It’s only a few days till we get home now. What a fantastic 100 days it’s been so far though. We all have different favourite sights, camps and experiences. There will be stories to tell for years to come.
But for today…..we awoke to a light breeze. Phew! But that meant the return of the wretched flies. We all agreed that these are the worst, thickest flies we’ve had on the trip so far. It was a relief to get in the car. We drove on to Cowell, a lovely old town chock full of historic buildings. From there it’s only 15km to Lucky Bay for our ferry trip. Now I don’t know how this particular Lucky Bay got its name, but I sure hope that Matthew Flinders didn’t name this place Lucky Bay here in South Australia, and then forgot all about doing it and then named the other Lucky Bay near Esperance. Just to confuse us.
We crossed the Spencer Gulf from Cowell to Wallaroo rather than driving up to Port Augusta and on to Adelaide via Port Pirie. It saves about 350km, but I’m not sure if it’s a whole lot faster.
The ferry rolled about on the swell quite a bit, and I was glad to get on solid land. The trip was about 2.5 hours, but the play list of music was only about an hour long. I couldn’t listen to ‘American Pie’ a third time, so I went up to the open deck to get really bad hair.
Once we left Wallaroo, it was like being dropped into another planet. Figuratively speaking. Suddenly there was traffic, power lines, residential squeeze, and humanity in general. Life sure is different on the Eyre Peninsula. At least the price od diesel is under $1.60. We’re camped next to Belair National Park about 10km south east of Adelaide CBD. It’s cold.