As we continued to head west, another seventy two kilometres on from Ceduna, we reached the next town, Penong. This town is made up of a roadhouse, general store, post office, hotel and caravan park. We refueled the car and grabbed a welcome roadhouse steak sandwich for our dinner. This is also the place to turn off toward the coast, to see Cactus Beach, a spot for great surfing and fishing, with basic camping available, take your own water in. Pushing on as the light began to fade and the temperature continued to soar, (now 42 deg C) at 8.30pm, we were treated to an incredible sunset on the distant horizon. Colours in the sky like you wouldn’t believe were possible, changing every few minutes, all the time getting more spectacular.
As we continued to vigorously hammer our tent pegs into what seemed like rock, our new neighbour and friend, proceeded to tell Mr G of the hardships of his day, suffering not one but two flat tyres on his daily travels. It should be noted, before I continue, that it was now 10pm, still very hot, very still, with not a breath of wind and the ground we were pitching the tent on was a hard, dusty, gravel surface. These circumstances led as to make another (again in hindsight), questionable decision. We decided to only erect the shell of the tent and not bother with the fly. The fly works as a bit of a security blanket over a tent for those ‘non camping’ readers amongst you, it covers you to protect from rain, wind and bird droppings, it keeps things firm and snug. However, being that we were only needing the tent up overnight, that the skies were clear, there was NO wind or sign of wind and the birds had gone to bed, we decided to skip the fly, making set up and then pack up in the morning much quicker.