On the road again to Walker Rocks Campground near Elliston. It looked like we wouldn't get a spot until two other campers pointed out a place just around the bend from them, it was perfect. The area already had a camper trailer in their but still plenty of room for us and then some. We soon found out that the owners were a couple from the Northern Territory and at 4 in the afternoon happy hour began, we called it quits around 7pm, late dinner again. We wished Bernie and Rita safe travels as we were leaving in the morning.
On the Sunday we were hitting the tar again heading to Streaky Bay. On the way we pulled into a place called Murphy's Haystacks, the joke is that they aren't even hay stacks at all, they are located at Mortana between Streaky Bay and port Kenny. It turns out they are wind worn pillars and boulders of pink granite called Inselbergs estimated to be 1,500 million years old. They obtained there name because a traveller in a coach saw the formation in the distance and asked how a farmer could produce so much hay. As the property belonged to a man named Murphy, the rocks became known as Murphy's Haystacks.
While we were at it we it we also called in to the sea side town of Venus Bay and went for a walk around the cliffs, it was astounding you are literally on the edge of Australia looking out at the Southern ocean, no railings, no fences to save you! Oh what a feeling! Toyota has got nothing on this place.
We made it to Streaky Bay only to find the handle on the door of our caravan had broken, the result was if no one was in the van to open it from the inside we would be locked out, nowhere near had replacements, all the people we talked to told us that the caravan repair guy at Port Lincoln would have them. So the next day we were back on the road heading for Port Lincoln again. Driving into a fierce headwind stuffed our fuel economy and we were running out of fuel, we pulled off the road, drained the roughly four and a half litres of fuel from the diesel heater and limped into Coffin Bay as it was closer than Port Lincoln. We returned to Port Lincoln fixed the door and took off the next morning. Over 200 hundred kilometers but it was fixed and we were on the road again.
On the Sunday we were hitting the tar again heading to Streaky Bay. On the way we pulled into a place called Murphy's Haystacks, the joke is that they aren't even hay stacks at all, they are located at Mortana between Streaky Bay and port Kenny. It turns out they are wind worn pillars and boulders of pink granite called Inselbergs estimated to be 1,500 million years old. They obtained there name because a traveller in a coach saw the formation in the distance and asked how a farmer could produce so much hay. As the property belonged to a man named Murphy, the rocks became known as Murphy's Haystacks.
While we were at it we it we also called in to the sea side town of Venus Bay and went for a walk around the cliffs, it was astounding you are literally on the edge of Australia looking out at the Southern ocean, no railings, no fences to save you! Oh what a feeling! Toyota has got nothing on this place.
We made it to Streaky Bay only to find the handle on the door of our caravan had broken, the result was if no one was in the van to open it from the inside we would be locked out, nowhere near had replacements, all the people we talked to told us that the caravan repair guy at Port Lincoln would have them. So the next day we were back on the road heading for Port Lincoln again. Driving into a fierce headwind stuffed our fuel economy and we were running out of fuel, we pulled off the road, drained the roughly four and a half litres of fuel from the diesel heater and limped into Coffin Bay as it was closer than Port Lincoln. We returned to Port Lincoln fixed the door and took off the next morning. Over 200 hundred kilometers but it was fixed and we were on the road again.
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