Fowlers Bay: Attack of the Dunes

We continued up the west coast of the Eyre Peninsula, dropping into Perlubie Beach, not a town but a small collection of holiday homes. At the beach the cheap campground was full, and we decided not to stay anyway. There were swings on the beach for Olive, but not much else there that attracted us. We stopped in the wind at Smokey Bay, a much smaller version of Streaky, for a coffee. At Ceduna we had lunch on the grassy foreshore, but missed catching up with our friend Ben’s uncle Locky, who runs the menswear shop (it was closed for the day). We successfully passed through Ceduna avoiding the family breakdown curse in this area. We had a quick stop at the windmill town of Penong to stretch our legs and ask about the road out to Fowlers Bay. It ended up being 16km of gravel road, which was mostly in good condition. At the caravan park we were placed on the only grassy patch, shared with a Dutch couple with two kids, a 3 mth old and a boy Olive’s age. They were doing well travelling in just a tent with no cooker or fridge. Fowlers Bay was an interesting tiny town, with sand dunes towering over it and looking like they may soon envelop the houses. We climbed the dunes for a great view around, and all ran down again. We won’t be swimming at the beach, because even though the sand is white it is piled high with seaweed.