After my disaster morning at Scott’s Head, I cruised back up the coast to a little spot called Red Rock. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I found a gorgeous little fishing village tucked in at the southern end of Yuraygir National Park. Roads only one lane wide, with cars parked on lawns with their doors unlocked and windows down, locals willing to wave to anyone crossing their path and a nice, cheap caravan park near the Red Rock Bluff and beach.
The swell was up when I arrived, but after a short arvo bash I decided to wait for the morning, which promised clean waves. After dark, I strolled up to the bluff, where I took a couple of star trail shots – I feel like I’m getting the hang of them at last! The surf dropped off overnight, so there were only 2ft leftovers when I checked it, shivering, at dawn. The high tide made more of a meal of it, but as the tide ran out, a fun left developed off the headland, with peeling waves and only one other surfer out. I ended up surfing for 5 hours, honing my (shoddy) dropknee skills, before I reluctantly hit the road again and headed north.