Eastern Coastal Walkway: South Coogee to Clovelly

The rains let up, sort of, and we were very anxious to get out in the sort of sunny weather. We packed our lunches and headed down the path to the Clovelly Beach about 2 miles from our place. It starts with the 122 step decline to the coast that doesn't look so bad on the way down.

The rains returned about half way there, so we hung out on the covered benches at Coogee Beach watching surfers until it let up a bit. The waves today were killer, awesome, gnarly, hang 10 (and that exhausts all the surf words we may know). Coogee Beach was closed to swimmers due to "dangerous conditions" They were crashing over the boat docks and cliffs giving us show on the way there.
The beach we walked to is long and narrow so the waves don't hit it full force. The down side was that the Beach Raker that goes over it usually wasn't there this morning and lots of trash was washed up on the beach - I saw a toy we could have lost in the states....

The kids were very happy to dig and dig and dig. Charlie spent time gathering "high quality wet sand", which I can only imagine were orders handed down from Captain #1 (as he likes to call himself - you know who?). Molly decorated the castle with shells, to the best of her ability with the boys stepping on them as fast as she could place them appropriately.


In this picture Captain #3 is explaining how at one time all of this used to be a lake. Hmm...we might need to reconsider the preschool he's attending:


This beach, like most here, has a Rock Pool that is a rectanglar concrete pool in the embankment next to the beach. There's a long walkway by it that the waves were crashing over and a game of chicken ensued. Only one dry family member by the end. It's good to be the camera person.

I did hand off the camera duties to a kind stranger who managed a pic of all 5 of us together in Australia, imagine that, at Coogee Beach on the way home.

This truck caught our eye on the walk because of the sign on its side that read "Possum Removal." Mike keeps quoting from the "Possum Come a Knockin'" kids book and I keep remembering the time that my mom pet a possum on our deck, thinking it was a cat. Anyway, the back of the truck was reassuring in case the toxic sprays in our laundry room are not quite toxic enough.