Thursday, 10/11 Pt Lincoln to Murphys Haystacks

We visit the woolshed, the wash tub, and the hay stacks

     Shirley made us coffee and we all ate cold cereal, the conversation from the night before continuing unabated, until finally as the 10 o'clock check-out time loomed, we exchanged email addresses, and went off our separate ways. We went into Port Lincoln to restock on food, water, ice and fish, and headed out of town.

     We stopped for lunch at a pull-off overlooking the small town of Coffin Bay, named after a friend of the explorer Flinders, and not for an overabundance of dead people. We snacked on crackers and pickled prawns, which didn't impress us too much.

     On the drive north along the west Eyre Peninsula coast we stopped to see some notable sights, bought fresh wood-fired bread at a self-serve roadside stand, and ended up at Murphy's Haystacks just about at sunset.

Woolshed cave along coast

Don't stand too near the edge of the cliff...

... and don't drive near the edge of the cliff, or...

... the sharks will get you!

Don't look now, Diana, but I think sharks can surf!!!

On firmer ground now, we see a nice agave grove

Bread in the Outback

     The isolated granite boulders, which an early settler thought looked like stacks of hay, gave them their name. They sit on a hill overlooking wheat fields newly mowed and now covered with sheep, a lovely bucolic view. The owner of the land drove up in an old ute to do his nightly janitor duties of the amenities. He reminded me of a laconic Sam Neill with a straw hat and gold front tooth. I walked over to pay the $4 to stay the night and remarked, “There's such a beautiful view up here, you can see such a long way.” He replied, “Yep, you can see as far as you can see”.

     We held off visiting the rocks until the morrow and I cooked dinner, garlic prawns, bread, and salad. With the stiff breeze and chilly evening we stayed in the LC for the night.