Now and again life just seems to roll along sequentially as if it were programmed to do so – every deadline or moment of time is accounted for with very little fringe or leeway. Today was one such day. We were organized and ready to hit the road by 9:30 AM en route to Rottnest via the Rottnest Express leaving at 11:30 AM. I had some errands to attend to and there was the need for a good strong coffee to set us in good stead for the trip ahead. The water was calm making the 25 minute jaunt across to the island very pleasant and without any sickies. We had until 4:15 PM to explore the entire island so had to get the bikes up and running. First stop – Little Armstrong Bay (coined – Little Lance Armstrong Bay by our team). The beach was beautiful with turquoise waters and small rat-like kangaroos called quokkas (from which the namesake of the island was derived) hopping around searching for scraps. Some very bold and seemingly hungry king skinks were also co-habitating and gave Mormor a bit of a fright as they crept towards our luncheon spread. We did some snorkelling in the bay and found some cool shells before packing up to explore the remainder of the island. Aidan was in race mode so zoomed ahead with Cole not far behind, pushing his single speed set up like a trooper. We made it round to Parker Point (an obvious place to stop given the nomenclature) and had a snorkel and play in Salmon Bay – again – pristine turquoise waters with schools of fish, large and small. Without 5 minutes to spare we made it back to the ferry and ventured back to the mainland. Our trip had been a bit of a whirlwind but we were glad we’d made the journey as it truly is a beautiful little sanctuary.
I’d managed to get tickets for the West Coast Eagles versus Essendon Bombers match and was a little wary as the ticket lady had told me they were visually restricted seats due to some sort of mesh. The tickets seemed dirt cheap so I wasn’t so sure we’d see anything. When we finally cruised into Subiaco Arena (without a moment to spare before kick off) we found ourselves about 10 rows back from the field at one end with a totally unobstructed view – it was amazing! You could see the sweat coming off their faces and hear them as they battled for the ball near the goal posts or let loose with a kick in an attempt to score. The boys were rapt for about 10 minutes and then gradually fell apart as the night got later and the game continued – Piper was near sleep by the end but all tolled we enjoyed the match and were stoked with the result as the Eagles prevailed. Jen’s become a supporter and bought herself a scarf with which to barrack for them if she ever gets back to see another game. As we were making our way out in the incredible post-game traffic jam we were again in the right place at the right time as the blockade to the street that Fiona wanted us on was taken down just as we arrived in front of it and we were able to continue our journey home with much less traffic congestion. Nothing like a day that goes to plan – here’s hoping the luck continues!
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