Tumby Bay to Point Gibbon
With the wind now dropped but the temperature still in the frozen peas part of the thermometer, we packed and prepared for take-off.
With only water to take on board we noticed our neighbour across the way had directly hooked his van up to the only potable water point via a very long hose. We could not figure out why when all he had to do was fill his tanks. After a bit of observation, mainly seeing the washing on the line, we realised this selfish knob had hooked the drinking tap up to his washing machine in his van. He took the poor effort award for the day, and it was only 9am. Luckily the fitting he used on the tap was a double connector we could hook on to it. He managed to avoid the Wrath of G.
We spent the next few hours walking around Tumby Bay. Looking at its closed jetty, unique sea creature mosaic walking path and beautifully restored beach houses. We decided we could live here in summer.
A coffee at the only open café was spent talking to the people from Queensland and their two truffle hunting dogs. Not sure these spoilt pooches have ever seen a truffle or smelt one or eaten one. They did however have a cool Italian name something like Legotto. We’ll call them Leggo dogs.
The next conversation was with a couple from WA who had travelled on the road since July or was it August? They had insights such as their caravan builder had gone broke, everything in WA was expensive and that it was a long way from Perth to Queensland. Filled with new knowledge we finally got our coffee, tea and second hand apple and cinnamon muffin before hitting the road.
A quick stop before leaving town had us bagging a few snaps of the obligatory silo art. This example was on the below average to slightly pathetic scale, yet was still better than a blank white silo.
We motored without thought of economy ever northward towards Cowell for Trevor and Sue had put the call out that their car was now running OK but not at full power. They had gotten to the Cowell Hotel for lunch wondering if we wanted to join them. In a beautiful old hotel we discussed where to stand in an earthquake, how crap it would be to be in a Tornado, and how lucky we were in Australia to only have bush fires, floods, cyclones and snakes to kill you.
Outstanding seafood at a fraction of the cost of the Sunshine Coast filled our bellies before G and I retired to the Point Gibbon campground.
If you were going to design the most perfect camp in the world this would be up there. Huge individual caravan camps, literally on top of cliffs overlooking the ocean backed by rolling sand hills. All for $10 a night with spotless toilets included.
We spent the late afternoon taking photos and cooking an early dinner of chops and sausages before sheltering from the now freezing cold wind. We decided to stay two nights in this spot as tomorrow promises to be 29 degrees, sunny and no wind. Willy Weather hasn’t told the truth so far, so we will see what happens.
