Wallaroo, South Australia.

It was time to move on to our next destination and say goodbye to Innes National Park.  Packed up ready to go , weather clearing up and a pleasure to drive in.  The road travelled took us back through Warooka and on to the west side of the Yorke Peninsula as we headed north passing through quaint small sea port fishing towns that also relied heavily on their wheat industries including Minlaton, Port Victoria where we stopped and walked down the jetty to stretch, walk, take in some fresh air and spoke to keen fishermen and women casting lines in anticipation of a catch before heading on to Kadina to do the grocery shopping and finally arriving at Wallaroo for two nights.

We stayed at Wallaroo North Beach Caravan Park which rested on the foreshore.  It was pretty gusty and with  the van pitched for the stay, I took  no time to strip the sheets off the bed, prepared the washing and headed straight for the laundry.  Van tidied up inside we planned the next day's adventure.  Daniel took time to prepare himself for a couple of hours fishing from the Wallaroo Jetty for that night and I had planned to take care of mail, emails, receipts and some documenting. 

It was arranged that I was to pick Daniel up from the Jetty around 9:00pm.  It was a clear dark night with a huge bright white full moon showering the jetty with its light fantastic.  Walking along the jetty there were lots of people, all with one common goal, to bring in a catch.  There were elderly folk seated in the fold up chairs that they'd brought with them, the master professional who brought his ultimate tow buggy to wheel his catch home, if lucky enough! Kids, big and small running and laughing, weaving in and out between their parents who were concentrating on watching the movement of their rods.  I found Daniel who was a little disappointed that there would be no catch for the next night's dinner but the sorrow was shortlived when we got back to base and downed a few mighty reds with a little selection of cheeses and fruit, Voila!

On Sunday morning we got on the bikes headed back out on to the highway and rode into the town centre.  We rode along the foreshore and investigated some of the older city's architecture including the old railway station which was now the town's library.  Some of the buildings were over a hundred years old and still maintained their rare beauty of limestone.  We headed out to the opposite side of the City where we almost made it out to the tip of the cape but then stopped by a 'Private Property' sign.  Time for a coffee in the main shopping strip and then check out the real estate in the area.

Our return trip took about two hours and we had head winds in both directions as the weather changed frequently during the morning.  We decided on taking the return run through the new housing estate. 'Copper Cove Marina'.  Most of the homes backed onto the marina and had their own private jetties.  The estate was huge and would only get larger in the years to come as the population in the area grew.

We also took a drive a little further into the North Beach district, which was perhaps the original seaside holiday place about 20 years ago.  Most of the houses had a more seaside cottage appeal.  You could actually visualize how busy this place could get during the summer vacation.  Wallaroo is only about a two hour drive from Adelaide and where we were access to the beach was from anywhere on foot, no car required.  It was lovely, fresh and very affordable in terms of a holiday place to call home and get away.

The day came to a close and we were both exhausted.  The ride challenged us, the wind in our faces the whole time, the place was lovely and incredible to see such a small town beachside dominated by huge silos in the background or foreground, depending which angle you were looking from, viewing the old and the new alongside each other but I was just so happy that my laundry was done, clean and we were ready to move on the next day.