Day 3 Cape Jervis – Day tripping

Sunset over Cape Jervis

Today we thought a bit of a day trip was in order and after consultation with the tourist map, the gods and a few locals we discovered the font of all knowledge in relation to tourist stuff (the “I” centre) was at a place called Yankalilla. So we headed off about 10ish. The road is the main black top from Cape Jervis to Adelaide. We had travelled some of the road on the way in and the scenery was pretty good. There are a heap of places for ohhh and ahhh moments. The road is pretty windy and quite narrow in places and I was a bit surprised when we past (going in the other direction) a big F250 with tri axle caravan in tow!!!. Just before Normanville there is a look out with information about HMAS Hobart which was scuttled to make an artificial reef. 

Road into HMAS Hobart Lookout

Something different at the Allure Winery

Karen Hannatt's Studio

The anchor has been mounted at the look out pointing to the location of the wreck. From there it was on to Normanville and Yankalilla for morning tea. Our plan after morning tea was to take a short drive to a winery so a short drive north then on to a dirt road for a couple of km to the “Allure” winery. What a surprise packet a place with a great outlook and not bad wine in the middle of this valley. From there we followed a few dirt roads and ended up back on the coast and heading back to Normanville and the big “I”. Di had seen ads for an artists studio in Yankalilla run by Karen Hannatt so we decided a bit of a squizz was in order. It’s a small but interesting gallery (a work still in progress). It was made of mud with the main part round. Di found plenty to interest her in here and Karen proved very friendly and interesting.  Over lunch we contemplated our next move. We had heard of a market at a town called Myponga so we headed to investigate. Unfortunately it was disappointing. We did however come back with some info to help with tomorrows run. On the way home we took a detour to place called Second Valley to check out a possible fishing spot and were pleasantly surprised. It was very picturesque and looked quite promising and there were people out in kayaks (thumbs up Gaz). Now here’s a question where do they come up with some of these names for some of these towns, surely there was a name available better than Myponga – seems more like the name of a disease or a bad smell.

Second Valley Jetty