Looking back to the roof of my last hut (centre of picture), I noticed a road to the left that I had been unaware of. A blurred shot, but it shows the isolation of the hut, with the toilet roof to the right.

I stuck my walking pole in this shot to show the depth and softness of the sand I had just walked over. Tough going down this part of the Track.

Even the four wheel drive club rate these hills, and also install rubber matting tracks, so they don't destroy the dunes any more. At first I thought it was a bitumen road.

Feels like a five lane highway on this beach.

After climbing over "Monkey Rock", I stopped in awe to view HUGE granite boulders

These boulders are right beside the Track, but don't look so impressive from afar or looking back. They do tower over the tree though!

Still skirting around puddles like this.

Idyllic beach locations are often viewed from above. The wave surge almost covers the beach at times, as can be seen by the wet sand.

You have to look down to climb this steep step, and in so doing you cannot miss the sign - or could you? Still heading in the right direction.

Very thoughtful style crossing over a private property fence (there were a few the Track crosses). The extended poles lets me hold on something while on the top step. Remember I had a backpack trying to ove-balance me.

Heavy showers stopped for 10 minutes so this is what the "Ocean Beach" sandbar blocking the "Wilson Inlet" at "Denmark" looks like from the viewing platform. This is an alternative route mentioned in the book, but the signs were under water, the same as the Track!

Do not do what I did - I walked along the beach towards "Anvil Beach", unaware of the cliffs in the distance. The Track was inundated on the southern side of the Inlet, so I decided to walk along the beach instead. I had to climb crumbling limestone cliffs which was really quite dangerous, and cut my own track though the bush at the top using my compass for direction. Very silly, as it also cost me around 15kms extra for getting lost again!! (the last time). All of this was written-up in the next hut's Journal. Nobody would have found me if something had gone wrong.

This notice says it all.

For once the "Wilson Inlet" sandbar was not opened as it usually was. That meant a big backlog of water from all the i, flooding many of the surrounding areas including the "Bibbulmun Track". It seemed like a once off opportunity t walk across it.. That turned out to be a big mistake, as I refused to turn around when faced with cliffs at the far beach end on the headland.

This fence must have cost millions to construct and it's electric too. Is it to keep something in or something out? Destruction of the original Bibbulmun Track" has been caused by some private fencing. Sometimes I had previously felt like an escapee from a prison farm, or an illegal immigrant in a foreign bush world, but even more so with a fence to walk alongside. They call this progress?

The "Roo" population have put hundreds of dents or bulgee in the mesh. They have been trapped like evey other animal. Will this land end up being sold as large blocks of residential bush land like other areas between" Denmark" and "Nullaki" campsite? The bush destruction is horrendous!

The fence is like a giant caterpillar going up and down hills with ease. It seems like I am on the acceptable signed side.

"West Howe" campsite where these seasoned Trekkers put up a self-supporing tent inside the hut , to give them extra warmth. They had packed the wrong fuel for their stove, so I let them share my gas stove and they let me share their meal. A happy swop, as I did not have to do any cooking for once.

Finally leaving the dunes behind, I go through a small tree section of the Track. A welcome change.

Quite a beautiful small tree canopy or tunnel. Something totally different!

The Track momentarily turns to rock again. I only fell once on the total journey, but it was on a hard wet clay surface that was not very steep. I lay for a while on my back, considering if I was going to try and get out of the backpack or stand up with it on. Don't do the latter, as I almost pulled a muscle in the process.

Another trekker that did not make it home! I guess this was really a "Roo"?

Looks like I am heading down to the surf. No sand, so I am enjoying the change.

Must be getting near "Albany" as I recognise the "Albany Wolley Bush" with it's soft branches of greenary. Once I was told it was so soft you could substitute it for toilet paper if you ran out. I never did, so I cannot confirm if that's true.

Wooden boards buried in the sand make a different surface to walk on.

Granite rocks have definately been replaced by limestone around here. The green below shows a fresh water spring is active.

Walking around this limestone rock clump, I head up the hill to the distant bare sandy summit.

Duckboards stop the local vegetation from being damaged. I must be coming to a tourist area, where there are more people walking and sight seeing.

My trusty" Black Daimond" extendible walking pole takes a well earnt break. My left leg had been in serious pain for 100's of kilometres, even thought the pole was reducing the amount of weight on it. So close that I felt I would have crawled rather than give up now. Later found I had damaged a nerve in my spine (pinched nerve).

Bright white beach sand below.

I feel like a 4 wheel drive vehicle, but only on one track. Now this rubber surface makes walking so much easier on sand.

My first distant shot of "Albany Wind Farm" with the zoom. Little did I know how close I could get to these almost silent sentries.

I enjoyed the seven kilometre beach walk crossing the mouth of "Torbay Inlet". I knew the hardest parts of my epic journey were over. The locals even fed me some spare quiche and salad,followed by strawberries from their picnic hamper. What a beautiful welcome to "Albany".

