As we were driving into Coffin Bay, we saw a signpost to a lookout. It was a short drive up a dirt road to the top of the hill. We no sooner arrived, than the rain set in, so not a very good view for us, and not worth taking photosl. Do come in though if the day is fine, as the views are over Coffin Bay and other Bays in the area, and you can see Dutton & Marble ranges in the distance.
You can either walk up to the Lookout via the Oyster Walk or take the road to your left (sign posted) just prior to entering the township of Coffin Bay.
Open daily admission Free
Even out here in this wilderness, where plants have to put up with very strong winds, rain, seaspray and more, there still is quite a variety of plants that survive, and do so well. On the website is a list a mile long of the species of plants found here, quite surprising what exists!
Even on the island, plants looked to be growing out of rock!
Where there are plants, there is Bird life!
Located next to Golden Island lookout and Point Avoid, are a couple of very nice beaches. Almonta is the closest, but the one I liked, was the white sand Beach and Dunes of Gunyah Beach.
Probably because of the wintery day, it was completely deserted, not even a fisherman in sight.
The Sandhills are huge and such a pure white, I bet people have plenty of fun here in the warmer weather.
There is an Aboriginal legend to these large drifting sand dunes. Tribesmen Marnpi and Tatta believed a great fire came from the ocean and spread across the land endangering the Aboriginals, so the great sand dunes came along an put the fire out.
This historic Cottage we came across as we travelled the Lincoln Highway from Elliston to Coffin Bay.
Painted white, it was in a lovely position overlooking Lake Hamilton, named after George Hamilton, the Commissioner of Police in South Australia in 1839.
Settlers moved onto this land and experienced what must have been a very hard life of isolation and hard work.
“It was a very hard life. We can't really visualise the isolation and how hard it was for them.”
Distance was great, something like 400 kms, interspersed along the way with establishments like the Lake Hamilton Eating House. Really, it was like a modern Motel of today.
The coaches which took passengers and the mail up and down the West Coast covered about 60 kms a day, and every so often the Coach would stop at one of these establishments so passengers could freshen up and grab a meal.
Built in the 1860s the Lake Hamilton Eating House is the last one of its type still standing on the Peninsula.
The cemetery is just a short distance away, this is where early locals who would have called in here to pick up mail and news from far away places like Port Lincoln and Adelaide are buried.