Some say it is a wilderness...
"There's not much along there" I was told, fuelling my impetus to explore it more closely, more fully.
We visited Camp Coorong and met Neville, an elderly aboriginal man of the local Ngarrindjerri people. He delighted in showing us through the museum with a personal guided tour. It was just one of many instances when we were in the right place at the right time. We saw the lovely weaving of the aboriginal women, carved emu eggs, pelican feather flowers. I was amazed to be able to touch bags which were likely to have been woven 150 yrs ago by the women as the men went to fish in the canoes we also took a peek at.
The day was very very windy so I was alone when I hopped out of the car at Parnka Point to photograph the shallow lagoons and waterways of this very fragile ecosystem. Birds abound here and we delighted in seeing numerous pelicans flying overhead and creating patches of white in the lakes. Is that oyster farming? A limestone island? No, it is actually a huddle of pelicans...very curious.
Once again we enjoyed Coorong Mullet at the Coorong Roadhouse, Salt Creek where we met the owner who told us of numerous places to explore including walks along a little creek and Martin's Washpool. Our wanderings were cut short however. We decided that taking the car along the loop road was the best option as the weather turned rainy and even stormy. The car became covered in salt spray, better it than us I do believe.
The Loop Road
Being here reminded me of my childhood days. The enjoyment of watching Storm Boy stands out in my mind as being the first movie I ever saw at the local drive-in theatre.