Lying east of Esperance on the southern seaboard of the state and facing the Recherche Archipelago, this national park has some splendid coast scenery. Headlands walled in granite are thrust into the brilliantly-coloured sea, and stony peals are frequently veiled in sea mist. Unbelievably-white sand lines the gently-curving bays. It is so fine that it squeaks underfoot and, when pressed in the hand, feels like talc powder. Oddly-shaped rocks sometimes coasted in red lichen litter the coastal slopes, as if carelessly flung down by a great Rock, because when the wind Thistle Cove is called the Whistling Rock, because when the wind blows in a certain direction the rock seems to emit from its core a shrieking howl, a sound weird and ghostly to all who hear it.
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