Our week along the Dampier Peninsula (a few hundred kilometres north of Broome) started when we turned off the main highway onto a long straight bright red dirt road that appeared to continue forever.
We spent an afternoon at Quandong Point and James Price Point (in the southern part of the Dampier Peninsula) for a spot of fishing and to see a bit more of the coast. Along the way we passed a protest camp and stopped off to have a chat. I am jumping on my soapbox now… The protest camp brings together a handful of organisations that are working together to stop the gas plant being built at James Price Point. A local Broome resident explained that the reasons for the protest are that they are not against the offshore extraction of gas, rather they oppose the method of extraction and the location of the processing plant because of the environmental impact on the reef and wildlife in addition to the significance of the area to the TOs (Traditional Owners). In September 2011 much of the Dampier Peninsular was added to the National Heritage List, apart from the proposed site of the gas plant at James Price Point. Seems curious to me that it is a significant place except for the area around where the gas plant is proposed to be built. We were told that there are a number of viable alternatives to processing the extracted gas at this site which apparently have not been given serious consideration. You can find out more at Save The Kimberly.
Continuing down the seemingly never ending dusty, bumpy red road, just when I had mastered my impersonation of Marcel Marceau, the road all of a sudden turned into bitumen. Even thought we could not figure out the logic we both breathed a sigh of relief that we had made it through once more intact! We spent a few nights at Middle Lagoon, a peaceful and low key beach spot that was pretty much deserted as it had closed down due to the wet.
Further up the road we stopped at Cape Leveque and stayed in a beach shack complete with ensuite shower, picnic table and campfire spot only a few meters from the beach. Even though we lowered our tyres as much as possible somehow we still managed to get ourselves stuck in the sandy track that lead to the shack. Never fear, our friendly neighbours yanked us out to safety.