It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down in torrents. And
there were wolves on the mountain.
Naa, more along the
line: It was a dark and stormy night. The condensation dripped from
the bivi tent in torrents. And there were Roos on the hill.
The night was pretty
chilly and windy, considering all things, and I woke up about five
times just due to being cold. My sleeping bag is just a bit to short
for me, so I'll see how I end up with it. After packing everything up
I made a mental checklist of what I needed and continued on to the
next large town with a supermarket. Being Australia that can be quiet
a distance away. I drove through an area named the German Flat and
wondered as to how that got it's name. Once I got there, I saw why.
Dozens of windmills, all plastered along the coastline.
I reached a town called
Millicent and did my shopping in Woolworths. Bought a heap of Baked
Beans and other canned stuff. Also some fire lighters and an apple for
breakfast.Got a road map of Australia, with a few off-road tracks
shown in it, too. After re-fuelling I drove towards Beachport. On the
way there I saw some indications that you can drive on the beaches,
but only with 4WD. As my car has got power to all wheels I thought
I'd just give it a go and a few moments later I was cruising along
the beach instead of the main road. A few minutes later I was bogged
in deep sand with the tide coming in just a few metres away.
Shitshitshitshitshit.
Let down the tire
pressure to about 20PSI and wouldn't come out. Dug out the wheels,
wouldn't come free. At about that time a local surfer who had seen me
came along and helped to get it out. In the end we dropped the
pressure down to about 10PSI and dug out even more sand than before.
Reversed out at high speed, did a U-turn and drove the surfer back to
his car. If he hadn't had to go to a basketball game of his kid I
would have brought him a beer. After saying many thanks and getting
the tire pressure back up I carried on along the main road to
Beachport and had a brilliant scenic drive along the coastline.
Stopped at a rock called the Post Office Rock and had a climb around
it. Carried on towards Robe after that and the temperatures were
rising. Considering Robe is a beach resort town it was surprisingly
empty on the roads getting there, even if it was the weekend. Hot and
empty I was happy to have lots of water with me. In Robe I had lunch
at a bakery and enjoyed a cool drink before heading of to Kingston
SE. Once again empty road. Driving at 80km/h I only met a few people
on the Princes highway. Went to a beach somewhere between vineyards
and had a swim. Tons of cobwebs were coming in somewhere from out at
sea with baby spiders on them, so I got back to the car as soon as I
could. Carrying on along the highway it was the same as before: long,
hot and empty. The Outback is even more desolate, thought. After
checking in on a free camp site near some stones sticking out of the
water called the Granites, and finding out it was all concrete so I
couldn't pitch a tent I carried on to the next camp site in the
Coorong National Park. The 32 mile camp site was no where to be
found, not on the internet and not at the actual place it was
supposed to be. Only a beach acces road which I had a go at and
failed to get up the last ramp of sand. Getting there I met two emus,
a stubby locking lizard and a deer hoped out five metres in front of
the car. The deer surprised me, would have thought of kangaroos, but
not deer.
After getting back on
the main highway I carried on to the next camp site, labelled 42 mile
camp. After failing to book online and them not taking the phone to
pay the fee I just went in and put up my tent. I am not going to be
driving in the dark unless it is absolutely necessary. Walked 1,8km
to the beach with the fishing gear on the back, hoping for some free
dinner. The beach was filled with fishermen and a family of them
(Grandad, Son, Grandson) invited me over for a beer. Had a good
dinner, fun chat and some exitment when a massive something hooked up
on one of the lines in the middle of the night (which broke the line
in the end). In the end one of the guys drove me back and we packed
up my stuff and I followed him back. It's different when you have
someone with a 4WD and a tow rope with you than being on your own.
Built up my camp near theirs and had a few more beers and a stingray
on the line before heading of to bed with the ocean just a bit away.
Total Distance: 518km
Wow. What an adventure. Did more or less the same thing as you at your age, but people kept shooting at me.
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