A trip to the Northern Prom

On the weekend of 26-27 February, I joined five other VSKCers for a trip to the Northern end of Wilsons Prom. The weather forecast was superb – no wind on the Saturday, increasing a little on the Sunday.

Shark sighted at Port Welshpool

As we launched from Port Welshpool on Saturday morning, the inlet was millpond calm.

Millpond conditions

The tide had started flowing out around an hour earlier and we enjoyed a very smooth, accelerated ride out of the inlet. GPS readings showed we averaged around 9 km per hour for the first couple of hours.

Doing 9 kmh

On the open ocean there was almost no swell.

Open ocean?

Bill emerges from the Whale Rock

Heading to Lighthouse Point

We stopped for lunch at Three Mile Beach.

Shark sighted at Three Mile Beach

From Three Mile we headed directly to Rabbit Island. This island is around 3 kms from the Promontory.

Rabbit Island

The circumnavigation of Rabbit Island was the undoubted highlight of the weekend. Paddling anti-clockwise we passed from the sandy beach of the Western shore of Rabbit Island to the rocky cliffs of Southern, Eastern and Northern shores of the Island.

All hands on cameras

Big cliff

Amongst the cliffs were some interesting caves.

Cave

Cave Man

Cracks.

Hamish heading towards the crack

And into the crack, in reverse

Interesting birdlife.

Cape Barren Geese domestic dispute

Shag on a rock

From Rabbit Island we headed back to the Prom and the diminutive Rabbit Rocks and to our campsite at Five Mile Beach.

Between a rock and a hard place

Landing at Five Mile

The campsite, which requires permits and is limited to 12 campers, was set amongst the trees. As we landed at low tide, there was a long carry to get our gear and boats to the campsite.

Some years ago I was moved to take up sea kayaking on a bushwalk around the Southern circuit of the Prom. It was a hot, uncomfortable walking trip. The sea was dead calm and I thought of how much easier it would be to be paddling instead of walking. I had been attracted to the idea of paddling for some time. On that walk Callum told me that it was possible to store a slab of beer in a sea kayak. I resolved to buy a boat.  Now, here I was paddling the Prom, drinking vino from Coonawarra and congratulating myself on my choice.

Refreshment stop

The next morning we were spared the long carry of the previous afternoon. The high tide brought enough water up the creek to allow a comfortable launch from the creek.

Creek boating

We headed back up the Prom, stopping for a brief look at Johnny Souey Cove, a campsite favoured by paddlers for its more sheltered shoreline, but presently closed to campers due to the discovery of extensive middens after the recent bushfire.

Johnny Souey Cove

The wind picked up a little on the trip North. I broke out my homemade sail for a little assistance.

We are sailing

We paddled into Corner Inlet while the tide was still flowing out and had an early lunch at Biddy’s Cove. Small crabs crawled all over the sand exposed by the low tide.

Soft shell crabs

The tide was not due to turn until 2.30, so rather than wait we headed back to Welshpool on the last of the ebb tide. Once we got to the point of turning East there was a reasonable Westerly blowing and those of us who had sails were able to hoist them for an effortless ride back to the cars.

Tacking the briny

A great weekend. Thanks to Raia for organising and leading the trip.