We can smell the coast again and have had enough of 20 kph going up hill and not much faster engine-braking the other side down again. So we aim for a spot close to the ocean.
The wind has picked up to about 80 kph and it pushes us further east.
I’m sure this does wonders for our diesel consumption and we might be using less than the smell of an oily rag.
The wind howls through the trees.
And clouds threaten with rain.
This part of the coast is called the “rugged coast” but apart from the roads to get to the beach, there’s not much ruggedness.
After 5 km’s of teeth shattering corrugations we feel in need of a stop and consider staying at a lake instead of the beach.
But when we see that the campground is on a massive slope and there’s only dirt, we decide to rattle on and a half hour later we arrive at Pettman’s Beach.
We settle and are surprised about the cheeky birds.
We find the time to finish some maintenance work that we started at Black Man’s Creek.
The beach is nice and empty.
When our neighbouring campers try to leave they have a flat battery. And of course we have a start pack; hey, there’s a reason we travel with a trailer full with whatever you could need.
A nice stay.
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