March 9, 10, 11

Still in the Barossa Valley, wine country - in the town of Angaston.  All the little towns are so cute, they are well kept with very wide streets.  Too bad the highways were not in as good a shape as the town streets.  The Highways here leave a lot to be desired, they are narrower than our highways and they have almost no shoulder.  Some have a shoulder that is about 1m but it is gravel and not packed at all.  You don't want to take the chance of going over the edge.  The main highways have a slightly bigger lane with maybe a 6-8" shoulder that is paved (they call it sealed here), however, you still get the rest of the shoulder that is gravel.  They are also very rough, we will certainly be much more appreciative of what we have at home.

This is the Town Hall and Library of Anguston.

This is a beautiful little church - the Uniting Church. 

The wrought Iron trim on the homes is just spectacular, it is also over 100 years old.  Some have pieces missing but this home was lovely to look at and was beautifully kept.  

We decided to do a little redecorating, pretty classy eh!  You wouldn't think a few strips of plastic would keep the bugs out, but let me tell you, it works.  They don't all stay out, like people, some are smarter than others, however, the majority stay out and in this country that means a lot.  Dalton tells me I haven't seen anything yet.  Oh boy!

Anyway, back to the day...we tried out some Riesling and I actually found one I like at the Saltram Winery so we bought a bottle.  We found another Cheese Factory, however, not nearly as good as the one in Warrnambool.  We had lunch in a little pub in Auburn.  They only serve lunch from 12:00 - 2:00, we just made it under the wire.  Had chicken burgers and they actually use real chicken.  No deep fried battered slabs but real, honest to goodness chicken.  We both enjoyed them very much.  We stopped at an Olive Factory in a town called Truro, S.A.  I don't know why they called it that as they don't grow, or even pick the olives there, just package and sell them, however, we bought a couple of types that were really tasty, to go with our wine.  Dalton bought a couple bottles of Shiraz across the street at Cranford wines, the lady there was so nice she mailed the two bottles we purchased, along with the other 4 that we already had to Stuart's place in Tassie, so I guess I know what we will be doing when we get back there.

Port Pirie was the next stop, Dalton took a picture of the old RR Station and we bought a great Map Book, showing all the campsites all over Australia, free ones too.  I think we will be using some of the free sites, some are just as nice as the ones you have to pay for.  It was very windy here so we didn't walk around too much.

Port Agusta was our next stop, we had lunch, bought some supplies and quickly left town.  This is the place everyone says to stay away from.  It is a fairly large city, however, this is one of the places the Aborigines live and apparently, they are not too fond of the white folk.  Apparently it is not safe to walk around in the evening.  We didn't want to take any chances so we didn't bother with it, there are so many really nice and friendly places, we didn't need the worry.

Whyalla, another industrial town, has a lookout called Hummock Hill, we went up and took some pictures.  We also saw some wild emus on the way into town.

We stayed the night in Cowell, on the water, very windy and cold.  We had no Internet service even with our little broadband thingy.  There was a most beautiful sunset. 

We booked into Cowell for two nights so the next day we used to explore the vicinity. We had a beautiful lunch at one of the Hotels, yes there are two, one is not worth talking about but the other is quite nice.  The food was great, I had prawns and they were done to a turn.  Dalton also had a seafood dish which he really enjoyed.

Arno Bay was just down the road, we walked along the Estuary, saw no flora or fauna, however, we did see a couple of fishermen if that counts.

Cleve is another little town in the area, not on the water like Cowell and Arno Bay.  Cleve is a farming community.  I think they take it pretty seriously because they even give lessons in farming.  We didn't sign up though.  There is an 18 hole Golf Course in the centre of town, the greens are black, fine, gravel.  There was not a soul in sight.  We went up Tickleberry Hill to take some pictures of the area.  There was a 7m cross erected and dedicated to the christian forefathers of the District.  We spotted about 6 wild Emus on the way back to Cowell.

Dalton didn't want to play here, imagine that, and it is only $5.00 a round.

We just thought the sign was pretty nice, all ceramic tile.