Marvellous Marble Bar - 27th & 28th July Since we were to be stuck in Port Hedland for 5 days I hatched a plan to show my Trishy the beautiful Jasper at Marble Bar. Being limited to the bitumen it is a 200km trip out then 200km return trip, to visit Marble Bar. To pack up from Port Hedland and go and set up camp at Marble Bar would then mean that on leaving we would have a 750km ride to Broome or an uninspiring and expensive overnighter at the Sandfire Road...

Karijini to Port Hedland - 25th July To quote from Trishy's diary - "Gorgeous ride through National Park green hills, jagged red outcrops, through passes of layered red ironstone rocks to the Auski Roadhouse". Here we grabbed a bit of food to see us through to Port Hedland. The road in was very busy with huge roadtrains but not a problem for two bikes on the straight open roads. Even with all these trucks our roads are in such great condition unlike the bac...

KARIJINI NATIONAL PARK Tues, Wed, 23-24 July 2013 I headed off to Karijini National Park with a heavy heart, as we were worrying about our 4 year old granddaughter Orlena, who has developed a cyst on her brain as a complication of her recent cranioplasty (skull bone replacement operation.) Here we were in the middle of nowhere, too far away from Port Hedland for a quick flight home, but I was hoping things weren't going to be that bad. Orlena was in the best h...

Newman was a surprise! - 21st & 22nd July 2013 After Trish's close encounter with the Wedge-Tail we arrive in Newman safely and happy to finally be experiencing warmer weather. Newman is a very neat but obviously a FIFO town. Both caravan parks have been set up as huge FIFO villages, with 500 beds in the one we stayed at and 700 at the other. But still they managed to still have a good holiday caravan park feel to the tourist section. Excellent ablutions...

MEEKATHARRA - A ONCE GOLDEN PROSPECT (Thursday-Friday 18-19 July 2013) We pulled ourselves away from Mount Magnet in an early morning chilly breeze, and the days riding did not get any warmer, with my bike temperature gauge hovering between 7 and 9 degrees most of the way and the wind making it seem even colder. I was wearing double layers of wool thermals and my hands were cold, despite winter gloves. No heated hand grips for my motorcycle, I am Mrs Intrepid! ...