Brilliant weather, but horrible day. We decided to go to the surf beach at Scott’s Head... fully booked (and the surf was over rocks anyway), we then targeted Grassy Head... all booked too. We arrived in Stuart’s point and pulled into the first place we saw, which turned out to be a Seventh Day Adventist campsite where the rules include; no alcohol, no smoking, no drugs, and as a result, no guests. They had loads of space and were charging only $25 a night but the manager suggested we go further into the village and try the main campsite. I don’t think we fitted their site requirements!
A bit spooked, we headed back onto the Pacific highway to South West Rocks where the annual surf championship was gearing up to kick off, and ended up staying at the Trial Bay Gaol Ruins of 1886. The prison was built on the headland so that they could use the inmates to build the breaker wall on the beach. Unfortunately the wall was never finished and the remains of the gaol (a bunch of crumbling rocks) is now a very expensive tourist attraction set in the middle of an equally expensive campsite. We grabbed a half price spot in the overflow area overlooking the rocks, slightly disappointed to learn that the surf championships due to kick off in the morning were for under tens!
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins