Playing Catch-up With Myself: October ... Destination: Yorke Peninsula

We'd wanted to do a road trip for a long time, but with it being so difficult to rationalize taking accommodation where you're almost certain to catch the plague (or SARS-Cov 2, which is just harder to type), we decided to make it a day-trip. This has become our rule, though it's a rule we intend to break when the van has been fully refurbished: van camping is firmly on the agenda. But for now ... it's day-trips, as far as you can go by getting on the road at 5:00am and not getting home till about ten at night. So --

Destination Yorke Peninsula. 

Not that we haven't been there before (we have), but it had been a long time, and the Yorke is different enough to make it attractive. We do travel around a lot, between Burra and Clare Valley, to the tip of the Fleurieu Peninsula, as far east as Tintinara and points on the Coorong; and past a certain point, you've been everywhere so often, the idea of going again gets a bit "meh."

So: pack the day before, load the car at 5:00am and get out of Dodge as soon as you're functional. Point the car due north, hang a left onto the Copper Coast Highway, just beyond Port Wakefield, then -- go exploring. The Yorke is a nice place; a lot of people are clearly deciding it's a great place to live, because there are new housing developments everywhere you look. Moonta, Walleroo and so on are turning into yuppie suburbs, with expensive houses and marinas. O...kay. Perhaps people are retiring over there? Because it's difficult to see how so many people would find enough work in the rural centres to pay today's kind of mortgage.

But we were only there for the day, and the weather was great for a change...

It was a great trip, and in lieu of staying overnight somewhere, the day-trip is a happy compromise. But I'm looking forward very much to the van camping, I will admit. The freedom of being able to go out for two or three days is seductive. So the van is going in for service work very soon, and then -- as I write this Catch-up post in early February -- the plan is to head for Mount Gambier. This is going to be very cool, since we haven't been there in ten years or so. So long, I can't really remember when we did that last trip!

We had bacon and egg for brekkie in Port Wakefield, picnicked for lunch at a place with a table on a cliff, set among fields of wild gazania, and stopped for a good-sized snack on the river at Port Wakefield just as the sun was going down. From Port Wakefield to home is about 90 minutes, so we were in good time, and we came home with some nice pictures.