Road Trip No. 2: Busselton and Margaret River

Everyone has been telling me that I have to make it down to Margaret River, so while Rissie was in town we packed the boys in the car along with food, sunscreen, water bottles, diapers, toys, a roll of toilet paper, extra clothes for the boys, buckets for sea shells, etc. and made a day of it.

On the way we stopped in Busselton to check out the jetty.  It is the longest wood pile jetty in the southern hemisphere and has an observatory at the end where you can catch a glimpse of all the marine life that congregates beneath the jetty.

Peter loved stretching his legs after the long drive.

Fascinated by the gulls.

Eliot helped us search for sea shells.

Peter tried to help too but got distracted by the rocks.

Walking out to the end of the jetty was quite a hike, especially when you're in a hurry to get there in time for your observatory tour.

Eliot taking a closer look at the sinks where people clean their catch.

Peter enjoying a ride in Aunt Rissie's arms, and clutching a sea shell.

Checking out all the marine life in the observatory.

Peter thought the whole thing was just hilarious.

Eliot and Rissie on the sea floor.

Eliot taking a little piggy-back break.

Waiting for the train to take us back to shore.  (Future reference: ride the train out to the observatory and walk back, not the other way around.)

Continuing on to Margaret River, we stopped in at a chocolate shop and sampled their wares before heading over to a little place that sells all things olive oil, including olive oil soap.

Peter took a little nap in the car on the way down to Margaret River.  He dozed off right in the middle of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Olive trees outside the olive oil soap factory.

Eliot enjoyed trying out the olive oil scrubs with Aunt Rissie.  

Eliot was pretty impressed with the olive oil soap and held it all the way home.

As darkness fell, the back seat became silent.  It was too dark to see if the boys were asleep so Rissie pulled out her camera and snapped a picture with the flash.  There was Peter, subdued but very much awake, using up the last moments of the day.