Port Lincoln to Drummond Point.
Today we rose late. We were in no hurry, having just to meet Trevor and Sue at 10am at the fish market in Port Lincoln. Peter did the good husband thing and made his beautiful G a cup of tea before sitting down to do a bit of uni study with the same enthusiasm as a Christian going to lion den.
We packed slowly, took some happy snaps, chatted to a couple of randoms and finally made our way out of Port Lincoln. At the fish market we were greeted by the most magnificent display of fresh fish you could imagine. The whiting were actual fish, not like the sardine sized things we get at home. The flat head was huge, not to mention the other fish with the funny name ending in ‘gai’. We grabbed some flathead before toddling southish towards Coles Point.
At the point we chuckled as we had both missed the turn off. It was a pretty fancy place. An extremely well-made gravel road led north along the coastline with stunning views the entire way. It terminated at the bottom of a short steep hill with a turn-around area about half the size needed for Puma and a caravan. One beautifully executed 63 point turn later and we were on our way back to the highway.
Just as our tummies started to growl we turned eastish towards Drummond Point. Ten minutes later we were greeted with views over a couple of the most stunning bays one could imagine. To the north, a beach of pristine white sand lapped by a gentle surf, almost devoid of people. To the south, a menacing rock ridden bay lined with huge boulders covered in vivid orange lichen, pounded by the ocean. We walked the beach and rocks. We marvelled at the beauty of this place. We quipped that the two boaties with the Ford F250s parked in soft sand with huge trailers behind, would have a bit of a time hauling them up the incredibly steep hill leading to the parking area above.
Nibblies were the afternoon order of the day before watching two Abalone fisherman make an absolute balls up of landing their craft onto the back of their trailer. The ended up being nice blokes. Peter had a yarn, learned everything about Abalone fishing you can learn in five minutes, and was gifted three Abalone shells for his trouble.
The flathead went down a treat for dinner, as did Sue and Trevor’s fresh Calamari they had been given by a fisherman the day before.
Tomorrow looks to be another slow day with not far to travel. The weather is scheduled to come in with high winds followed by a cold front from Western Australia. For now we are comfortable in one of the best camping spots in the country. Hard not to feel blessed in times like these.