Castlepoint : Activities

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Digging up shell fish at low tide
So what is there to do in Castlepoint?

Ride down a hundred meter high sand bank. We saw people utilising sheets of PVC, flattened cardboard boxes, and a couple of kids from the caravan park were sliding down the forty five degree slope on skate board decks with the trucks removed.

There were people attempting to surf in both the large and small bays. As I was watching the surfers, a jet ski was lowered into the water and began towing surfers into the rolling sets.
Sliding down sand bank

Digging pippies out of the beach when the tide has retreated is popular. We were told to leave them overnight in a pot of fresh water to force them to spit out sandy residues.

Well maintained tracks encourage short hiking trips.

Fishing from the beach, the lighthouse rock, or from one of the many boats that head out into the bay and pacific ocean beyond.
Hike up to the lighthouse

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