Next stop is Mt Gambier which main
attraction is its famous blue lake, formed in the basin of an
inactive old volcano. No swimming unfortunately as its the towns main
water supply. Not a bad spot for a bit of lunch though!
Eager to get some miles behind us whilst its cool, we leave Mt Gambier and head on up the coast through the Canunda national park stopping at Beachport, a bland little town which repeats the recipe of each town before it, with less charm. However, we head into the park to find a spot set up for the evening, being rite on the edge of the huge salt water Lake George we look for a place at the waters edge, no water to be found. We find ourselves in the strangest of landscapes, like a flat desert of salt dust. We are completely alone for what looks like miles around accompanied only by dry, tangly weed and a decaying kangaroo carcass. Interesting as it is, we don't fancy spending the night here, seclusion and privacy is nice for sure, but theres also something reassuring and comforting in at least being able to see other campers.
So we continue on to the next little town on the coast, Robe. Finally a place with some charm, the town centre is small, quaint with some colourful, quirky shops. We have a little drive around and find the towns lighthouse, less of a light house really and more of a pyramidal structure painted red and white, good photo opportunity. We drive on and down a remote dirt track, just down the coast from the towns little port we stumble upon the old jetty, secluded and sheltered from the wind its a beautiful spot and we instantly decide we'd like to stay here for a day or so. So we park rite there, privileged as we are, theres no excuse not to have a room with a view every night and we get just that. Taking a walk down the jetty that evening, chatting to a couple who are fishing (successfully, well they are German!) a seal pops his head out of the water and begins to show us his dandiest tricks, we'd never seen one so close, (I'd never seen one at all in person), so privileged to have such an intimate, private performance, no doubt he's learnt to play up for the fisher men to be rewarded with a piece of their bait!
Next stop is Mt Gambier which main
attraction is its famous blue lake, formed in the basin of an
inactive old volcano. No swimming unfortunately as its the towns main
water supply. Not a bad spot for a bit of lunch though!
Eager to get some miles behind us whilst its cool, we leave Mt Gambier and head on up the coast through the Canunda national park stopping at Beachport, a bland little town which repeats the recipe of each town before it, with less charm. However, we head into the park to find a spot set up for the evening, being rite on the edge of the huge salt water Lake George we look for a place at the waters edge, no water to be found. We find ourselves in the strangest of landscapes, like a flat desert of salt dust. We are completely alone for what looks like miles around accompanied only by dry, tangly weed and a decaying kangaroo carcass. Interesting as it is, we don't fancy spending the night here, seclusion and privacy is nice for sure, but theres also something reassuring and comforting in at least being able to see other campers.
So we continue on to the next little town on the coast, Robe. Finally a place with some charm, the town centre is small, quaint with some colourful, quirky shops. We have a little drive around and find the towns lighthouse, less of a light house really and more of a pyramidal structure painted red and white, good photo opportunity. We drive on and down a remote dirt track, just down the coast from the towns little port we stumble upon the old jetty, secluded and sheltered from the wind its a beautiful spot and we instantly decide we'd like to stay here for a day or so. So we park rite there, privileged as we are, theres no excuse not to have a room with a view every night and we get just that. Taking a walk down the jetty that evening, chatting to a couple who are fishing (successfully, well they are German!) a seal pops his head out of the water and begins to show us his dandiest tricks, we'd never seen one so close, (I'd never seen one at all in person), so privileged to have such an intimate, private performance, no doubt he's learnt to play up for the fisher men to be rewarded with a piece of their bait!
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