First is my LPG bottle, oxygen cylinder and fire extinguisher. The removalists won't take gas canisters, so none of them made the cut. Same with much of my paint (no flammables and no aerosols). Oh well.
So the neat thing about Geraldton is that, unlike Sydney, housing is actually pretty affordable (sure, house prices have doubled there in the last few years, but that's starting from a really low base). So we're likely to end up in a nice little place on a couple of acres quite soon, complete with chooks, a dog to keep them in line, and (this is the really cool bit) a shed.
Yeah, I'm gonna have my own shed. How cool is that. Somewhere where I can set up the frame building stuff permanently, and tool up properly. With a proper spray booth, and a proper pedestal mounted vise, and grinder, and maybe even my own lathe and mill.
In the meantime, we'll spend a year or so in a comfy rental place while we find the perfect shed house.
We started our trip by buying up big on camping gear. I camp pretty regularly, but it's cut-down toothbrush camping. My tiny tent isn't really suited to both Perry and me. Perry isn't a camper, so I went with pretty big car-camping kit. A tent we can stand up in, big thick sleeping mats. Even a fold-up table.
I bought a rack to put some of the stuff on the roof, along with my favorite bicycle, and we filled the car with stuff, including our fish in two 20 litre buckets.
Here's a photo of the car on our very first day, packed to the gunnels and ready to go:
I'm the only driver in the family, so we took it pretty easy on our trip, with heaps of breaks and relatively short days. The first day was a quite short one, on account of supervising removalists in the morning, from Sydney to Canberra, where we hooked up with family. Next day we drove across to Hay, in south-west NSW. We stayed in a little caravan park in Hay, but in a pre-booked cabin. It was rather nice.
So on day three we did the drive across to Adelaide, where we stayed for two nights, catching up with one of Perry's friends and looking around the city. Our accommodation in Adelaide was pretty ritzy - a cabin with its own bathroom and everything, and just a stone's throw from the beach to boot.
Day five had us drive to Ceduna, where we pitched our tent for the very first time at a caravan park. Perry did pretty well on his first night of "doing it rough", but didn't like sleeping in a sleeping bag (my bags are down, and really too hot and snug for the conditions). I offered some advice for getting more comfy, by opening up his bag and using it as a blanket. Me, I like to be snug. Of course we had to take a photo at Kimba - allegedly half way across.
Day six was the Nullarbor. A distance of some 500km and stopping in Eucla, a few kilometres into WA. Unfortunately there aren't really any other options - the next town (Norseman) is a further 700km. The drive was almost surreal. The towns get further and further apart, and there is just nothing in between. We stopped a couple of times to look out over the great Australian bight. They need a picture of the water off the bight for the dictionary entry of 'azure'.
So at Eucla, we paid for a campsite and went to pitch our tent. turns out the ground is compacted gravel, the consistency of concrete. After bending a peg we gave up and paid for the world's most dire room. Put it this way, I slept in my sleeping bag, for fear of bedbugs in the bed. And the shower only worked once I put a $1 coin in, after which it cut out while I still had conditioner in my hair. Aargh! Oh, and diesel here is 50c/litre more expensive than in Ceduna.
We wandered out to look at Eucla's one tourist attraction - the ruins of a building down near the shore. Apparently it used to be a telegraph station, but shifting sand dunes half buried it so they moved the town a couple of kilometers further inland as a result. Very post-apocalyptic.
Oh well, it was character building. It made us rethink the rest of the journey though. We were originally going to stop in Norseman (another town with a dodgy reputation) and then head to Perth via Kalgoorlie, but instead drove straight through to Esperance, to get out of the desert.
Esperance was just divine. So much so that we stayed there a couple of days to recalibrate. Here's Perry reading the paper post-dead-tree, having adapted very well to living in a tent:
Our final stop before Geraldton was in Bunbury, where Apple maps lied to us about the location of the caravan park :)
So now we're in our lovely new home, with plenty of space for all our stuff, great 4G internet reception (who needs a fixed phone with a $300 connection fee when you get 9mbps on 4g). We've even got ducted airconditioning and really good insulation to get us through the hot Geraldton summers. And as a bonus, the beach is just 150m away.
Alas my garage is not properly unpacked yet - I really need to buy some shelving and cupboards to organise all my stuff. It'll be a little while before I'm back to building frames.