Wyndam Port
Five rivers empty into Cambridge Gulf, no wonder it is "brown."
The Basition
An impressive view out over the old Wyndam townsite is possible from the lookout at the top of the Bastion. Amazingly the old town was sandwhiched between the ramparts and Cambridge Gulf.
The once thriving Wyndam Airport.
I was only able to find one aircraft here in a very large and modern hangar. Liquour restrictions are everywhere, so if you are travelling to the area "stock up" before you leave the Pilbara.
Line to Nowhere
The Port of Wyndam once thrived. These little engines worked hard in their time. Ingrid's Father also worked on them. Sadly they will continue to rust away in once was a well maintained historical precinct, but now in ruins.
Superannuant running out of Steam!
Not quite scrap yet, but worth preserving. The park where these old pieces of rolling stock are has fallen into disprepair. It is a shame.
Lots of History Here
I wonder how many of the meat workers are still around.
More History
The last time I visited Wyndam Port was in 1967. The old port town was very active, and the "3 Mile" was just starting up. I never thought that ir would ever overtake the old town.
Ocean Side Land For Sale
Complete with house and mobile phone coverage. I remember when China Town in Broome looked like this, and the prices were probably comparable.
The Old Court House - Wyndam
Now a historical museum. I sat for many hours on that verandah in 1967 while waiting for a Mining Warden's Court Hearing. I was able to recognise the exact spot immediately.
Traeger RFDS Radio
This RFDS radio is in the Wyndam Historical Society Museum. It was used on Legune Station. I received a good percentage of my early childhood education from one of these, being the first to join the School of the Air in 1963 in Port Hedland.
A Sign of the Times - Wyndam
Ingrid's Father worked here in the early 1960's. The old port town is almost in ruins.
Another Wyndam Relic
The residency was never lived in as it was too far from the Port, just 1 kilometer the magistrate was scared of the aboriginals. It symbolises the atmosphere of the Old Port perfectly
