“Have you been to Coffin Bay yet?” “Oh, you must go to Coffin Bay, it’s beautiful.” “Coffin Bay was amazing, you really should go there.”
After hearing this so many times, it was on our list of ‘places we need to go to, but is so over-rated we won’t like it’. This bad attitude was compounded by my desire to just. leave. South. Australia. Seriously, people say they have gone around Australia in a year, and we haven’t even got around South Australia in a year! We love this state, but we are also frustrated at ourselves for moving so slowly.
So, we went to Coffin Bay, fully prepared to be disappointed and find it to be nothing like the hype.
We drove in looking at the shrubby forest. The short bushes suggested that the area frequently has high winds … which made me nervous after recently having been in some strong winds. We had emus run on the road in front of us as we approached the camp ground.
As we got to the campground, we noticed that there were quite a few other people there. So we thought we might move on a bit further to look for a quieter campground. Except that suddenly the road ahead was signed “4-wd Track Only”.
Our hearts sank, and I got out of the car to walk to check for somewhere to suitable to turn around. As I walked back to Jarrad I said, “If you go down another 100 meters, you should be able to do a 30-point turn, and maybe you’ll only have to dig us out of the sand once or twice.”
Well, he mustn’t have believed me. He drove forward, and at around the 28th attempt to turn around he had a small melt down. A few turns later he managed to be facing forward again when he realized that we’d sunk so far down in the sand that we wouldn’t go anywhere unless he dug us out. For some odd reason that I still can’t work out, he was annoyed at me. Somehow, I’d got us into this because I’d recommended that he could do it in a 30-point turn and only digging us out once or twice. The fact that I was absolutely spot-on made it all my fault.
That night I woke suddenly. “Thump, thump, thump” past the campervan quite quickly. What was it? I sat bolt upright in bed, and was about to wake Jarrad to say, “Help!” when he mumbled, “it’s a kangaroo. Go to sleep”
Well, kangaroo after kangaroo pounded past the campervan. These weren’t the normal, sleepy variety that we always see grazing on grass. These were kangaroos on a mission. They were bouncing past as quickly as they possibly could.
By daylight, I could see that there were lots and lots of kangaroos all around the campground. Plenty of them were females with joeys in the pouch. It was quite an amazing campground. Even without exploring past the campground, we decided that we loved Coffin Bay.