We were honestly on our way to Baladjie Rock, headed east, and remembering the time of year it was as we went through I excitedly said to John, “We have to go to Cunderdin Hill!” I remembered all the times we came here a few springs ago, only to be disappointed, as someone posted a photo of the hill covered in everlastings. Each time we went on the weekend, John’s only free time, it had rained. Meanwhile, people posted photos they had taken during the sunny mid-week, it was very frustrating. So there we were, in Cunderdin, it was sunny, this was spring, and we have had record rainfall amount, the hill should be covered.
But first, our drive from home to Cunderdin; that had been quite different as well.
For one thing, it was foggy. We could still see the kangaroos in the distance.
One was up close. 🙂
Up to the hills, the sun had come out and rays burst through the trees.
Maybe the hills see more of this, but back at our house and area fog is a rare occurrence.
Not so rare in Maryland, so this was kinda neat for a homesick gal.
Visibility was starting to be a thing through Northam.
So as we made our way, we knew we were going through Bakers Hill, a place we had never stopped in before. We knew that should change since their bakery made the Urban List of “Western Australia’s best country bakeries.” Seemed only right since we had been to the Bindoon Bakehaus and the Miami Bakehouse, we should tick another bakery off of the list.
The outside was unassuming.
There were plenty to choose from. They didn’t seem to have a breakfast pie like I was used to at Bindoon, I chose a chicken vegetable pie.
There were even more choices.
There were some sweet options for John.
The Cunderdin town was much the same.
With its pub. Did I see a Pizza Bar? Next time 🙂
Well, the Ford Fairlane parked was a little different…
But we soon made our way up the hill and it was looking promising.
It was a sea of pink.
The pink everlastings seemed to go on forever.
When we got to the top we realized we were going to have to walk down for a closer look.
The view was amazing though.
I liked the view looking up just as much.
So glad we decided to make a quick stop.
I suppose the abundant winter rain helped create an extra special everlasting daisy hill this year.
Back at the top of the hill, it was also sweet to look beyond the pink…
…to the yellow of the canola fields.
Next town Tammin, but we would be getting sidetracked a second time on our way to Baladjie Rock, a closer look on the map indicated we weren’t very far from the 3rd largest monolith rock in Western Australia…
