This proved to be a pretty uneventful day (as expected). Just a run up through the dune area of Wilbinga, north of Perth.
Paul brought his sister along in her Sierra. She was unexperiences as was easy to tell as she was having problems as soon as there was a little challenge - we all have to learn some time and I am sure she has a much better idea on how to get up a sand dune now!
Of course there were lots of other learners out there to as we found out just after we set up the umbrellas on the beach. An intitial volly of "big machines" roared through the middle of us as the first of the them made their way off the beach and up into the dunes. The second needed a push (from us) to keep going and the remainder (Nissan Patrol, Toyota Prado and Ford Teritory) just sat at the edge of the beach looking stupid! After a few frustating and fruitless attempts, I recommended that they let their tyres down to 10psi and have another go. Again, approaching the incline off beach like snails, they still sat there. This time, I told them to get back a bit along the beach and get some speed up. At last we saw them dissappear into the dunes.
On the return journey, I came across a "lost" 4x4er. I think his girlfriend must have been chewing his ear as he was very keen to follow me to where ever I was going so long as it was back on the black hard stuff.
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