Penultimate Post

We are nearing the finish line and our thoughts have turned to home, but there are a few more bays and piers to explore.  From Tumby Bay we drove up to Lucky Bay SA to catch the ferry across the Spencer Gulf to the Yorke Penisula. This takes two hours and was a nice calm journey. We then drove down to Edithburgh on the heel through fields of ripening wheat with old rock walls and nice old towns. 

The campsite was nice enough, but maybe we should have taken a hint from the many nearby wind turbines as to how windy it would be. The wind did not stop us exploring the Yorke. We enjoyed the wild coast, the pink lakes and the Dhilba Gurranda-Innes National Park on the toe. The scallop surprise from the nearby Coobawie pub did not disapoint.

From there we travelled to Elizabeth where we dropped off the van for a well deserved service.  We drove on to a nice hotel in Adelaide. We arrived fairly dishevelled from the wind in our casual camping clothes and were asked by the receptionist if we were sure we had the right place. A haircut, a shave and some clean clothes allowed us to join the ranks of Adelaide society with a few very nice dinners.  The next day we dropped the car off to finally have the fuel tank repaired. We then criss-crossed Adelaide test driving a few Electric  Vehicles as our plan was to buy one when we returned however we ended up buying one then and there. We also had a lovely morning in the Botanical gardens which  had a Chihuly exhibition. 

From Adelaide we travelled down for three nights in McLaren Vale in a nice cabin where we met up with our good friends  John and Helen. We spent a relaxing few days walking around the region, trying wines and eating excellent food, culuminating with a lunch at the D'Arenberg Cube.

We parted ways and we travelled  back via Glenelg to Elizabeth to pick up our van and start the journey  home. We spent the first night by the Murray River at the town of Morgan before travelling  to one of out favourite campsites in the Murray River National Park near Berri by the Booky Cliffs. We had a wonderful  warm afternoon swimming in the river , watching some Red Rump Parrots feeding their young and sitting  late by the fire after a lovely morrocan lamb stew cooked in the camp oven. Nights like that make us want to just keep going.

The next morning we checked the BOM and it looked likely a storm was headed our way. The floodplain we had to cross to leave the campsite would be impassible with 5mm of rain and there was a 25% chance of 20mm , 50% chance of 10mm so we reluctantly  packed up and moved on to Robinvale for the night. All this reminded us why it might be nice to be home.