30th March - 2nd April

Port Lincoln, now here is a parking nightmare when you have a rig as long as ours . We needed to visit the Info Centre to purchase a National Parks Pass and Camping Permit, but the Centre is in the town center and offers next to no parking. After finding a space we walk 4 blocks to the Info Centre along a really picturesque foreshore lined with shops, bars and cafés. Still hankering for a bush camp, Port Lincoln is not on our radar, however, theLincoln NP just 40klm distant is a definite.

Pass bought, pantry restocked, life's necessities of wine and beer stocked and we are off. We enter the NP and, and we are still on sealed road, this is devastating, every Jayco owner in the area will come in here. After 22klm into the NP we come to the main campsites turnoff, still sealed, but a further 200 metres past the turnoff the gravel begins. Our destination is a further 7klm to Fishermans Point where we find a campground with only three other vans in residence. A vacant site sits atop the cliffs overlooking a kilometre wide bay with a lovely beach beginning just below us . Facing almost due north and high enough for views of both sunrise and sunset, this place is us!

Late in the day Ben and Jan turned up on our beach whilst we were chatting to one of the other campers as he pulled his boat out. They had pulled into the main campsite, being Jayco owners and all, but figured we would have chosen one of the more remote sites. Over the next days we didn't catch up with them again as Jan had dropped her phone in the washing up water and fried it. We did have a social stay though with two really nice couples from Gerringong NSW with whom we shared some Happy Hours, and also the fruits of their fishing adventures in their tinnies.....some fresh King George Whiting fillets which they fried up for drinks, some calamari fresh caught that day and then a large Blue Swimmer Crab still hot from the pot! We were spoiled.

A trip out of Lincoln NP to head south west to Fishery Bay, the regions noted surf beach proved a little disappointing for Roscoe as the ocean was like a lake, though the headlands and coves were beautiful . Also of note on this journey was the Sleaford Mere, a large salt lake occasionally open to the ocean. We had a panoramic view of the lake as we drove over the hilltop from Fishery Bay.

Around this misshapen peninsula are numerous bay, coves, headlands, beaches all accessed by 4WD tracks of varying difficulty. We explored most of those on the north and east facing coasts. At Maclaren Point we parked the Patrol on a rock outcrop between two beaches and set ourselves up to fish for a while. Evi caught a small flathead almost immediately and promised a good session, though not to be, however, it was a relaxing and enjoyable hour sitting on the sloping rock with small waves running below us towards the beach, and no other person around.

We fished several times here for King George Whiting, Australian Salmon and Squid but to no avail. Like the rest of our journey, you need to have a boat to get to the deeper waters for consistent fish.

Nights were spent outside on our recliner chairs, feet up on stools, whiskey in hand, and we watched the heavens as they unfolded post sunset with planets, stars, the magnificent Milky Way, satellites and shooting stars. Every the soft sound of small waves breaking upon the sands below and the occasional seabird calling. Both sunrise and sunset were spectacular as the photos testify.