We woke up the next morning clearly in between storm fronts The ever present wind a reminder that more bad weather was on the way, but at least the sun was out. We headed for Walkers Rocks Campground, five kilometres north of Elliston. We managed to snag a sheltered spot in the lee of the dunes and settled in for the night.
It looks like the cliffs of the bight have finally given way to wide bays, long beaches and dunes. The next day we pushed on to Coffin Bay, the oyster capital of the known universe. We timed our run perfectly and pulled up outside HQ, THE oyster bar in Coffin Bay just on lunch. With views across the bay it was a perfect combination of the best seafood and a couple of Coronas to wash it down. We hadn’t decided on a camp for the night, so we headed into Coffin Bay National Park to chance our arm. A quick look on Google Maps, and Yangie Bay was at least on the sheltered side. We didn’t book a site as we figured, this time of year…….
Of course the campground was completely deserted so we awarded ourselves the site closest to the water. On the second night, we had just set a fire with a pineapple cake in the camp oven when a convoy of grey nomads drove into the campground. Of the five sites that they HAD booked, one was ours. Caught red handed. Nothing else to do but mea culpa, and move away from our bay side site, up the hill to a somewhat less salubrious abode.
I must admit, I’ve developed a soft spot for pelicans in my travels. They don’t pop up that often, but they’re so calm, so dignified, so….inscrutable. So, not that often, I like to post a pic or two.
We tried a couple of oyster sheds the next morning, but they were still out on the boats. But even the local takeaway were shucking oysters behind the counter so for only $19.00 a dozen, we had to buy two trays. Our respite from the storm clouds was however coming to end and we were chased all the way to Port Lincoln.
