Jetty Tour Day 11 - Moonta Bay to Port Rickaby

Port Victoria

After three excellent days at Moonta Bay Caravan Park, it was time to move again. One hiccup was our failure to do a thorough final check which resulted in us driving away and leaving our wheel chocks behind!

From the Bay, we traveled the few kilometres back into Moonta and a coffee break and last walk about. Lovely place and one we'll return to.

About 25 minutes to the south we stopped in Maitland at the information centre and for once, we gave out more information than we took in. The staff member was looking for a new January activity for her family and another family they travel with so we suggested Tamworth and in the course of the next half hour, she was committed to coming and recording information from us. Destination Tamworth, you can forward the royalties later.

Fountain donated by
the first mayor of Moonta

From Maitland, we headed south west to the coast again and Port Victoria. Another nice little town on the western edge of the Yorkie, with the Spencer Gulf as its main feature, it has a pub, a wharf/jetty/pier and a small museum down at the water's edge. One graphic that impressed me was a description of the windjammer ship the Pamir. It related it vital measurement to things which could be seen by anyone reading the sign i.e. the main masts were twice the height of the pine trees that could be seen in the main street. Very effective. One of the photos in today's lot shows the complete sign.

We had lunch in the van, overlooking the wharf. What can I say. We understand how blessed we are.

During the afternoon we went back to the Spencer Highway which runs down the spine of the Yorkie, as far as Minlaton and then back out to the coast to our campsite for the next two nights at Port Rickaby. Another tiny village that has grown in recent years as holiday makers from Adelaide have bought land and built weekenders here. The caravan park is right at the wharf, green grassed sites and friendly folks in charge.

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The loss of our chocks became apparent and their import more so, when we tried to set up on a sloped sight. The handbrake could hold the an when I released it from the tow ball and it promptly butted the rear bumper of the car. No one swore. Sorry. No one is admitting they swore. We loaded the van back onto the tow ball and got ourselves relocated to a flat sight and then drove into Minlaton and bought some new chocks.

A very strong westerly blowing, which wears you out just standing in it. Some nice walks to do tomorrow bu disappointingly, not able to unleash the bikes yet.