Ningaloo Nectar: Quobba Station

 Every morning's view, Red Bluff. Photo: Tom

Every morning's view, Red Bluff. Photo: Tom

Tom: Ever driven 18 hours for a wave? Almost an inconceivable concept for an east coast surfer... a 3 hour drive for surf is nearly the limit of any diehards range. But when you find yourself as a surfer in Broome, 18 hours is what it costs you. Luckily, the trade is fair, more than fair when you wake up to perfect 6ft Red Bluff. 

 Ripping off my jeans to jump into a wettie for the first time in over a year, I found my iPhone... quick photo before jumping in. Photo: Tom

Ripping off my jeans to jump into a wettie for the first time in over a year, I found my iPhone... quick photo before jumping in. Photo: Tom

Madelaine: We’re camped in the Stonehouse, a sand-blown structure overlooking the surf. It’s high up on a rocky cliff that could be Moroccan, or Mediterranean, studded with goats. Tom hears about a group of pro grommets who burned the Stonehouse down. They’d left a can of baked beans in the fire while they slept and it exploded, showering sparks over clothes, board bags, bedding. We shovel embers into the inside fire on a couple of nights to beat back the cold, the four of us in swags, on mattresses, lined up in a row. At night, we feel the ground tremble with the impact of the shorey, and the wind picks up to tempest levels, scouring the cliff side, blowing desert dreams into our heads. By morning, it starts to subside and we prop ourselves up in our swags and watch waves spin off the point, mechanical as anything in Indo but more powerful, less crowded, colder. 6-8ft, that first morning.   Mads

 From above the Stonehouse at dawn looking to the point. Photo: Tom

From above the Stonehouse at dawn looking to the point. Photo: Tom

Tom: Red Bluff is a large hunk of weathered limestone that juts into the Indian Ocean on the coast of Quobba sheep station, just north of the town of Carnarvon on WA’s Mid-west/Pilbara coast. It’s also the southernmost boundary of the Ningaloo Marine Park. Bluff is stop one of a three stage, taste-test mission of the Ningaloo Coast’s surf scene and we are off to a ripping start.

 Only the patient forces of erosion can produces rock ledges this fun. Photo: Old Catfish Slater

Only the patient forces of erosion can produces rock ledges this fun. Photo: Old Catfish Slater

Madelaine: By the end of the first day, work, Broome, trips to freshwater country, this almost counter-intuitive life we’ve carved for ourselves in the pindan of the Kimberley, falls away. We’re back, with a deep sense of our physical selves, our aching bodies, sunburnt lips; our still minds. And that thrill, the thrill of staring along a blue wall with Dave’s 'gold can' (Pipsqueak) steady under the feet ...

 Madelaine on the 'Gold Can' aka Treehouse Pipsqueak, LTD. Photo: Tom

Madelaine on the 'Gold Can' aka Treehouse Pipsqueak, LTD. Photo: Tom

Have a scroll through the images below for more of Red Bluff and stay tuned for Part 2 Waroora Station for more Ningaloo Nectar yeeeew!!!! Tom and Madelaine