Port Lincoln

Today was worse weather than yesterday. It was however nice to wake up to our awning area, walls included to have a breakfast outside - but within the awning and out of the wind. The first time fully enclosed on the trip.

The plan was to go to Port Lincoln, have a look around and see if I could get on a Tuna charter for tomorrow, that wasn't going to happen in this weather, plus it's the end of the season for tuna, most of them have moved to the east coast of Tasmania. We looked around and whilst a small town, quite nice. Coffees on the foreshore, photos by Makabe Diva statue, a drive around the tuna fishing docks & a walk up the main street, and Port Lincoln was done.

I was a bit depressed about missing the tuna charter, so I called ahead to Arno Bay to make sure I got on a snapper one up there, which is, like the tuna one, something I have looked forward to for a long time.  You guessed it, it is out of season and all of the guys that do it are back in their trades for the winter or doing maintenance so it was a no go. 

I can't believe it, my Barra in Karumba didn't happen because I was a month late and the tides we're too high, my big dew fish in Darwin fizzled because of bad weather, my GT, Sampson Fish & Spaniards in Exmouth folded due to a need to book months in advance, now these two let downs....not happy!!

Back at camp a small tornado has been through and decimated the awning room bending a couple of poles. It's still blowing a gale and raining so we opt to take it down and hold up in the camp kitchen. Not ideal but things are never perfect....the van is all good, but we can't cook in the rain. Nat said we need a caravan, I sub consciously agreed but said we are campers not caravaners, & this was the first time in nearly 70 stops that we'd even thought about it. Not too many caravans in a lot of the places we've been......

After kicking stones all afternoon I started to think that due to a couple of big days in the saddle across the Nullarbor, & after the Arno Bay & Port Lincoln charter flops, we have a spare week up our sleeves....so we decided we would go and see the rock. At the end of the day when we get to Port Augusta we are only 1200k's away, and we won't be that close again for a long time so as we always have & will always do, when an opportunity presents itself...

It will be good for the boys to see it and the weather forecast is magic for Sunday so we should see if in all it's glory, and I will climb the bugger too!!!!

Early rise and aim for Coober Pedy tomorrow. Pumped again.....

Jase