SUNDAY 18 APRIL CEDUNA TO FOWLERS BAY 145kms
The final pack up and departure from the caravan park was straight forward.
We refuelled in Ceduna, again, having managed to clock up 401kms in our explorations and jaunts around town. Diesel was still 96cpl.
Today’s was not a long drive – only 145kms of towing. We set out on Highway 1, westwards. Passed through the “windmill township” of Penong, without stopping. Just west of Bookabie – a general location rather than a specific settlement – turned to the south, onto a road that led to Fowlers Bay. This was an unsealed but firm road – mostly pretty reasonable to travel on. There was about 30kms of it, before we reached the village.
The country we passed through was pretty flat and uninteresting – grain farms alternating with scrubby sections. More of these as we got closer to the coast. The few low trees were stunted and wind shaped, pointing inland. As we neared the coast, distant, high sand dunes appeared. By the time we reached the little township, these bare dunes loomed over the far edge of the town, leading us to wonder how long it would be before the settlement was engulfed by shifting sands.
We booked into the small caravan park, initially for one night, which cost $17. We really wanted to check the place out before committing to any longer stay. When we did eventually extend, it was $16 a night.
The park was a bit basic, but ok. It was right by the waterfront, by a jetty that extended some way out to sea.
After set up and lunch, went for a walk, firstly out on the jetty, then along the beach front. There was a lot of accumulated weed on the beach, so we walked in flattened tracks made by quad bikes. It seemed that quite a few people had these, here.
Fowlers Bay was an interesting little place. Once, it would have been a small port for the surrounding farm country – the fairly long jetty attested to that. Now, there was only a handful of people there.
At the front of the caravan park was a small kiosk/store, and that was the extent of commerce here.
The village was a couple of blocks deep, extending back from along the shore. The looming sand dunes were already mentioned.
The two main access roads, both unsealed, pass by, or over, salt lake areas.
Our mud map, and information, indicated that the main fishing – apart from off the jetty – was to be had at Scotts Beach, to the west, and – a bit further on from that – at the beach by a conical offshore rock formation known as Mexican Hat. One must follow tracks that skirted the big dune area, to reach these.
John let some air out of Truck tyres, in preparation for driving on sandy areas.
We went for a drive to Scotts Beach and Mexican Hat, being careful on the harder access roads because of the flatter tyres. There was some guess work involved in trying to reach the happy medium in tyre pressures, due to the differing surfaces.
There were people fishing at Scotts Beach, which was apparently a salmon fishing beach.
All we did this afternoon was to check out what the area had to offer.
After tea, John had a phone conversation with his travelling cousin, M. They were at Kalbarri, so quite some way ahead of us.