Interesting day.  Dense fog this morning in Port Pirie made packing up “fun”.  Good excuse to have breakfast at the bakery while it cleared up a bit. 

Did most of the run to Port Augusta on rural backroads when I could rather than the highway, which annoyed the GPS.  Mostly very open undulating cropping country flanked by hills and the odd view of water to the west. 

The scenery changed out the other side of Port Augusta to light scrub flanked by very large range of hills and the soil is now that typical red iron ore colour. 

Decided to call it a day early and stopped in Whyalla.  Was thinking of getting a basic cabin for a change but the $157 price means I am in the tent again.  Dearest site yet and I get to camp on crusher grit, which is in the running for the world stupidiest idea but the the location nearly makes up for it.   The door of my tent is about two metres from a 600mm drop onto the beach with the water about 10 metres away.  No real waves but finally got to camp on a real beach and even went for a walk on the beach before tea.

Interesting point about Whyalla was that the loader here was the primary port for iron ore in Australia during the Second World War and as such a large anti-aircraft was built on a hill over looking the works.

I realised today that, this trip for me is as much about the actual process of riding the bike around Australia as anything else.

Off towards Port Lincoln tommorow.

And on final and  unrelated note, congradulations to Brendan Tucker for winning  the Australian F3C RC Helicopter title in Perth yesterday.