This channel was flowing, but it was not the main one on "Torbay Beach". Crossing it with boots off was not a problem.

The channel across the beach had the usual Tanin brown or brackish water.

This fast action shot shows how the water was quicklly widening the channel, as sections of beach sand collapsed into the water, as I took the picture. Double click for a close-up and then click again to see more detail.

"Torbay Inlet" was blocked by a sandbar, so no wading was required.

"Mutton Bird" viewing platform where I was given a picnic lunch by some locals, who had watched me walking the length of the beach. Fishermen below.

The view back up the beach I had just walked along. As usual very soft fine sand.

Happy to oblige as I don't plan to end the journey here!

As I approached "Hidden Valley" campsite the "Albany Wind Farm" got closer.

Suddenly noticed that my leg muscles had grown with all the exercise.

Around 1001 kilometres of walking had cost or lost me around 10 kgs, and I was not fat to start off with!!

The very last shelter or hut at "Hidden Valley". I now understand other walkers saying that the just wanted to turn around and keep walking. It becomes a way of life, with it's little routines and state of mind. I never knew what was around the next corner, so every experience was new and thought provoking. Could I live back in the "Big Smoke" again?

Sun up over the 'Wind Farm" in "Albany".

The towers look like they are climbing the hill, as you walk by "Albany Wind Farm".

My first Track view of the finishing town "Albany".

You can see by the spray from the surf that this is a windy spot. The turbine blades were rotating, but suprised me by their quietness.

At times I felt the Track was going to pass underneath the columns. No mud, water or roots to trip over, on this tourist section of the Track.

This raised boardwalk show how close you get to "Albany Wind Farm".

The signage with the "Wind Farm" as a back-drop.

It was difficult to comprehend before the walk and is just as difficult after completing it, that it was nearly 1,000kms! While walkig, I did not focus on the magnitude, but on each day as it unfolded.

I did not want to miss having at least one good shot of this sign, as there were few of them on the Track giving the distance involved. Even in a close-up, the flowers got in the picture.

Another sign telling me the "Terminus" or finshing spot was only 15kms away.

"Sandpatch Cliffs" viewing platform and the Bibbulmun Track sign tells me that it is nearly all over on the 51st day.

No this is not a four wheel vehicle track, just the wide trekking Track to protect the sand hill from erosion. It sure makes life easier and was much appreciated.

Lacking a walking partner, my backpack tended to feature in many of my shots. If it could have done it would have been smiling like the owner, as I cruised along towards the finish. On close-up (double click the picture) you will notice my suntan cream that I carried the whole way in outside pocket, yet only applied three or four times. The mosquito roll-on was used more often.

The waterproof and windproof jacket needs to be positioned somewhere where you can reach it quickly. Stuffing it through the loop at the back of the pack for hanging it up, was an ideal solution. It only once worked loose, but I spotted it before it totally fell. It would have been a disaster to loose!

If I had walked without any pole or walking stick, I would have had to substitute something else to do a million jobs. Here the stick is helping balance the backpack in the wind: like the rubber wetsuit layer under the pack, making the base more level. Everything had a use or a place.

I found the Track took me right around this bay from left to right, to "Albany" town cntre. So near but so far.

A quick zoom shot in the morning haze, of "Albany" houses from across the bay.

Just when "Tige"r snakes were the last thing on my mind, this two metre one decides it's not camera shy. It moved very quckly off the Track in the hot morning sun, as I got closer. For once I get the first of two shots, after seeing 50 x "Tigers" and 4 x "Dugites", spotted lying on the Track in front of me. It was just a matter of having the camera set up and ready.

I started the journey afraid of snakes and finished it admiring the "Tiger" snakes beautiful yellow and green underbelly and black back. I heard at least another 50 snakes beside the Track going away through the bushes, but they were never a problem for me. The triple frog population, also tripled the snakes too. All because of a very wet spring. I learnt not to walk on the sunny side of the Track, as the shady side had less snakes sunbathing!

Cultivated town flowers grow in large bush clumps, almost looking like wildflowers.

Albany Town Hall was a personal goal to reach, having placed a picture of it hanging in my study, ever since I decided to walk to Albany. This photograph was taken as I walked back up the hill, looking for a hotel that served reasonably priced steaks and draught Guinness on tap for lunch.

An emotional moment as my camera tripod balances onmy backpack for this finishing shot. Five months of training and 51 days on the Track and I had arrived.

Back to cvilization, hot showers, non-dehydrated food and no more walking. It took more than a day to come back to Earth. I stayed in "Albany" for two nights before catching a coach back through "Denmark" to "Bunbury", then caught the "Australind" train back to "Perth". Lots of leg room on the train and good to get off the road and away from traffic.