them there. We then made our way back to camp to have a quick bite to eat as it was only a couple of hours until high tide.

Once we had a snack, we headed back to the furthest point to try our luck fishing off the rocks on the incoming tide. We got a few good bites, a couple of snags that managed to be temporary and came off, but didn’t catch anything. We had to make the call to leave as it was getting to scary to stay there. As soon as we left, I looked back and saw a huge way splash over where we had just been standing. Good time to get off!

We headed to our next spot near the rock pool where the turtle was and floating in the water was a turtle about the same size. Maybe it had something wrong with it, or just really likes this spot. Another one a bit bigger popped up right in front of us, so perhaps there is something here the turtles like. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t fish as we didn’t even get one bite between us. While we were fishing this spot, a pod of about 5 humpback whales surfaced about 200 metres off shore. They cruised along heading north and every so often they would surface for a breath. It was awesome and so close.

We decided that there was no fish here and moved to our last place on the headland. There was already one other guy here fishing and he had been getting heaps of bites. A fish had already busted him off. That sounds promising. We tried our luck and both got bites. I also got a really big snag that kept me stuck for quite a while. When I handed it over to Nath to break off for me, it freed itself and he retrieved both my hook and sinker, just no bait. I gave up at that point and headed back to camp with the kids as we were overdue for lunch. Nath stayed as there was bait left and his rule is that if we kill it we need to either eat it, or use it.

A while later Nath followed us back to camp after catching nothing. He did get more bites, but that was it. This afternoon we got organised and packed up most things. Elokin washed up and Hendrix dried up for the first time. As it the sun was getting low, Nath decided that we would leave them to it and take a beer and wine to the headland to watch our last sunset over the Indian Ocean. Elokin and Hendrix finished their job and joined us just as the last bit of sun went down past the horizon.

It was a really nice sunset too. It is rather sad to be leaving the WA coast after enjoying it for so long now. Neither of us is really ready, but we do have to leave at some point so it may as well be now. We are all going to miss the rock pools, ocean, beaches, coral, fish, shells and driftwood.

On our way back to camp, we chatted to a man that had just arrived. They had just come off the Gibb and said that the road was good as they are working on it. There was also lots of people, and he passed a car about every half hour. Just as we thought. We are now swaying towards not going on the Gibb and going on the tar as we haven’t done it before, and that way we can keep the memories of the Gibb from last time when there was hardly anyone on it.

 

Until next time…. Happy and Safe Travels.

Observing the Turtles of Ningaloo Reef

Another iconic moment in our family adventure was witnessing the breeding cycle of the turtles around the Ningaloo reef area.

During our daily beach walks and sunsets at the beach we were greeted with visions of double decker turtles. Most days you could not walk to the beach and not see at least 1 mating couple bobbing around the lagoon or washed up on shore awaiting the end of the mating game. These guys are usually glazed over and in a different state of mind caring not at all about us passing humans. Early afternoon we would find 6 or so female turtles sleeping up on Trisel beach to find reprieve from the male turtles eager to mate as soon as possible.

Purchase turtle image
Purchase turtle image

 

The ugly side to the mating season finds female turtles being drowned by eager males fighting over her and pushing her down unable to surface for a breath of air; inevitably we find the odd turtle dead on the beach. For the males again it is not all a night out with the ladies, in their struggle to mate with as many females as possible they bite at each other’s genitals leaving some tender and swollen bits which make for a sorry site and can make a grown man cringe.

In the following weeks the turtle tracks begin to be left on the beach and we plan a night on the beach to view the egg laying take place. The kids are prepped in their warm cloths and excited with the possibility of an up close and personal experience with the big turtles we visit at the beach nearly every day as the sun goes down.

The cameras are all set even though we can’t use the flash we hope to get one photograph to keep from our turtle encounter as a reminder. With no illusion that this will not be a fast paced action packed process due to the involvement of a turtle, I have packed the fishing gear to kill time waiting for the rounded ladies to put in an appearance and mosey up the beach.

We all jump in the car and motor down, as always it is a bit of a rush to get everyone ready and in the car to make sunset from the sand dunes. After much jumping, running back and forth and a hasty drive to the beach all four of us make it to see the sunset over the magnificent Indian Ocean, Romandar and I enjoy a beer as the sun melts away.

