After a few phone calls to family, while Will ducked into the shop for dinner supplies, we took over the camp kitchen to relax, blog and cook a delicious Thai Red Curry. While we we're eating our dinner all the grey nomads came in to do their dishes and tell us we're "Mad" or that "You need a motor".... Does get a bit tiresome people, try to come up with something new! But they are otherwise nice, and give us good info for fishing (did they see my fishing rod hanging off my bike?), caravan parks and sights worth seeing.
We had a pretty early night, to make up for our late one with Rob, and had a good sleep. The Lincoln Parrots (the same as our WA Twenty Eights) woke up early and began chatting loudly to let us know the sun was up. Who bloody cares, guys? We finally got out of the tent about 8:30, and got started on the usual routine. No rush today, we only have around 45 kays to go.
The other pub in Tumby Bay.
The road out of town was very nice, past some older properties, the golf course, and an airport. Then we turned onto the Lincoln highway, for a short ride of only a few kays, until we could turn right onto the Coast road, which was, again, dirt, a bit longer, but no cars. This road had some good hills, it was firm and not too difficult to ride. We also saw our first Death Adder, which was alive but just sunning itself on the side of the road. Once we reached the top of our highest point, which was about 75mtrs, the view back towards where we had come from was fantastic. To our right were sand dunes and the ocean, behind us patchwork hills. This whole area is broad acre farming. Mostly sheep and wheat.
Just checking our location, easy to get disoriented in these wheat fields.
Lovely rolling hills and good hard road surface.
I've taken off for a run up, come on Betty.....
Ocean through the wheat. Very nice indeed.
Patchwork farmland for miles behind us.
We stayed on this road for around 24kms, then it came back out onto the highway, and we had to make a choice. Go the final 15kms on the highway, or turn right onto another dirt road for 16kms, with a few more hills. We decided we'd take the highway, with slightly smaller hills, and a half shoulder. It was pretty useless, as it was barely wide enough most of the time, and disappeared totally sometimes. Also, the White line had the lumpy rumble strip thing going on, so I rode on the road until i really had to move over. Luckily, there weren't many cars, so it was a pretty quick run to the turn off. We came screaming down a hill to turn into Port Neill, and turned straight into the wind, and up a hill. That stopped our glory run pretty quick. It also blew the flies off.
At the top of another little ripper.
Another check of the maps, we could go left and along the coast, but it is sandy 4wd tracks. Straight ahead then.
We decided flies like yellow more than orange......I washed this shirt, I promise.
What do you call that? That's not a shoulder, that's just a start.
A couple of kays, and we came to the beach and foreshore, complete with jetty, BBQ's, picnic tables, shelters and toilets. Not to mention the beautiful bay and white sandy beach. Very nice. So we parked up in the shelter out of the wind, and made some lunch. It was very relaxing, and we ended up sitting there for an hour and a half. Then made our way past the pub, yes, past it, to the caravan park. We got our spot sorted, and we'll have to go to the pub for dinner as the shop in town has already closed for the day.
The foreshore and the beautiful blue water.
Lunch shelter out of the wind.
Blogging and relaxing.
We had dinner at the pub, it was the usual grub, and it looked like they had new owners and staff, cause they didn't really know what was going on. The food was nice, and the pub is in a good spot, with nice views. We took a short walk around the block before heading back to vamp power and relax some more. Some lovely old homes that have been well cared for, and a few old shacks too.
The Port Neill pub, great spot, has more potential.
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