After a very long day driving yesterday (428km with lots of stops in between) it was just lovely to wake up slowly at Fowler’s Bay and not have to worry about packing up the van and heading off. Fowler’s Bay is a quaint little fishing town off the main Eyre Hwy which has a permanent population of less than 100. It has little other than accommodation and a few houses. It has been fantastic though.
As I sit here typing, the waves are crashing which is such a relaxing sound.
The town has very few vehicles and as a result Max and Harry have been riding their bikes furiously. Max was proud of himself this morning as he helped “an old lady” out by filling her bucket up with sea water off the town jetty, as the steps to the water were uncomfortably steep for her. He told me “as a Cub I’ve done my good turn for the day!”. Good on you Max!
Just before lunch we all went for a bike ride down the town jetty and around the town. We found out that Fowler’s Bay was named by Captain Matthew Flinders on his voyage on ‘the Investigator’ in 1802. He named the bay after his First Lieutenant Fowler who later became an Admiral. It has an old telegraph station in much better condition than the Eucla one, but somehow we all liked being able to climb the Eucla one that is part filled with sand in the middle of nowhere…
We all loved the sandhills that we spent a few hours climbing and jumping, sliding and rolling down them. I had one of ‘those’ moments today when Trevor, Max and Harry were whooping with delight as they set off down a hill and thought how wonderful this trip will be for us. I think we sometimes get so wound up with the things we do and are involved in at home that we forget to have fun with each other.
I managed to get sand into Max’s camera (I was NOT popular with Max or Trevor….) while getting there, so unfortunately don’t have any photos to post…. We’ll try to get some more before we leave tomorrow.
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