Toolinna Cove September 24 - 25 2024
 
  Its going to be a slow day. Rocky patches and twisty track.
     
  With occasional nice bits.
     
  The first junction we pass is a track to the cliff top at Point Culver. This is the second junction.

We have 50km more to travel.

Travel time for the day is about 5 hours.
     
  Mostly low vegetation.
     
  With occasional squeezy bits. But not as tight as yesterday.
     
  About halfway a bit of a maze of tracks, a likely campsite, and discarded corrugated iron, perhaps a small hut.
     
  We are still on the telegraph track. Long lengths of wire.
     
  A different sort of banksia.
     
  A low bush.
     
  We wondered what the piles of stones were.

To help hold up the telegraph poles of course.

We'd read that holes had to be drilled in the rock and rocks added around the base.

Now we've added 2 + 2.
     
  The grass is a surprise.

Not much of it. Just for a couple of km.
     
  Then the cliffs near Toolinna Cove.
     
  We drive to the edge, about 5km west of the cove.

Then look east.
     
  And look west, whence we came.

With the rain is a bit of wind. We decide against adopting a cliff top position and drive a few hundred meters back up the telegraph track to a campsite we spotted on the way in.

Still a bit windy, and still occasional showers, but not as windswept.

The wind is cold, biting, bracing even, not very nice. We hide and recover from the drive. We'll visit the ruins of the telegraph station on the way east tomorrow.
     
  Our campsite was about 4km west of the cove. Next morning we headed east.

Past a well, near the junction with a track to the Eyre Highway.
     
  A sign as it would look arriving from the highway.
     
  A little way along the track to the highway ruins of a linesman's hut.
     
  Then eastwards, back on the telegraph track.
     
  But a detour to the cliff top track.

Toolinna Cove the first inlet.
     
  Stony limestone pavement.
     
  Looking back with Toolinna Cove below us.

There's a bit of beach.

Your task is to land a couple of thousand jarrah telegraph poles from a sailing ship. Float them to the beach. Then haul them up the cliff.

We aren't sure if all the other equipment, including food, arrived the same way.
     
  An opportunity for a "we was here".
     
  With our truck not to be left out.
     
  Enough of cliffs. More later of course.

Don't forget the flowers.

A small, low, red, callistemon. Only a few. Quite different to the fields of yellow banksia bushes.
     
     
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