A Quick Trip to South Australia

I started my Australian journey in Adelaide, a city I still regard as my “home”. Some of my oldest and dearest friends live there. It is also home for my in-laws, and it is far too long since I last caught up with them. So, I loaded up the newly re-designed van and headed west.

Bordertown was coming up and so was the fruit quarantine, so I pulled into a rest stop to eat up the last of my fruit. As I was chatting with some ladies who had parked just ahead of me, I noticed the metal line embedded in the road surface just a few centimetres from the front of my van . . .

Parked right on the border
Not quite into South Australia yet

I had parked almost directly on the border line between Victoria and South Australia.  The boulder in the background has a metal plate with details engraved on it.

The rain stopped and the clouds parted just as I saw this lake from the top of a hill.  It is one of several “Pink Lakes” to be found in S.A. It’s a pity Mount Gambier’s Blue Lake isn’t blue at this time of the year.

Image of a Pink Lake
One of several pink lakes in South Australia

My Van’s Satnav Announcer (VanEssA) is crazy and she took me all through the Adelaide Hills to get to my friend, Dave’s house – in Adelaide.  It was incredibly beautiful scenery, but had me rowing the 6-speed gearbox like a galley slave!

After spending some time with Dave, VanEssA took me on another cross-country jaunt instead of guiding me up the freeway, to visit Jan and Dennis, who live in the most breathtakingly beautiful spot that I have ever seen! This is what they see from their kitchen window every morning:

Pretty sunrise
Doot doot doo, looking out my back door . . .

Lucky? Well, some fortune did smile on them, yes, but “Chance favours only the prepared mind”. They have worked very hard to turn a merely pretty place into a Paradise.

Manicured garden
There are years of loving toil in this exquisite garden

I just had to squeeze in one more photo:

S.A. Sunrise
Don’t you just love this view?

A few days later, I loaded up and headed, once again, across country to my brother-in-law’s property, about an hour and a bit on the dirt road side of Gawler, in the town of Barabba. It’s a small place. This tin shed used to be their local post office from 1926 until the early 60’s or until 1972, depending on who’s telling the story.  No matter when it was officially closed, it is still standing today.

Barabba Post Office
Who needs bricks when you have lots of galv?

But living out here has its perils. In last year’s savage bush fires, they were lucky to escape with only minor damage to fencing. Adjacent properties were not so lucky.

Historic school site
Remains of the Heritage Site

After a sloppy, rainy day at Port Adelaide,

Bollards, like tears in rain . . .
Bollards, like tears in rain . . .

I packed up again and headed home, making a brief detour at Old Tailem Town. I really did enjoy this stop. It’s a huge site, filled with an unsorted collection of antiques and historical memorabilia. Unfortunately, without a serious cash injection and an army of volunteer help, the collection is likely to decay into powder.

Recreated street scene
One of several avenues at Old Tailem Town

I am told that restoration enthusiasts are not interested in these old bodies because they are too far gone for proper restoration.

Rusting hulks
So many old cars, trucks, tractors and farm machines

I spent several hours wandering about this place. It is much larger than “Old Gippstown”, but not so well organised. Pity.

Picture of old trucks
Lots of lovely trucks

And, finally, one head-on look at an old girl who will never again see asphalt:

Old Car
No idea what the make is