We drove nearly two hundred miles without passing another car. From this I presume it is the off season.
This is mining country and the whole feel is working class. Exuberant, friendly working class.
The highway runs about ten miles east of the shore. We picked a place at random and drove west to 80 mile beach. Over unsealed loose dirt. Mary is a superb driver and we reached the beach without incident. On the way back out she consulted the user’s manual and kicked it into four- wheel. Much easier and we could stop.
Nearly all those eighty miles are unspoiled. White sand, cobalt water, mangroves. The tidal range is three meters and it whooshes in and out twice daily. We walked half a mile through sand that would be inundated in six hours.
Port Hedland to Carnarvon is our next leg.
Blessings on you all.