Before the boardwalk and bridge were constructed about 12 years ago people (mostly fishermen) had a rough scramble over the rocks and then a very precarious walk across this “canal” on a rather rickety plank of wood, with but a single length of rope to serve as a handrail. Now every man and his dog can get there and a popular pastime is to just lean on the handrail and watch the ocean as it slams into the rocks and sends mini tidal waves rushing up underneath the bridge. I have spent many an hour doing just that, with camera clicking away almost non stop and this is where just a couple of weeks ago I finally got the sunset picture I had been after for 20+ years. Canal Rocks – as the area is known – came by it’s name from the channels, or canals, that had been formed in the rocks by countless eons of wave erosion. It is now part of the Leeuwin Naturaliste National Park. Over the years several unwary fishermen have been swept off the rocks by sudden and unexpected King waves and never seen again.