Day 4

Aim for today is to continue heading west and find a nice campsite.

We packed up and left Point Sinclair camp about 9ish, then quickly popped in to check out Cactus Beach, nearby. Pity I don't surf, as the morning waves looked particularly surfy (excuse my inadequate surfing lingo).

We moved on towards Fowlers Bay via as much dirt roads as we could find. Chadinga Conservation Reserve offered a few potential camps with fire wood, but at 11am that was pointless for us.

We arrived back onto the Eyre Highway at Bookabie then drove 200m to our next dirt road turn off for Fowlers Bay.

Lunch was had in Fowlers Bay. Not a lot else going on here other than a few bored holiday makers in the cafeteria of the caravan park who constantly stared at us. Had they not seen a motorised vehicle before?

Next we made tracks for Wahgunyah Conservation Reserve to try and find a camp by the beach and spend the late afternoon relaxing and fishing (don't both of those go hand in hand?). The plan was to follow a track that lead along the coast behind the dunes.

We kept getting delayed by trying to stop and photograph the Port Lincoln parrots, but by the time I've stopped the car they have flown off 500m away from the road!

We pushed on into the Wahgunyah Reserve. Mallee scrub, heathland scrub, sand dunes, ocean cliffs... This place was pretty damn scenic. Only problem was that the campsites were few and far between, and none in our vicinity would allow access onto the beach for fishing.

We pushed on past 3pm. 4pm. Eventually at 4:30 it was decided to make a camp on a flattish piece of dune next to the track because it was clear the other campsites in the reserve were too far away. No point moving the car off the track because there were no signs that anyone had driven this track for a while.

The plan was made to backtrack in the morning. I was concerned that we were too remote for just the two of us. But the camp and the environment was pretty darn spectacular, nonetheless. 

At dusk we were treated to a few pairs of Major Mitchell cockatoos flying back to their hollows. None of our photos were all that great.

After dinner, after sunset, we hit the hay... again at 7pm.  The wind eased off overnight and the peace was immense.