Boat Harbour to William Bay
Start - Boat Harbour Campsite
Finish - William Bay Campsite
Campsite - Nornalup
Distance - 23.2km (One Way)
Vertical Climb - 420m
Time - 6-10 Hours
Date Hiked - 22nd August 2019
Part One - After receiving news at Peaceful Bay that the Parry Inlet was not passable, my night at Boat Harbour would unfortunately be my last for this trip. Arranging an 11am pickup, I wanted to be up early so I wasn't rushing through the 12km between Boat Harbour and Parry Beach. With the trip cut short it was a bittersweet morning at Boat Harbour. On one hand I would be spending extra time with my family in Funbury (was due to head there for my nephew's birthday after the trip anyway) but it would have been nice to hike through to Denmark as planned. The location of the shelter means you have to wander the few hundred metres down to Boat Harbour itself if you want to take in the sunrise but on this occasion I decided to sleep in and start packing for an earlier than usual departure. My aim was to be out of camp by before 7:30am but I dawdled a fair bit and I eventually left at 7:45am.
With a fair amount of dune walking to do in the 12km, maintaining a 4kmph average with photo breaks was going to be tricky but if it was anything like the section after Middle Quarram from the day before, I think I could easily put the jets on given the same same scenery that the coastal sections can serve up. Leaving camp, I walked down to the official Boat Harbour, passing another toilet block (nice to know you have options if camp is busy) that is there to service the 4x4 campers that visit Boat Harbour. A sheltered cove, Boat Harbour is a really cool place that I wish I had time to explore the previous evening. The granite headland contains some smaller beaches and cool rocky platforms that make it a popular spot for people to visit, hence the 4x4 camping location. Spotting the beach entrance for the first time is pretty cool and you can see your morning ahead of you with the coastal cliffs extending off into the distance. While you do get to see some nice views of the rugged limestone cliffs, the majority of the walking will be done inland so really enjoy the bits close to the coast while they last. The sheltered cove of Boat Harbour is one of those places as you head down to the beach and walk along the bay until you reach the other side. Being a calm morning, the water was like a mirror and it was really peaceful. There were no campers around so I had the whole place to myself and it felt a lot more like a secluded spot than the beaches around the Quarrams on the previous day.
Steve had mentioned on the podcast that the other side of Boat Harbour can be confusing as people like to move the markers to be along the 4x4 track. On my visit they were in the right place and so when I reached the other side of the bay I climbed up onto the path and headed south towards the rocky platforms. Taking in the last views of Boat Harbour, the track then takes you over another small headland and onto a much bigger beach. This one also has 4x4 access (like pretty much every beach on the south coast unfortunately) but once again I was lucky to have it all to myself. I do enjoy a good morning beach walk and in the cool winter air (part one was completed in late August) I settled in for the last of the beach walking for my morning. Keeping an eye out for the beach exit given my issue getting off Back Beach the day before, this one is very easy to spot thanks to the staircase leading up into the dunes. Looking down the coastline to the east before you head inland to the stairs was pretty amazing with the jagged limestone formations being battered by the waves. Contrast that with the gentle looking sands back towards the west and it was quite a spectacle.
Heading up the stairs, they have a very open feel to them compared to the long set from the previous day and it allows you to look back at the views to the west as you get higher. The views are worth stopping for as you begin a sustained climb up to the first of a couple of hills for the morning. This was the most enjoyable of the dune walking for me with the morning light providing a deepness to the colours of the ocean and it was still cool enough that the climbing didn't have you ending like a sweaty, clingy mess. When you reach the top of the first hill there are plenty of great views of the dramatic coastline stretching in either direction but the view I really loved seeing was the one right ahead of you looking to the east. The cliffs here looked fantastic and because of all the little coves, you were never staring at the same feature for the whole time. The views back to the west were pretty cool too and I'm sure if I had a set of binoculars I could have seen the Boat Harbour Campsite and up to the top of Rope Hill.
Still wary of time, I was a bit behind schedule as I traversed the undulating dune system, stopping to photograph anything from wildflowers to the inland lakes of Owingup Nature Reserve to the Southern Ocean extending out to the pale horizon. I ran into a kangaroo friend who didn't mind my presence, enough that it didn't jump off as soon as I arrived but I think that probably had more to do with the hilly escape route than the quality of my immediate company. It posed for a photo before I apologised about having to continue along but I don't think feelings were hurt in the process. Heading downhill, the scenery through here wasn't as impressive as the first few kilometres so I powered on and tried to get ahead on time just in case there was something I really want to stop and look at. While the ocean views were appreciated, there really isn't much along here to make you slow down so it was a bit of a grind for me. I did enjoy photographing the moon as it sat on top of one of the many hills in the area but judging by the number of photos I took along this stretch, there wasn't much of note.
