Coffin Bay Port Lincoln

We travelled further down the Flinders highway to Coffin Bay. Just like the trip from Streaky Bay to Elliston, Elliston to Coffin Bay had little of anything along the way. We arrived in Coffin Bay early afternoon and headed straight for the national park for another bush camp. We were lucky and found an excellently located camp right on the bay. The national park is picturesque with again plenty of emus, roos and rabbits to watch out for.

We headed into town for something to eat and a look around. This is the town of the weekenders. Lovely houses hugging the bay with beautiful waterfront views. It is a pretty seaside town and I think a step up from Streaky Bay. Needs a few more shops though.

Three days bush camping does wonders for your hair

Little girl lost at Coffin Bay

We headed back into the national park for a swim in the Southern ocean. The water was icy and had that clear turquoise polar colour about it. It was very refreshing. After dinner by the bay in town, we had a relatively early night.

The next day we headed into Port Lincoln. It had a lovely foreshore aspect to it. The main thoroughfare along the water reminded me a little of Manly wharf. We checked out the scenic lookout, drove around the well to do areas of the tuna barons and looked around the marina.

After lunch we visited a boat museum and then did a foreshore walk out to the bulk grain handling wharf where wheat/grain from the thousands of acres we have driven by in this state are harvested, transported and loaded into cargo ships and exported overseas. Port Lincoln is a deep water port so it is a major industry for the city. They also have a statue of Mycabe Diva prominently placed in the park on the foreshore. The connection is the owner comes from Port Lincoln. A fishermans wharf central market/eatery at the marina, and a large leagues club in the town centre would set this town alight.

Fiona enjoys a coffee from Rogue and Rascall that she thought was equal to her local Beecroft coffee haunt Longshots.

Master Andrew surveying the port

After dinner in the northern hotel and some oysters Kilpatrick, we headed back to our home base at Coffin Bay. As usual, heading through a national park at dusk is a nervous experience with emus, roos and rabbits competing with each other to see how many of them can be run over by throwing themselves at your car.

Well as the folks from Coffin Bay say - Oyster la vista baby.

Next stop, Whyalla