...Now To Make Some Ground

Now to make some ground, previously in a friends Landcruiser we have done the York Peninsula, we did stop in at Port Germain but didn’t stay so this seemed to be a good option.

 First off before bailing off from Adelaide we met up with Norm for a coffee at the Café in our camp ground, we met Norm at the VARSTy Ural gathering at Healesville and is an old hand at Urals so a wealth of information and a good bastard as well, actually somehow…and I can’t remember Sue (Norms good lady) gave us a cork, we decided it would look good on Скиппи…so it is mounted on the front. 

Heading off again it was easy to navigate through Adelaide but like every city it is a long time to get out of it, I am very happy to say that with the oil cooler onboard now Скиппи was coffing and farting like she was due to heat even tho the Adelaide day was hotter.

Taking the B roads and some other dodgy back roads we arrived all in good time to have a leg stretch out on the 1.6 km long jetty.

A good nights sleep and we were away to Port Augusta and beyond ending up in Whayalla for a coupla nights as Ellen needed to get some work done.

Whayalla is famous for its circular jetty which look great lit up at night, I did some fishing but to no avail we had chops instead.

 While in Whayalla…UDF, this time a dude rocks up and says a mate of his just bought one of these things…it’s 2wd, I said yeap same as this, he it has reverse too, again, yeap me too so he rings his mate and they organize to come to the park we were staying at….Uralchatter again.

Ellens work partly done we decided to rip inland a bit to a place called Kimba which is on the main western trunk line to the Nullabor.

It was as well we had bought some food as the town was closed….so NO supplies whatsoever, we had enough but not enough for another day which meant we moved on and went further down to the coast again, we had planned a bush camp stop but we pulled in to Port Neill which got our attention, very nice place and Ellen set done to do more work. 

Again I tried fishing and with only minimal luck, only one decent fish was pulled up for the day.

I got chatting with some locals and they convinced us to go through Cummins, the town that won an international award for the flashed dunny and they have a mint café.

Taking good local advice we made our way through to Cummins via a bad condition gravel road, we let our tires down to 16 PSI in order to combat the rough road which meant we didn’t lose any fillings. 

Some corrugations big enough that we were forced down to first gear at snail pace.