50 kms East of Nullabor Roadhouse

Yesterday as we were leaving the Bauer Peninsula we realised how much new housing there is at Streaky Bay. It is a beautiful bay with a compact  and useful business area only 7 hours from Adelaide and 1 hour south east of Ceduna. It looks as if it has been discovered as a retirement mecca especially because of the fishing. We drove into Ceduna and made it to the bakery just before 12md in order to buy their second last loaf of fresh bread to go with our oysters. The men filled up with diesel while Maria and I went to the visitor centre to post the blogs that I had forgotten in Port Augusta.
We then rejoined the Ere Hway for a while but decided to digress again. Bob and I have noticed the turn off to Fowlers Bay each time we have driven across and commented that it would be nice to explore one day. Since Maria and Roland were interested we decided this was the day. Fowlers Bay is smaller than Streaky and not so attractively located. There are magnificent white sand hills backing one side of the bay but the community is hemmed in by fairly extensive salt pans. However it has the distinction of having the oldest settlementin this region. It was origionally a whaling port and was notorious with the early explorers for the remains of whale carcasses littering the bay. It was taken up as sheep grazing holdings and became the easten most port  in SA.  There was a Police post with one constable. At one time the mail between Fowlers Bay ( brought by ship) and Eucla was delivered by an Anoriginal man on foot.It said so on the story boards by the waterfront. This was also a major resource place for Eyre in his explorations. Well worth a visit but we decided not to stay. We had eaten our oysters for lunch as planned at Penong and they were delicious. Maria even tackled some Kilpatrick which the Oyster Bar chef had prepared and grilled for her and packed in a polystyrene box. Roland was in heaven.
We flashed through Nundroo having stopped at this unattractive roadhouse before and made camp at the back of a parking bay well on the way to Nullabor Roadhouse. We used a track to locate ourselves about 400 metres back from the road and had delicious BBQed King George Whiting dinner.
The road trains were increadibly noisy in the otherwise silent countryside but  I slept well regardless.