On Good Friday the swell was massive and the waves were crashing over the sand bank into the river. The wind was pretty strong but we still managed to go for a short paddle around the river mouth. That night the sunset looked magnificent as the sun kissed the unrelenting chop of the ocean.
The next day we went up to Lancelin where the wind was howling and the surf was messy. At the beach, a stones throw away, a baby dolphin played in the waves, while its mum and dad hunted fish amongst the seaweed. Back at Moore River the conditions weren't much better, but I couldn't resist getting thrown around by the surf a bit before going for another paddle in the river.
On Easter Sunday the Easter bunny came and brought along the nicest weather of the weekend. We went for a bit of a body surf, and then dad and I went for a long paddle. We went a fair way up and found an estuary which we followed all the way to the end, weaving and ducking under low-lying tree branches. The water was so clear we could see all the fish below us, to the envy of many fishermen who couldn't reach were we made it to.
The drive home this morning was uneventful, although the roads were much busier than on the way up.
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