The kids play making sand castles and drawing pictures in the sand while I put the trusty fishing rod out to land the big one. Romandar kicks back and admires the stars for a while then notice one large turtle making its way up the star lit beach; we unanimously decide to sit tight while she makes her way up from the water. As we sit another turtle pops out of the small shore breaker waves not more than 5 meters in front of us. Romandar and I look at each other with the face expression that say it all “WHAT THE??” WACK! The silent serenity is broken by a shark fleeing with my hook and line, the drag is wising off and the rod is buckling over, not sure what the turtle thought was going on but she didn’t stick around to find out and faded back into the ocean as quick as she arrived. Moments after the shark bit my tackle off, I re rigged the line and we gathered up our gear and move a bit closer to the turtle Romandar spotted moving up the beach so we can keep tabs on the laying process.

Elokin and I crawled up to check its progress to see it was still digging and moved back to the group waiting well back from the nesting area. Another 20 odd minutes passed and we moved in closer again. I crawled right up behind her to check if she was laying as the sand had stopped flying out of the hole. The turtle was in the last stages of digging the cavern to lay her eggs. Again I crawled back and as a family we got ready to crawl up behind very quietly to see the eggs being laid. Hendrix was pretty much asleep by this time so he rode on my back like a cowboy after a bad day with a group of Indians, flopped over with no movement.

The time was upon us, Elokin was delighted to be this close seeing the big green lady dropping eggs into the hole. Hendrix awoke for long enough to see what was going on but struggled to find his enthusiasm threw his bleary half shut eyes and went back to sleeping. Of cause the two big kids Romandar and I had been in awe of the events taking place and again we are left saying does it get any better than this…….

We had plenty of time to observe as they lay approximately 120 eggs at a time. She finished laying the eggs and set to covering the hole, firstly using her back flippers to cover the cavern up and following up by flinging sand backward as she moved forward to conceal the entire hole that she had dug.

By the end I think we all looked similar to Hendrix, we called it a night and headed for home.

In the weeks to follow on our morning walks we found a distraught turtle after enduring the exhausting effort of digging and laying her eggs she found herself stuck in a rock hole only inch’s bigger than herself and unable to get out. All four of us took positions to assist the lass out of the rock confine. My god turtles are heavy; you really don’t want to have your fingers stuck between a struggling turtle and the rocks. After a few heave hoe’s we had her out on the flat rocks and headed for the ocean and looking like she was no worse off for the trouble.

Now for the final finale the cute wee little baby ones….. We had numerous attempts at finding these little guys, waiting nights and mornings on the beach, walking back and forth across many a beach. We even GPS marked the holes we had seen turtles laying in and returned approximately 60 days after the event hoping to see them coming out. At the end of the day it all comes down to pot luck, however, one trick we found very effective is to find a baby turtle track and follow these back to the nest, if luck is on your side little black and white speedy turtles will be emerging from the sand. As it turns out luck is on our side and the nose of a turtles pops out followed by its head and front flippers, in a blink of an eye it is out and off making its way to the lowest horizon, the ocean. Squeal’s of delight fill the air from the kids and Romandar and we find the small hole erupting with baby turtles clambering over one another, some heading the wrong way, fortunately for them the kids are quick to assist and block the path to point them in the right direction to avoid the ghastly ending for a little guy that goes into the dunes to the East.

Down the beach the hoard runs to quickly enter the water, some wash back in with the shore breakers and others find more sheltered entry points making a swift entry. The black tipped and white tipped shark fins become very apparent to us onlookers but I’m sure the baby turtles are taken by surprise when faced by their swift ending. It is not hard to see during this process why the odds for a turtles survival are only 1 in 1000 make it to adult hood, between the crabs, sea birds, fish, sharks, fox’s, goannas and whatever else stands in their way during their life cycle.

Even the kids notice the sharks and as always we give them the hard truth about the food chain, lucky our kids know and understand where our food comes from and are quick to understand everything else needs to eat as well and get on with enjoying the cute little turtles running down the beach ensuring they do what they can to aid them to reach the water without interfering with the natural process. When they are all in the water and all the action has subsided we head off hearing each other’s encounters and humorous retakes of the baby turtle interaction.

What an amazing place……..