Most of the time I was wondering if the next hill was going to lead to the views of the final climb of the day. I was picking up speed but there was another series of uphills to navigate before I reached the top and could relax, knowing that the remaining section was all downhill. I think most of my "get it done" attitude to the morning was because I knew my trip was ending but I felt the same about this style of walking on the previous day where the track leaves coast and heads away from the nice views. After lots of dips and climbs, I could finally see the highest point and was heading straight for it. I wasn't really checking the map and assumed the track took you much closer to the headland that you've been heading towards for the whole day. It was a shock then when I started heading downhill, having not seen any side trails to the summit of Hillier. On a sandy 4x4 track looking towards Parry Beach, I decided I must have missed it and dropped my pack to have a look at the map. Sure enough I had missed the small side trail that on reflection was well hidden from where the trail pops out onto the 4x4 track. I doubled back and climbed to the top, enjoying some okay views but nothing like I was expecting.
There is surveyors plaque at the top, along with a rudimentary seat but I don't think the views are very good from the seat so it's best to stand. Checking the time, I had plenty of it to reach Parry Beach assuming the distances on the map were correct (they weren't) so took some photos from up here and then went and found my pack again. The walk down to Parry Beach is a mix of open heath-land that was slightly overgrown in sections (my lift Jacko is the maintenance volunteer for the area and has since returned to do a bit of pruning) and thick Peppermint Trees as you get closer to the end. While it was nice to be near the finish for my day, this section seemed to drag on quite a bit but in the end I reached Parry Rd and knew it wasn't far to go. The walk into Parry Beach Campsite is really nice with some much needed shade after a morning of being exposed to the elements, plus I really enjoy Peppermint Trees. Jacko from Casa Libelula was there waiting for me as I rocked up dead on 11am and as a pleasant surprise he had brought along scones baked by his wife Annie that morning, coffee and fruit. While I wasn't happy at cutting my trip short, it was a very nice way to finish so we sat on one of the picnic tables and had a chat over morning tea. Jacko then dropped me off at my car in Denmark and I drove off to Funbury, thinking of the logistics of trying to add this section onto my finish into Albany.
Part Two - A month after leaving the track at Parry Beach, I was back. After some troublesome logistics to organise and this trip being the finish to my sectional end to end, I decided to park my car in Denmark, get Jacko to give me a lift out to Parry Beach and then catch the bus back to Denmark the morning after finishing in Albany to collect my car. With that sorted and Jacko dropping me off at Parry Beach in somewhat woolly weather, I was looking out at Parry Beach and what would be almost 9km of beach walking ahead of me as I tackled the famous Mazzoletti Beach. Excited to be back and starting the final section of my Bibbulmun journey that had taken three years to complete, I have to say I was enjoying the weather a lot more than my previous visit. Give me the option between a bright sunny day and one that has some bad weather and I'll take the weather filled day 99 times out of a 100. It adds something special to the experience and the photos look much better with less of the harsh light and more character filled clouds. While it had rained on and off in the morning, I was expecting a mostly sunny afternoon as I spent the majority of the afternoon walking on the beach.
The ranger had confirmed that Parry Inlet was fine to cross after telling me that someone had sunk their 4x4 down to the roof line in the quicksand there just a week after I had to leave the track. While I'm not as fat as a 4x4, it's not something I would have liked to have dealt with. With sunny skies as I headed towards the inlet crossing, I was expecting a little bit of wading so it was comical when I arrived at Parry Inlet to find a good 100m between the waters of the inlet and the ocean. Better to be safe than sorry I guess and I was there at low tide so it made sense that there would be a big gap. As I passed the inlet I could feel the rain starting to pelt my neck and didn't think much of it until it started to really come down. The wind was strong enough that the back of my pants were getting wet so I took out my pack cover and figured the shower wouldn't last too long. My hunch was right and it blew over pretty quickly, leaving my pants cold and wet but providing some really cool scenes for me to photograph. It became a bit of a theme for the beach walking, watching the weather roll in from behind me and then watching it blow off into the distance, each time providing many cool shots.