The West Coast is the best coast« Back
Words by Michael Tartaglia
I hadn’t experienced, or really heard a great deal about Gnaraloo before committing to
the journey, but with promise of good swell and accompanied by good mates I knew
we were in for a treat.
Leaving behind the harsh and cold wintery days of Perth, we were greeted with
warm and sunny 25 degree weather, the whole atmosphere of the place was unlike
that of Perth, distantly reminiscent of summer. The whole place was in an insolation
bubble of good swell and an endless summer.
We pulled up to our camp at three mile and instantly where greeted by the sight of
pearling lefts at Fences and rolling sets out the back at the world class Tombstones.
The boys where eager to get out and experience what we came for, despite a few
average days of swell we struck lucky and got a few good days in at both Toombies
and a few of the local spots.
When the surf was shit, we managed to keep ourselves busy with one of the many
other activities on offer in this unique location. With perfect beaches and marine life
around every corner there was no absence of things to do, Gnaraloo was able to offer
us never ending experiences, from snorkelling to spear fishing or goat caves and
free diving we were able to keep ourselves entertained.
For the duration of our trip we almost did a month up there, no distractions, no
reception and no responsibilities that usually come with living in the city. It really
makes you appreciate the freedom and beauty of that place.
For $20 bucks a day, we were able to pull our car and a caravan to a beach front
campsite, with world class surf just around the corner and on one of the most surreal
and pristine coastlines in the world, there was no better place to kick back under the
stars, have a beer with your mates next to the fire and enjoy one of the best
untouched spots in the world.
@michael_tartaglia (lifestyle photographer)
@jackogrady.photo (surf photographer)