Walkers Conservation Park to Streaky Bay

Peter was up early today for a bit of exercise on the gymnastic rings. As he began he managed to wake almost everyone in the conservation park as well. Noticeably no one raced out of their slumber to join him in an uplifting start to the morning.

Just before breakfast (about 9am) G and Peter went for a bit of a beach walk. They were gifted one of natures’ true joys. A pod of about 12 dolphins of all sizes swam the shoreline feeding on small fish. They danced, they surfed, they sped like lightning; entertaining us for about 20 minutes. We walked away a bit empty for they had filled those precious moments with incredible joy.

Back at camp, Henry was up and looking for a pat. He filled us with joy in his own way and is turning out to be the best little travelling companion.

We head out late morning to enjoy a few chosen stops on the coastline. First off was Woolshed Cave. Holy spectacular ocean cave Batman! Hidden underneath the car park, perched on the cliffs edge, was a massive cave. From within the world was framed by its roof line allowing a focused view of the stunning ocean beyond.

We roamed the cave, marvelled at the rock formations along the coast bringing brilliant colour to our day and wondered the powered of the ocean as it relentlessly pounded the cliffs.

We plugged on at Puma speed. We floated over corrugations with Gstring clinging on gamely. Port Kenny came into view. Within 3.61 seconds our assessment had Port Kenny leaving our view. We continued on.

A call on the radio from Sue, at a seemingly innocuous driveway on a backroad, had us turning into Murphy’s Haystacks.  Another wow moment. In the middle of a mundane paddock on a mundane hill in the middle of nowhere was a group of rocks. These were not your average ricks though. They were big buggers. Standing 10 or so metres above the earth they took on a multitude of colours, shapes and sizes. The story goes that a truck driver called Murphy saw them, so they became Murphy’s rocks. We reckon they were shrapnel from the Maralinga atomic bomb testings a few hundred k’s north in the 50s. Either way the area is now maintained by the property owners for the enjoyment of the public.

Late afternoon we rolled into the Islands Caravan Park 6ks north of Streaky Bay. Well my goodness. Imagine a van park with the toilets having your own little ensuite for each cubicle. That’s right, shower, toilet and basin in the one room. This place was next level. We spent the afternoon sitting in our chairs watching the sun set over a perfectly still ocean before enjoying a pretty fantastic apricot chicken for dinner.

Peter completed a uni assignment before falling sound asleep……….or was that the other way around?