GET IN THE CAR, HEAD NORTH
ONE NIGHT AWAY - A short drive and an extraordinary WA weekend
Leave home around 10.30am on Saturday and head north, experience the Pinnacles at sunset, stay overnight and wake up to sunshine and beaches. Be home by 2pm still time to get ready for what the week brings your way. What a perfect weekend escape.
The Pinnacles in Nambung National Park, 250km north of the centre of Perth, is the sort of place that tourists desperately want to see, but some of us locals might undervalue. That's just the result of living in a place.
But the thousands of limestone pillars of the Pinnacles, thought be many to represent the remains of a forest covered by moving sand dunes and petrified, and nearby Lake Thetis, with stromatolites and thrombolies related to those that were the first organisms on Earth to product oxygen, are remarkable things.
But before looking around, first we check in to the Pinnacles Edge Resort. This brand-new luxury resort is a treat. We walk into a sizeable kitchen, dining and sitting area, with sliding glass doors on to a private balcony, also with a big table and chairs. It overlooks the swimming pool.
The kitchen has quality appliances, including a dishwasher, and the sitting area has a lounge suite, flat- screen TV and nice decor and fittings.
The bedroom, with its king-size bed and plenty of cupboards and hanging space, is separate and, once again, stylishly fitted. The bathroom is huge, with a spa, and a gym next to the swimming pool.
We dime in the resort's restaurant,enjoying a good menu and wines, and the drifting accents of European guests who are discovering this corner of WA..
As much as the spas, pools and flat-screens-- and probably more -- it's the people who make a place, and the staff at Pinnacles Edge Resort couldn't be friendlier, more welcoming or more professional.
Next morning we are up to sunshine and breakfast at Seashells Cafe, overlooking the beach. Did a bacon and egg toastie and a mug of coffee ever taste as good?
Cervantes is a classic, undiluted WA coastal town, fed by a history of crayfishing. There are fibro shacks and modern mansions, unpainted aluminum boats on trailers and seemingly all the old speedboats in the world gathered in the backyards, along with red tractors to pull them down to the beach. It's bleached out and sunburnt. It's unpretentious, blue-singlet-and-thongs, cold beers,family, kids-on-bikes, oceanic, everything imbued with the elements.
We buy a pack with local seafood, including two crayfish, at the Indian Ocean Rock Lobster shop and then look at each other. It's only mid-morning, but time to turn for home.
We drive sort-of the same route south and are home about 2pm, ready for all that's to be done before the end of the weekend.
It was just one night away, but time stretches sometimes into a personal, shared oasis in the helter-skelter of the weeks.