Day 4 - Adelaide to Kingston SE
finally, we made it to a wine-growing region while they were still prepared
to flog us the stuff. After a leisurely tasting session, a case of
the product of the very friendly Lake Breeze winery was somehow squeezed
onto the boot.
We then paused at a pink lake. A very dry lake, and a very white
pink. Click here for another picture,
and a closer view of why it's pink.
The first of the Lake Breeze bottles was demolished during a picnic by the Coorong, loooking out over the Younghusband peninsula. Mark decided to get a bit closer to the Younghusband by doing a bit of plodging, and managed to find every razor-sharp rock in the area to park his plates on.
A longish drive along straight roads full of loads of bugger all took us to the other end of the Younghusband, with its huge and spectacular sand dunes. So we decided to take a walk on them. Mistake. The main route to the dunes doubled as a track for 4x4s, where the vegetation had been worn away leaving a long upward gradient of extremely soft sand. It was, shall we say, somewhat heavy going. Rupert, David and Mark scrambled up the banks to find the firmer sands higher up, but Patrick (no doubt due to his greater mass-to-footprint ratio), was sinking into the silica with every single step, and looked in danger of conking out altogether. Still, we got some nice views of the dunes, and the sea.
we found a place called Kingston. It had a bypass. And a very
large fibreglass lobster. The fibreglass lobster had a motel attached
to it with the last two unocccupied rooms in the area, so we ground to
a halt and sampled the local seafood (which, as was becoming tradition,
took an age to get served, but was really very good).