THE RETRO ROAMERS: 35 - Cresent Heads

We left South West Rocks on the morning of 18th November 2009, with a destination of Cresent Heads, or as the bride called it Crappy Heads.

On our way down, which is only an hour away, we noticed the north east wind had gained strength to a mini gale. Now I haven't been to Cresent Heads in 40 years. In those days all us guys would go there from Sydney to surf one of the best right hand breaks in the country....and chase the girlies too. Of course didn't remember much about the town....all I had was memories of driving straight to the famous point and hopefully catch a wave and check out the chicks.

Driving in, nothing has really changed that much. Of course a lot more houses, but not much else. Sure it is still a surfing town, with a small shopping area, and of course the pub, country club and so on. I will add however, the NSW government should be hung by the short and curlies in reference to the cop shop. What a disgrace, it was a broken down house, that even ferals wouldn't live in...shame....shame....shame.

Anyway at the famous point stands the council caravan park, which by the look of it, must have been there 40 years ago as well. A mate of mine from Marouya, he'll know...Macca is a history buff, and will have photos or movies somewhere in his archivies.

SO before checking in we obeyed the lessons of paying for a site unseen, so we went and had a look. Two choices of areas...the creek dwellers, where all the vans were lined up side by side, which is not my idea of caravaning, or the more expensive beach sites.

Well being the snob I am, nothing but the best for the Greenies here. So we selected a site that didn't really have any neighbours for two nights....but the wind was blowing at a gazillion miles an hour from the north east. Someone mentioned a normal day in Western Australia. I do remember someone told me that WA stands for Windy Always

Moving right along we unhitched and unpacked, and of course had to have a look at the famous surf point which works in a southerly swell and southerly wind. So you can imagine what a howling north easterly did it feeeeeeeeeerked it totally.

So we went for a walk, took a couple of photos, then battened down for a windy and miserable afternoon and night. The next morning the wind was just a breeze, so I went for a million mile walk, swam and sunned the body, while the bride had time out doing the house work. In the afternoon a couple we had met at SWR arrived so another happy hour was arranged. By early to mid afternoon the wind was raging from the north east again, making it very uncomftable.

As far as the park is concerned, it is a council run park. Very surf orientated and lots of young families. The facilities were tired. I bet money hungry developers would love to get their greasy grubby litle hands on it.

The bride christened this place Crappy Heads. It wasn't one of our favourite places....but you get that.

Next stop Old Bar in Taree.