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Miracle Story


Dr Tracy kennedy-Shanks

Toowoomba, Australia

“*%#@&*, we are going to lose the car”

Submitted into: Miracles of Lessons in Life Category,

On: 2009-04-26 01:17:11

“*%#@&*, we are going to lose the car”  

It started early on Friday the 18th October 2008, when Wok, Glen and I packed up the esky with supplies for a day of fishing up the beach about 3 hours north of Broome.

“Should I take my phone” I asked?  “No I’ve got mine as a backup” Wok said and with that we jumped into the Ute and headed north.  We stopped for ice, bread and juice before heading out of town towards Sandy Point, making the comment that you take as much gear for a day as you do for 3 (if we only knew).  We made a brief stop on the red cliffs to admire the scenery and take a few happy snaps before heading down on to the beach, where we let the tyres down, and had a wander amongst the rocks on low tide.  Then up the beach we went ….


“Oh *%$#$@*, we are going to lose the car” as we stalled in the middle of the creek.  Wok re-started the engine but we had already sunk to the axels, as Glen and I jumped out to push and Wok revved the engine.  No point really by this stage the water was up to the bottom of the doors, it would have taken a miracle to get out even with all the time in the world.


I set off up the dunes for help (pointless) and the boys started frantically taking the gear out of the car.  It was 9.10am.  I grabbed a shirt and the camera and took off to look for tracks across the mud flats.  I wrapped the spare fishing shirt around my head as it was about 35◦C and heating up quickly, walked through the soft sand dunes and into the mud flats. I walked a long way from the beach and the boys, and I didn’t have any water with me.  I decided not to keep going as I figured the mud flats would be a nice place for a croc to live, so I did a fast U turn and headed back to the car.  (I guess the trip to the Malcolm Douglas Croc Park earlier in the week was not a good idea).

I got back to the beach at 9.33am (digital camera tags are handy) and took another picture of the car and by this stage the water was over the doors and up to the tray.  I could see the boys running up the beach to the dunes 50 metres away with the gear they had salvaged from the sinking car.  I snapped a few more pictures of the car and we sat on the beach and watched it go under. 


Damage mode: we covered ourselves in sun screen and shirts, donned wide brim hats and took stock of how much water and food we had.  We sat in three fishing chairs, staring at the car and resigned ourselves to the idea we were there at least for the next 8 hours. 

Glen, bored, took off with a fishing rod to try his luck and Wok of course NEEDED a beer.  I just sat, tried to keep the sun off me, with a sarong over my head watching the car sink.  Man it was hot as the suns rays headed further into the sky with the temperature rising and it was only 10 o’clock.


High tide peaked at 12.30pm and filled up the creek behind us making it a lake and Glen started to catch the fish.  First, a sting ray, then a shovel nose shark, followed by a couple of brim and a few more pretty ones.  We had packed the esky with a feed of green prawns with the intention of cooking them for lunch.  Unfortunately we hadn’t been able to get the camp stove or lighter out of the car so Glen was using prawns for bait. 

We watched the car disappear into the water as the tide came up past the windows and over the roof.  The esky hung on to the last as it was tied in with a strap.  The contents (mostly camping gear) were long gone and floated up the creek with the tide.  The car bobbed in the ocean for a few hours at the peak of the tide and we only saw the occasional reflection off the roof in the waves.  The tide turned and the water started to flow out of the billabong and down the creek.  It was a king tide (about 9.3 metres) and as the outgoing tide gained pace it was quite surreal to see tyres in the air, as the car rolled in the ocean a few times.  It came to rest further down the creek and wedged in at an angle in the sand and the water rushed by as the roof and doors slowly re-appeared.  Somewhere around 3pm the tide had gone down enough to see what state the car was in.  The panels were all dinted and it was firmly wedged into the bank of the creek.  Another hour and water revealed what else we could salvage. 

I made a sandwich for the boys as they contemplated how we would get light and fire for the night as we knew were not going anywhere in the car and we were a long way from any traffic.  The march flies had been eating us most of the day so Glen and Wok went back to the car (MacGyver mode) and removed the batteries to see if we could have light with the fluro we found.  We recovered a tarp for shade (a bit late but at least a cover for the night), and I started to collect driftwood for a fire.


I am not sure why but Wok looked at his phone and noticed a missed call, WHAT! 

Well a flurry of activity as we tried to call for help.  No luck.  We hung the phone off the crab hook and wandered around the dunes with the pole in the air.  Finally success, with a text message about 5.30pm: “HELP car lost 3 people Hidden creek”. 

What! A message back: “on way”! 

YAY, Beer all round! As we had resigned to the fate that we would be there all night fending off the midges and tide.  We drank the rest of the beer, watched the sun set, and took pictures of the car while we waited for the tide to turn.  It was dark and Glen (MacGyver) set up the light on the fishing pole so the rescue party would see us.   We swatted midges but it was a loosing battle so we sat and waited.


The rescue party arrived some time after 8pm and it was still low tide.  They mistook the message and brought recovery gear, but it was way too late for that.  Smithy brought the ‘Missus’, 2 mates and 2 huge eskies of beer, after all this is Broome.  All seven of us piled into the land cruiser well and truly ready for the long trip back to Broome. 


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