da prom

It has been a while coming but we finally manage to assemble the majority of the tasty posse for a roadtrip. Minus Stubbs the Zombie who is unfortunately indisposed, Joeleee, Pistol (aka dub), Sergio and Lockie, plus honourary member Michelle, head down the coast to Wilson's Prom which is chockers with familys and hippies. First day we're up early to be greeted by seemingly small messy waves at Norman Bay but upon investigating the south end of the bay we find some joy and ride decent crumblers for a few hours until brekkie. An epic game of settlers later (is it too much to mention that I win?) we head off to Darby beach in the north having been given the insider tip by a guy who professed to have surfed so long he used to ride doors ripped from beach shacks (?!). Darby's 1km walk from the road gives us the water all to ourselves and with a rough take off from a beach of stones we're out the back with some ripper freight trains thundering in to smush us. A ruptured ear drum returns me to the safety/warmth of the shore but Joeleee and Dub paddle their arms off and catch some huge frothas all the way to the beach amid whoops of victory, nice arvo out! An evening of atrocious hippy congo drumming and some less atrocious veggie curry later and Sunday morn finds us at Squeaky beach looking at the little bumps pretending to be waves. Proving that he's more at home in the water than out of it, Joeleee clambers up some rocks and leaps off onto his noggin doing some considerable exterior damage but not too much to the obviously robust inner workings. Time to head home then until the hopefully imminent next trip!

Final mention goes to the burgers with the lot at the Fish Creek takeaway by the petrol station: greasy, hot, cheap and definitely tasty.

Lockie