Now, we were leaving at 7 or so in the morning, so traffic was relatively light. And we were going out of the city, which was definitely the way to go. Darlene stayed calm (or was it controlled?), I held tight to the steering wheel, and everything was fine until Sheila tried to get us to go onto Marion Street. This turned out to be almost impossible, as far as we could tell. After three tried, but no yelling, we did manage to do what she wanted us to, and found ourselves on the road out of town. What a relief. And as we went, the road went from three lanes each way to two, and then to one. And we and our marriage survived.
Some beautiful country south of Adelaide, rolling to hilly, pasture to woodland, some seacoast views. We arrived at Cape Jervis in plenty of time, and took many deep breaths of the fine sea air. The trip across on the ferry was just fine: sunny and calm, getting us to Penneshaw on Kangaroo Island right on schedule. And the hotel was the one that Joel and I had been in eight years ago, somewhat renovated, but in a wonderful location. Immediately, we relaxed and enjoyed the quiet and the sun and the gentle wind. A walk out for a coffee and quick tour of the town, then a drive down the road to visit a few small towns, as well as a beach or two. The top is at a beach, the middle one some local pelicans, and the bottom one is from our balcony.
I was so tired I needed another nap.
I went out that night to see if I could find the little penguins I had seen and enjoyed many years ago. Turns out there numbers have been decimated: they are the favourite meal of the growing seal population. So we didn't see very many, and it was disappointing. But I saw the moon and some wallaby's.
I went to bed after that: a busy and eventful, very pleasant day.
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Location:North Terrace,Penneshaw,Australia
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