Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Streaky Bay - the male perspective

Streaky Bay

After an early morning run, we left Wudinna around 10am. On the road I was giving my usual caravan salute (which I have refined to a lifting of the 4 fingers of the left hand from the steering wheel) to passing fellow caravaners. However, I noticed in this region, that the cars, buses, trucks and pedestrians  would acknowledge you with a wave or verbally, while we were driving or running or walking in town. It is really quite tiring acknowledging everyone. What is wrong with these people!!

We arrived in Streaky Bay about midday , hit the visitors information centre and settled into the caravan park right on the bay for a couple of nights.  I have to say we are becoming a well oiled machine in setting up the van. The kids are a great help and I backed the van into a pretty confined spot with only 2 attempts.

After lunch, we strolled around the headland into town to check it out. Fiona needed a coffee. Neil and Valdis from Sydney Trains, I checked out the local golf club for you. I was looking at what I thought was a bunker only to discover it was the green. The putting green was made of white sand, but this is better than Peterborough where the green was black sand. I hope the annual member’s fees are appropriately priced. The kids had a ride at the skate park and we then headed back for a siesta.


Late afternoon I we were talking with our new best friends and neighbours John and Moira from Bunbury WA and they were filling us in on the best seafood up and down the peninsula. Again we are always meeting and talking to people about where they have been or headed, what they are doing or where the good spots are etc  whether next to you at a site, in the camp kitchen, on the beach or in town.
The main beach was north facing and at low tide.  So Georgia, Andrew and I headed out in our cossies with a tennis ball. We went out several hundred metres past the sandbars into blood warm water about a foot deep and in their own words had the “best fun”. I must admit it was nice just lazing in the bay that far out or madly chasing after a tennis ball. It was a lovely view back to the beach and I won the handicapped sprint back to shore with a late surge past a determined Georgia, who tried to tackle me. A steward’s inquiry would have taken a dim view of her actions.  She is very competitive. I wonder where she gets that from. Andrew languished behind in third/last place.

After dinner we headed into town and walked out on the jetty to a glorious sunset.

The next morning we were busy with the kids doing schoolwork and washing some clothes. After lunch we went for a couple of tourist drives around the headlands that were interesting. The most eye catching was “The Granites” a series of coastal granite rock formations, rock pools and we saw a group of porpoises frolicking right off the granite boulders. Returning home it was time for another go of water football past the sandbars , dinner and a quiet night.

Final assessment of Streaky Bay - it was a battle of aesthetics. It is a pretty but little seaside town that had plenty to offer itself and its impressive surrounding headlands. However, it pales in comparison when coming up against the natural beauty of the females of the Burton caravaning expedition. 
Next stop, heading south to Elliston


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