The only reason I ever had to go to Al Wusta was, once, 5 years ago, an Al Wusta Sheikh's daughter invited me to her brother's wedding. Al Wusta is a 6 hour drive from Muscat, so alas I didn't go. I am sure it would have been something, that girl tried to give me gold bracelets as thank-you gifts! Nonetheless, my husband lived in Al Wusta over a decade ago, and had none but the best memories of vast stretches of private, unspoiled beaches.
I'm willing to go anywhere that I haven't been before at least once, so we set in for the rather long and dull drive.
The only sights along the way were camels, until we reached Al Wusta proper. I tried to google anything of interest, but all I came up was a camel racing track under construction, and the Haima Oryx preserve, which wasn't on the road which we were taking.
In Mudhaibi though, we had a decent Camel Makbous (a rice and meat dish) at an Omani restaurant.
This we did succeed in. However, the beaches were covered in garbage, due to the fishermen who throw out all their boat crap. This was not so 10 years ago, at least according to my husband's golden memories.
I remembered sweaters for the kids though, thankfully!
(In the desert, day-time temperatures are pretty high, but night-time, the sand gets super cold on your feet). At night it got pretty windy though, and sand was everywhere!
My kids loved playing in the ocean and bothering the crabs on the beach during the day. There are a lot shells lining the beaches in Al Wusta, so they had quite an impressive cache before the end of the trip.
Following the beach road to the point, where Bedouin areesh/palm frond houses line the beach, we found quite an assortment of bones on the beach---camels, turtles, gazelle, and whale bones. Beyond, the dark wooden bodies of the dhows bobbed in the waves.
A Bedouin family from Al Sharqiyah region had a full traditional tent set up here, with majlis cushions, and they were making qhahwa/arabic coffee.
I waved at the bright Bedouin girls in the back of a pick-up that drove past us, bound for an areesh.
Then we went home, and only stopped to pray at a Mosque with a women's section in Mudhaibi.