We decided to stay at Adelaide Foreshore Caravan Park – a Big
4. It was massive and there was lots there for the kids to do; except the cost
was going to be $54! So knowing how big it was we decided to sneak the kids in
and not pay. It was school holidays so I thought they could just blend in –
along with the cat!
Well guess what – they put us on the site right beside the
dam reception. Stress me out. We got away with it but my paranoia certainly
reached a high.
The kids went off as we caught up on things back in the van
and quickly ducked over to Harbour Town for some groceries.
Berice and Kevin returned from the city with their two
friends Rose and Bazza. We all sat around getting acquainted and nibbling on crackers
and cheese. The kids were not to be seen
until after dark – they were exhausted.
A lovely roast for dinner and we were set.
The next morning was a rush, but we were on a mission!
We headed for the chiro for all the boys – Rod says the
chiro was the best he had ever been too.
We then took the stupid dam aerial to the manufacturer, Happy Wanderers,
to get fixed. A quick glimpse of Glenelg and we were back to the van park
before check out.
We then returned, grabbed the van and went back to Harbour
Town so I could buy some bras at the Berlei / Bonds outlet.
We left there and manoeuvred our way through the city with
Nuriootpa in sight. We had one stop at Hungry Jacks (regrettably) and headed
off.
We arrived at Angela and Arthur’s house, collected the mail
and sat around chatting and having cuppas. We then went for a walk around the
town looking at the first caravan ever built, which is on display in front of
the Top Tourist Park in Nuriootpa. We
returned and I put the washing on and had a tour of the gardens, sampled some
of their home made olives and sundried tomatoes, which were mighty fine. The
night ended with a lovely roast and homemade quince, chocolate and almond
dessert.
We packed up and left fairly early, unsure of how far we
would get but knowing we had to move along.
We headed across country in a NW direction. Every 15-30km
was a three house town which resembled shandy towns. Very run down and unkempt
houses, not pretty.
We hit Port Pirie on the coast about lunch time and stopped
for a quick bite and look around. There wasn’t much there and the weather was
unpleasant.
We pushed on and went into Port Germein, home of Australia’s
longest wooden jetty, 1.2km long. So we
grabbed our rods and went for a stroll out to the end, and of course a fish!
Nothing to report there but we did enjoy watching people from the Yorke Peninsula
try and catch crabs and watched dolphins swim around.
We drove back a few kms to a free camp on the side of the
road where there were a few others parked up, and stayed the night. We chose
the spot right next to the covered shelter and set our burner up on it. Made a
divine steak and potato bake for dinner.
The next morning we packed up and headed towards Port
Augusta. Quite a bit town but being the
weekend everything was pretty much closed. We went down to the boat ramp, found
this most unusual toilet, and had breakfast.
Now, the toilet. A silver box
from the outside which was all electronic.
Push button to open the door. Push button to lock. Sensor to apply
cream, water and then hot air to dry your hands. Automatically washes itself
and if you take longer than 10mins it will unlock the door automatically! Oh
and music played once the door was in lock mode. Needless to say, Rod and the boys had fun
playing with the toilet.
We left Port Augusta and tried for Point Lowly, a
recommended spot to put our boat in, however there were so many people there we
kept moving.
A brief stop in Whyalla, which sent Rod mad and made him
very cranky. We couldn’t find Woolworths
and we couldn’t get into a servo with the van. Finally down a back street we
found Woolworths. And guess what, after we left we found another bigger
shopping centre, with another Woolies…grrr.
Three servos later we left Whyalla heading for Port Gibbon.
We arrived at Port Gibbon, thinking Kevin and Berice were
there, but they weren’t. Anyway, we parked
up the night, went down the waterfront and saw some more dolphins and had a
good old chat with Di & Ashley. That
night Di came over to visit and I tried to cook bread and butter pudding with
my thermal cooker. It was ok.
We left fairly early in the morning and headed for Louth
Bay, where we were meeting Kevin, Berice, Rose and Bazza. We arrived and set up, checked out the wharf
and the fishing. The rest of the party
arrived. We were hesitant to get the boat
down as the weather wasn’t the best.
We went for a fish that afternoon but there were no
bites. Mitchell caught one squid that
night.
The next morning we put the boat in, a story in itself with
the beach launch and low tide. But fear not, no crocs here so it was all
good. The boys picked me up from the
wharf and we went fishing. We didn’t go too far from the wharf as the winds
were up and I was a tad scared after all the “big shark” stories locals had
told us about.
Not a bite, not even one.
We pulled the boat out and packed it. We went for a drive into Port Lincoln to do
washing and have a look around and perhaps find a shower – no luck. Not a bad little town.
We returned to camp and went for a fish off the jetty. I
thought Kevin and Baz were down there already but they got side tracked
chatting. Well they missed me catching the first squid for the arvo. It was just a laugh all afternoon as I ended
up catching two squids, Rod two and Allan (the guy camped beside us) one. So
with 5 in total we returned to camp laughing.
Mitchell had the shits as we didn’t come and get him so he
stormed off down the wharf to catch squid.
On dark I went to get him and he had caught one. We met Clint, an oyster owner/farmer from
Streaky Bay way, who was using tommy ruffs to lure squid in. There were schools of squid, like I have
never seen before, and well Mitchell was just throwing his jig in and pulling
in squid! He got 5 in total. We returned to camp, Mitchell showed his catch to
Kevin and Barry, who laughed and we cleaned up and had dinner.
PHOTOS: Adelaide to Port Lincoln
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