Deep Creek Conservation Park

Ooops, we're sufficiently late going to breakfast that we're crossing the railway at the same time as the first train to Victor. It's the Brill railcar today pulling some other vintage railstock.

Another fine breakfast at Cockles.

On the way back to the shack we took a walk down to Horseshoe Bay. This is me letting breakky go down.

Today's journey is to Deep Creek Conservation Park. Before leaving, we stopped at the "Roundabout Cafe" to get a picnic lunch. They were a little busy but very slow. Anyhow, the sandwich was satisfactory.

The drive to the park was through some of the same route we took from Yankalilla. There are still quite a few trees and bits of greenery on the roads after the weekend's storms, but nothing to impede our progress.

Based on what I learned from the park's web site, we headed directly for the TapaNapa lookout, for the most spectacular views of the coast. These kangaroos have a very classy outlook, with their own rainbow.

At the end of the road we had a bit of a look around, expecting to find a picnic table or similar; no luck there, so off for a bit of a walk to see where else we can sit to scoff our lunch. It got very cold and very windy, so we headed back to the car, expecting a big downpour; however, the rain missed us while we had our sangers.

The image below is the outlook from the carpark looking in the general direction of Cape Jervis and on to Kangaroo Island (faintly visible in the distance).

Looking east the rugged coastline can be seen. Note kangaroos again!

Gee, you've made a mess on the car. It's supposed to be black.

From the TapaNapa area we headed for the Stringybark campground. This is one of a couple of cheeky robins here to greet us

This was my favourite part of the park; I liked the taller trees and the reduced wind. There's a whole bunch of camp sites here if you're crazy enough to want to stay overnight.

I believe these are very well trained cows, who stand in a very orderly queue when it's milking time.

On the way home we detoured past Waitpinga and Parsons beaches just to have a look. Not a soul to be seen.