We’re in the process of packing up, and we see a splash in the water, a fish. It might have been, but if it was, it was beening chased by a couple of dolphins. The kids are excited for at least a few seconds, but a tree they’ve been climbing for the last few days keeps their attention.
Each family is heading in a different direction today. We start making our way towards Whyalla. It really feels like we’re heading home now. Maybe 10 more days. Both Justine and I are wondering how we’ll adjust after we finish life on the road.
A stop back in Port Lincoln to fill up the water tanks and do some shopping. We start heading north, and take a quick detour into Tumby Bay to see the silo art. What an amazing job they’ve done.
Needs to be looked at, at the right angle.
Whyalla is pretty close to Port Augusta, from what I know both are very much industrial towns, so probably not the ideal places to stay. We find a camp spot right on the beach about 100km south of Whyalla, not free, but at $5, a bargain.
The kids are keen to throw a line in again, so we get sorted and Justine takes them down to the beach. From the beach, it’s a bit hard to cast too far, they’re casting into the wind. After a while, they all end up standing thigh deep trying to get further out, but no luck. At least the water is warm in this part. After 90 minutes, not a single bite, and a very large sea bird is eyeing off the package of bait. Enough for today.
As we filled up the water tanks earlier, we shepherd everyone in for a quick shower. So nice to feel clean when you’ve been in the dirt for 3 days. Only trouble is we’re still in the dirt.
…..wow, I love the art. Really amazing!!!
…..Home stretch…..lot of adjustment when you get home..
Ciao Paulo x