Streaky Bay to Walkers Rock
Our attempts to stay at the Streaky Bay Islands van park for one more day failed dismally. The place is so popular that we just had to leave to allow others to flow in. At exactly 9.57 am the lovely lady from the office did her rounds to make certain those who were due to leave by ten were all packed up and leaving. Cutthroat business this caravanning!
Before leaving town we naturally had to visit the nice café just one more time. It again did not disappoint. The bacon and egg jaffles were spot on as was the coffee and service. We will be back one day.
A last minute visit to the fish shop to bag some King George Whiting and we were off.
With just over 100ks to travel we made short work of the trip passing roads to some sights we had seen last time. Port Kenny was still bare and sparse with little to no signs of life evident.
We arrived at Walkers Rock, officially known as Lake Newland Conservation Park, after about 3 ks of good dirt road to be met by a sign saying we needed to book on the SA tourism or something website. We found our campsites then negotiated with the almost absent internet to book on a, let’s just say ‘difficult’ website. It was one of those that would have won efficiency awards for an up and coming future star of SA tourism, but in reality just confused anyone over the age of thirty. We remained confused.
We had noticed about 5 ks prior to the camp ground, a local farm at Colton had freshly baked bread for sale out of an old timber toilet looking structure roadside. It was now necessary to turn around, drive back, select a loaf and return. It was definitely worth the trip with the bread being superb.
After set up we walked the beaches marvelling at their natural beauty and in some small way wondering why we holiday to beaches when we have them on tap at home.
The whiting went down a treat for dinner with both us and the swarms of mozzies giving it top marks. We ate, we sprayed mozzie repellent, and we scurried inside for cover as both the insects and the now bloody cold weather gave us no reason to remain in the elements.
Tomorrow is destined to be overcast, cold and windy. It might be a day of doing not much.
