It surely was one of the highlights of this trip so far: the Bay of fires.
The Bay of Fires, whose indigenous name is larapuna, was named in 1773 by Captain Furneaux who saw fires of Aboriginal people on the beaches.
However, I have the feeling that the Bay merits its name even without any actual fires.
All along the bay at intermittent distances, huge collections of granite rocks are covered with an orange-hued moss.
With the blue skies, the white beached and the crystal clear water, those rocks look like they are, actually, on fire.
We drove to Cosy Corner North, a small camp site, and started our walk along a perfect white sand beach, till we reached the first orange rocks.
Climbing over them, we saw a little cove hidden behind the rocks. A few people laid in the sun or swam in the perfect water.
We cursed ourselves: again we had not packed our swim suits.
We should have run back! That cove and its water looked just too good to be true.
Waiting for the sun
Unfortunately, the weather was clouded, and the clouds hung low, so in the start we didn’t get the full glow of the rocks.
We started crawling over the massive granite, sat, and waited a bit for the sun to come out.
Luckily, it did, and we were sitting in this bright orange world, surrounded by the blue sea.
Later on, we drove a little bit further to another part, called The Gardens (surely because of the rich pasture land that surrounded it). Of course we had to take another round of pictures.
It is a beautiful stretch of land, with so many quiet, hidden beaches.
And even though this is a main tourist destination, we never felt it was crowded or overrun.
Mostly we were the only ones with maybe another couple crawling around.