Life in a caravan – Chapter 4, lost items

There is a lot to keep track of when travelling by caravan, especially with children. Not only do children leave things places you wouldn’t expect, they can also be blamed for distracting their parents enough to cause them to forget things also. Then there are times I suppose we adults are just a bit hopeless.

We have considered that based on the number of ‘outings’ or ‘trips’ we have done while travelling we may actually be ahead of where we’d be if we did the same number from home say over two years….

So far we’ve lost:

Oliver’s drink bottle – Mindel Markets, Darwin NT
Oliver’s hat – Ubir Rock, Kakadu NT
Amy’s drink bottle, Victoria River Roadhouse, WA
Greg’s sunglasses, Derby rodeo WA
Kids shovels, Kalbarri caravan park playground, WA
Bolt from drainage hose holder under caravan, Karrijini NP, WA
Package of mail from Canberra, somewhere between Canberra and Fremantle
Razor, Esperance caravan park, WA
Emma’s red jumper, SW WA somewhere

Not too bad for 16000+ kms and 115 days or so I suppose.

Day 115-117 Streaky Bay

Streaky Bay has an annual rainfall of 379 millimetres of rain each year. I know this because during my first year of university I completed an assignment on the rainfall patterns of Streaky Bay (actually that was so long ago I had to google it, but when blogging, never let the truth stand in the way of the story!). I’ve wanted to visit ever since. So I guess I have now fulfilled a half life long dream.

If Streaky Bay were to promote itself as a tourist destination then I kept thinking it’s slogan would be ‘where the wheat meets the sea’, bit of a play on far north Queensland’s ‘where the rain forest meets the reef’. It almost seemed to me they only stopped the sea of wheat cause someone forgot to pick up their ocean. Continue reading “Day 115-117 Streaky Bay”

Day 109-114 Signs of the Nullabor

It’s 1181 km across the Nullabor from the little town of Norseman (itself 200 km North of Esperance) to Ceduna on the western edge of South Australia’s Eyre Peninsula. 1181 km. Walk in the park! Although it turned out to be the most consecutive days we have spent in the car since Mum and I tackled the drive from Canberra to Darwin.

In my mind the Nullarbor was a treeless flat desert from start to finish, baking hot and with a steady wind from west to east (just as our weather travels) to blissfully glide us on our way. Turns out I was 0 from 3 in my assumptions. Continue reading “Day 109-114 Signs of the Nullabor”