Day 76...Whyalla

This was the sky when I was getting brecky ready this morning...it was pouring with rain somewhere...thankfully it didn't reach us when we packed up.

This was the view from a lookout on Dave's early walk this morning.

This is one of the inhabitants he met along the way on hs walk. 

We drove on to Port Lincoln. It's main claim to fame is its tuna fishing, not to mention Dean Lukin, the olympian, who was a tuna fisherman from here.

The countryside changed considerably going up the eastern side of the Eyre Peninsular. It's very green, with lots of grain crops, mainly wheat.

Further north, towards Whyalla, the vegetation became much sparser. You can see the southern Flinders Ranges in the distance.

We decided to stay at Whyalla for the night. This was the view from the caravan. The tide was way out and kids were flying kites. It had been an exceptionally windy day. The next morning the tide was in and it just looked like any other beach. The boat in the distance is waiting to go into the harbout to pick up either iron ore or grain.