Lucky Bay and Cape Le Grande

First things first, I've managed to convince myself my chain is too tight. It definitely doesn't seem it, but the whining noise I'm hearing is apparently a sign of a too tight chain. It's very confusing because I ran into a bloke that I previously met all the way back at Karijini, and he was adamant it is too loose. But if there is one thing I know, it's that most people gain confidence through ignorance. So tomorrow I'll loosen it. It was loose way back at Wickepin so it shall be loose again. My only worry is that maybe it's just stuffed.

Anyway, today I went to Lucky Bay. It is hands down the prettiest beach I've seen. It quite possibly is the prettiest beach on earth. The sand is certified as the whitest in Australia. I don't know who does the certification but it is a job I'd like to have.

It is made from quartz, without any calcites, which makes it so pure white. It also squeaks when you walk on it and makes the water seem to glow blue. The sand is really hard, even when dry. I could ride on it without having to pray or clench my bum, but I didn't as I've already got enough chain troubles. When I kicked it up into a pile it looked like a cross between the most delicious ice cream ever and the most delicious mashed potato ever. I didn't taste it but I assume it was like delicious mash flavoured ice cream.

Lucky Bay

Lucky Bay was named Lucky Bay when Mathew Flinders got stuck on his boat close to shore one night in 1802. Usually he'd go out to sea away from the waves but there were too many islands and reefs to navigate. He was in a bit of strife when he came across this bay and sheltered for the night, which proved to be quite fortunate. That night the ships cat, Lucky, fell overboard and drowned, so the bay was named in its honour. That bit about the cat isn't true. The rest is.

After that I stopped at a couple of other bays and coves as well as Le Grande beach. I also went past a mini Stonehenge that someone appears to have built in their backyard. They were charging $10 to go have a look, which quite frankly is outrageous. So I did what people do with the real Stonehenge and took a photo from the road.

Thistle Cove

Frenchman Peak

At Le Grande Beach in perfect beach attire. 

Not a great photo from the road but you can see a bit of fake Stonehenge behind the house. 

Back at camp I went to do a wee. While I was standing at the trough I noticed a bin with a purple bin liner. For some reason this made me think I was in the ladies toilet. Purple bin liners have no business in a men's toilet, after all. Far too nice. It didn't occur to me in that moment that ladies toilets don't have troughs. In a panic I looked around for other evidence of it being a ladies toilet, such as ladies. I was already midstream so I couldn't escape anyway.

To my left, level with the trough, a stall was engaged. I hadn't noticed it when I walked in. There wasn't a sound coming from it, which suggests either someone paused a noisy poo for me, or it was empty. I noticed a crack between the door and the frame and through it I could see someone looking back at me. It. Was. Awkward. We made eye contact. I couldn't see anything but an eye, but for them the crack was closer so their view must've been wider. I stared straight ahead until I was finished and couldn't help worrying of what the toilet watcher thought of my peeing capabilities.

Knowing I was being watched while shaking was even more uncomfortable. I was thinking, am I shaking too much, or not enough? How long do other people shake for? What does this toilet watcher think of me? Because of all this thinking I ended up shaking way too long. Now I'm wondering did it seem like I peered into an occupied toilet stall then started waving my willy around willy nilly. I don't know who was in there but I hope they took it as a compliment.

That has helped me decide to risk the chain and leave tomorrow.