After about 12 years, I was yet again camping at West Cape Howe, having chanced a lift in the SaveTheBurrup Prado. I love the old climbers' campsite, painful as it is to get to, secretive a I am on the web about its whereabouts. Nicely shaded, next to the beach, no facilities, no fees, no flies. There were nine of us, climbing, fishing, swimming (some nude) and cooking dinner every day…how simple can life be?
Even a stand-up paddle board made an appearance, and by the second outing the DolphinWoman was steady. I dragged in a the Makita and Fixes and put up 1 trad route and 3 new mixed climbs, all 18-21, giving one of them away to Nostromo in a fit of holiday generosity. D+P kept the camp site supplied by whiting BT fired Dancing The Deep Blue (26) and the howling wind blew the flies away. The weather was perfect, 23C every day. It is funny how in life it sometimes comes together, just sometimes, just like that, to create perfection. We were free. Pics here.