It had been a week of waiting, weather, friends, tides.. . That was it, today was the day. No more waiting.
It was Friday afternoon and the sun was out, I packed up all my gear and through it in the car, ahhh the phone rings. Thanksgiving dinner was happening very soon.
After the mighty feast of turkey I looked at the time. Only 7.30pm! This adventure was still on. Saying some hurried farewells, I was given some good lucks.
The drive to Long Beach was fast and windy and I arrived just after 8.15. Slamming my brakes on I grabbed my bag and headed to the sand.
I could see rock climbers scattered over the cliffs today. The yellow lupins in full bloom with purple wild daisy's growing in between.
I could smell the salt of the ocean and the fires of the campers ready for a night in the Long beach caves.
At the end of the beach I turned towards the ocean instead of the caves.
The tide was way out and getting ready to turn, the sun had dropped below the mountains to my back. Making my way along the jagged rocks It appeared there was no beach over here.
Just massive waves crashing into the rocks in front of me. Getting right to the point where I would have to swim the cliffs gave way to a cavernous path.
And there it was, the entrance to Cave beach!
The inside of the caves were a mixture of volcanic rocks that resembled the likes of a rocky road cake.
The first arch you had to climb down to the sand when the waves receded, and quickly run to the next arch. This arch then opened out onto a secluded beach that appeared to have penguin nests.
After watching the sun set and realizing the tide was started to get quite violent, I had to time my route back though the caves cautiously. I would suggest a calmer day.
Happy hunting - Stu