I must have displeased the gods last week with my smug self righteousness about all the sleep I was getting. Because this week they tried to blow us off a cliff in the middle of the night. Apart from that, a pretty uneventful week of beaches, oysters, prosecco, crab fishing, sand dunes, 4WDing. Same old, same old. Oh and we got the kids as hooked on Survivor as we have always been. Score.

Quite the adventure

We pulled up at Greenly Beach (on the western side of the Eyre Peninsula) late in the day and couldn’t believe our luck at finding a free camping spot all to ourselves with such a spectacular view. We set up in the place high on the cliff that would maximise instagrammable footage for future showing offing, and settled in for sunset, prosecco and some ridiculously cheap oysters we had picked up in Coffin Bay. We watched Survivor under the stars and went to bed to the sounds of massive waves crashing far below.

We didn’t get to sleep. The wind picked up and we (hubby) tied down all bits of the Shack that were flapping madly. The wind picked up some more and the whole Shack was shuddering wildly. The wind picked up some more and at 12.45am we called it, got the kids into the car and packed up the Shack in the howling wind. It was quite eerie and surreal under the bright light of a full moon, on the side of a cliff.

We skedaddled the hell out of there. There was no internet but our trusty HEMA map directed us to a nearby rest area (far away from the cliff). By 1.30am we had set up the Shack again and the kids slept soundly. The hubby and I were covered in cliff dust from our packing up in the howling wind efforts and dozed restlessly hoping we were not in the side of the highway -serial killer part of South Australia.

We woke up in a truck stop and the grey nomads parked next to us were quite relieved to discover that all the noise they had heard at 1am was just a boofhead family. Apparently at 1am when we arrived they too had thought they may have ventured into serial killer territory. Relief all around.

Same old, same old

We have been in South Australia for three weeks and have only really managed to just skirt the edges so far. But the SA coast is continuing to deliver all sorts of picturesque, beach-y, wine-y, nature-y, seafood-y, 4WD-y goodness.

Now I don’t want any more hubris induced revenge to be cast upon us so I will refrain from too much smug description of our delightful week. The pics speak for themselves.

Oh – and there has been just a bit of this

And some of this…

We are making the most of our last week of coastal goodness. Next week we head to Coober Pedy and into the red centre. We won’t see the ocean again for weeks, maybe months. Much seafood guzzling required tonight.