Whyalla

Whyalla

We headed out in the morning from Coffin Bay to Port Lincoln. We planned to visit our friends at the Port Lincoln Baptist church but it seems once a month they worship at another  satellite location which happened to be today. So we continued up the east coast of the Eyre Peninsula. We stopped in at Tumby Bay which was very nice,  Arno Bay and Cowell, which were a bit average and arrived at Whyalla late afternoon. We checked into a caravan park with electricity and showers which was a big thing after 3 nights of bush camping.

After dinner, we checked out town which I thought was quite pleasant. It had nice wide streets and the foreshore area where the caravan park was was impressive.

The next day was blowing a gale from the moment we woke up. In the morning we did a tour of the Whyalla steelworks.

 After lunch, we headed to the Whyalla public library for a big schoolwork session for Georgia and Andrew. A funny moment at my expense occurred here. Technology and technology based conversations are not my strong suit. Fiona sent me up to get a wifi code so we could use the library’s internet connections. The lady was asking all kinds of information, wanting me to fill out forms , sent me out to get my id, checked my id against the form, entered it into a computer etc. I was thinking at this point I could have done what I needed to do three times over by the time you finish with me. Anyway when I returned, apparently I had become a member of all public libraries in South Australia. This was a source of great mirth for Fiona, Georgia and even Andrew. They wanted to know had I also joined the Whyalla Steelworks Association as well. No doubt they will get some mileage out of this, but I will instantly produce my SA library card as a sign of authority next time they annoy me.

After finishing at the library, we headed off to some of the lookouts over Whyalla. If anything the gale force winds became even stronger. 

Finally we gave up and headed home for an early dinner and bunkered in for the night. The winds continued to howl well into the early hours of the morning. By breakfast time it had blown itself out and the weather was perfect. Pity we were leaving. Andrew Burton joined me for a pre breakfast run along the beach.

Next stop Moonta Yorke Peninsula