I lay in bed keeping warm as the first rays of light appeared over the bay. I could hear that the wind had not abated from the 25+ knots it had been all night, however it was forecast to drop in the next few hours.
The normally protected bay was full of whitecaps
It’s been a strange week of weather with the prevailing wind from the NW which meant the normally sheltered bay and coastline of Pt Turton and Harwicke Bay on Yorke Peninsula, have been a mass of whitecaps and confused seas. We hoped to get out for at least a short kayak down the rocky coastline towards Pt Souttar, so it was unload the kayak and wait for the wind to abate.
Even the dolphins had taken refuge in the marina.
The local dolphin pod is normally seen well offshore but today they were lazing in the marina
We launched in the lee of the marina and made our way southward along the coast. The wind had dropped a lot but was still enough to create a confused sea close to the rocks.
An easy launch on the sandy beach
Cormorants finding a protected place
Sneaking along the rock wall
Gavin our newly appointed Paddlingsouth Sommelier powering along
Hugging the coastline
Soon we had the force of the wind to contend with
We came across the local swimming pool, although at present it was well under water as the tide was driven high up on the beach by the wind. I don’t think we will see many swimmers here today.
The swimming pool has disappeared under the waves
We paddled on until it became a bit of a slog as the wind increased and we then turned for home. The short wind chop combined with clapatis made for quick support strokes when trying to take photos, otherwise I could have been the first swimmer of the day.
Next day the wind again reached 25 knots making for a day of land based activities. We decided to ride our Fatbikes along the beach to the tiny township of Hardwicke Bay, hoping the local store to be open. The sand was hard packed and the tail wind made for excellent progress as we bounced the 15 km around the bay. The local store provided us with coffee and muffins, which gave our butts a rest and gave the wind a chance to increase to another level.
Watching the whitecaps streak across the bay we decided that our easiest route home would be to follow the road behind the sand dunes where we should find some wind protection. Things started off fine for the first few kilometers, until the wind changed direction and increased again. Quite a novel experience being blown sideways off the road by the gusts, with Robyn suffering the most occurrences and Gavin the least, maybe due to weight differences, or was it just skill. After over 30 km of hard riding we hit the last downhill into camp and a well deserved icecream.
November in Pt Turton normally brings great weather as well as lots of Silver Schoolies ! We had first seen some of this group when we rode into Pt Turton on our “Walk the Yorke” bike tour and again a year later.
Wikipedia gives an insight to Schoolies.
Schoolies or schoolies week refers to the Australian tradition of high-school graduates having week-long holiday following the end of their final exams in November. Schoolies week is seen as a final party with schoolmates before they head their separate ways.
Silver Schoolies are much much older revelers having a week long holiday, just because they can.
They sure know how to celebrate and get together daily for strange activities and from what I could see consuming a variety of beverages. Apparently it is obligatory not to act your age and partake in as many crazy sports as possible. Of course we joined in some of the fun.
Apparently dressing up is just part of the fun
Now that’s what I call a glass of wine. No mucking around with this gal.
The first event on the card was a horse race with horse supplied. You all start on the line and throw a huge dice and pace out the number on the dice.
Our Sommelier took time out from wine tasting to join the first Horse Racing event
Talk about come prepared. She bought her own horse !!
I think this is what they term “riding hands and heels”.
Apparently this is normal attire for the Caravan Park manager
After the winners and losers were sorted out it was on with a huge BBQ lunch and of course a variety of beverages.
The festivities continued all week with unusual events. We witnessed a paper aeroplane competition judged first for accuracy and then distance.
Janet gets in a big throw in the distance event. She credited her success “with having her tongue at the right angle”
Alan was certainly “Best Dressed”. Reminded me of a circus ring master, but in shorts !!
So if your in the vicinity during that week in November and see some odd sights, don’t panic it’s only “Silver Schoolies” at play. In fact why not join in the activities and stay at the Caravan Park.
One fact that may interest you is that the pharmacy in a near town reported a ten fold increase in prescriptions for blood pressure and cholesterol medication and yes you guessed it, Viagra.