In November 2018, we planned and completed three sections of the Cape to Cape Track. This is the second post in the series which gives an overview of our day walk from Moses Rock to Yallingup. Read about the first section we tackled a couple of days before from Cape Naturaliste to Yallingup.
When planning our trip, I was a little nervous about this section. At 17.5km, it was one of the longest walks we had attempted with plenty of challenging terrain. I hadn’t intended to make this section so long but it was an opportunity to take in a lot of beautiful and well-known sights – Wyadup Beach, Injidup Beach, Canal Rocks. It was worth the effort.
This was a full day walk and whilst it could be completed more quickly, we took our time to take in views at scenic locations. There was a variety of terrain, some flat and grassy and some very steep, rocky sections.
Our driver Cy dropped us at Moses Rock carpark bright and early. Already we were greeted with spectacular coastal views and, of course, a howling wind. The weather was a little less pleasant today but we were lucky enough to only get one shower. We headed north from Moses Rock carpark, taking in more spectacular coast.
The first section of the walk took us along a narrow, sandy track and wound through scrub until we started to make our way through the sand dunes. At the top of a hill, we could see the waterfall was flowing so we took a worthy detour to have a look. With the rain overnight, the waterfall was falling nicely and the stream was alive with frog life.
After visiting the falls, we made our way through the sand dunes and onto the beach. Fortunately the stream running from the falls was just a trickle by the time it made its way to the ocean and was easy to cross without taking off our shoes.
We followed the beach and found the way out without much difficulty but as we walked up the top of the slope, found it a little confusing, with no obvious markers. A large sign seemed to signal a track which took us back towards the coast but as we started to follow the trail, it didn’t seem right. We checked the app and returned and found the Track again.
If you are using the guidebook, it has plenty of detail but it can be a little more challenging if you are walking south to north. In this case, I was a little off from where we were. It’s worth having both an app – whether you use the official Cape to Cape or a free app such as ViewRanger – and the guidebook to help you find your way. In most cases, we found a marker to let us know we were going the right way.
After a long section along the clifftops, spying birdlife and admiring the views, we made our way into scrub before coming to wooden beach steps leading down to beautiful Injidup Beach. We stopped on a platform to watch a perfect scene. A pod of dolphins explored the bay with surfers, whilst in the distance, several whales breached.
It was a welcome break before we made our way along the beach. There was a quick stop at the longdrop but I don’t want to go into details. I’m still dealing with the flashbacks. The suck truck must’ve been making its annual visit the next day.
We stopped at the northern end of Injidup for a snack and a rest. Murray joked that we would have the beach skinks keeping an eye on us when they smelt food. A couple of minutes later, I saw a head spying on us from across the rocks. We shared some apple and were on our way.
It became increasingly challenging from here, making everything we had done previously seem like a casual stroll to the shops. The terrain became rockier, with the Track taking us down past beaches, then up steep climbs to the top of the cliff.
One section was a very steep, seemingly endless set of stairs heading up to the top of a hill. It was 84 steps. I counted. It was probably about now that I was beginning to feel slightly fatigued. But we were almost at Cabal Rocks and I knew just past there, we would be able to see our end destination.
The Track started to narrow to a grassy trail as we made our way to Wydaup Rocks. We found we had some company as we came across two bobtails in the same area, happily chomping on daisies. They eventually – and very kindly – moved over for us.
It was a little scary walking through this section as the path is quite narrow and you can’t see what might be in the scrub around you. Thankfully we only saw the two bobtails. Although I hate to think about what was in the grass that we couldn’t see. Murray went first.
After plenty of up and down climbs, we made our way past Wydaup and on to Canal Rocks. From the top of another steep climb, we could admire the view over the broken landscape.
From here there was more ups and downs and rocky terrain but we could see Yallingup in the distance.
The steep climbs weren’t over yet. To get to Yallingup, we had to make our way down the last of the steep, rocky slopes.
I’ll admit, this was my least favourite part of the walk. Mostly because I am having a few issues with my knees and walking down a set of concrete stairs is difficult enough. When you don’t have somewhere solid to put your feet? I was in some discomfort.
But we did it and after finding a spectacular section of rock, watching as the waves crashed in, we forged on and popped out into a carpark at the end of Smiths Beach,
We followed a short section of road past the holiday apartments and down onto the sand. As we followed the beach and came closer to Yallingup Brook, we could see it was flowing steadily into the ocean. Once we were close enough, we saw the sides of the bank crumbling away, leaving it impossible to cross without getting wet. There was some talk of jumping at the narrowest point but I had horrible visions of falling backwards into the increasingly raging torrent tumbling into the ocean.
So it was off with the shoes. The water was fresh, although with our sore, numbed feet, it felt more soothing than cold.
We trudged up the beach – a part I was unsure about, knowing a beach walk was coming at the end of our long day. Exhaustion and knowing the end wasn’t far kept us going. Finally we made it to the hill and at the top, it rejoined the Track. It was here that we detoured and headed back to the caravan park.
What a day! I can’t believe we did it. It couldn’t get dark quickly enough that night so we could get to bed. And I don’t think that first wine touched the sides. Luckily we had the following day off to recover and move caravan parks. Find out how we went on our final walk of our trip in the next post when we went from Trig Hill lookout to Contos campground.