Ferals End.........

His name is Barry Green, his responsible for the eradication of the Islands feral cat population. Instead of purchasing his products from the eucalyptus distillery, the captain wanted to meet the man himself. He was an American River local and one of the islands true characters. Over a couple of beers at the local footy club a friendship was formed. Barry invited the crew over to his place (Ferals end) the next morning to share a few more stories and look through his amazing collection of skins. He has killed more than 1000 cats since he began, the largest being about 14 kgs. We purchased one of the cat skins and a cat skin stubby holder but it was a gift from Barry that will take pride of place in the skippers pool room (see photos above). I was rather impressed with his recently planted beer tree. On leaving he also gave us a couple of local flathead fillets to enjoy when we reluctantly returned to the mainland.

Island Pure sheep dairy

The crew woke with the breaking of the sun over Emu Bay. The Skipper and First Lady feeling a little jaded, after sampling some more South Oz wine this time from a tin foil bag headed off early for a tour through Australia's only sheep dairy. We sampled many products, purchased a few and from there made our way back to American River. There was one more man the captain wanted to meet........

Emu Bay

After spending the night at the Western K.I. caravan park with the wallabies we made our way back across the Island to Emu Bay. The crew arrived on dark and decided to spend the night on the beach. Again the captain cooked a beautiful meal and as you can see the daizonator was never to far away.

Flinders Chase National Park

Remarkable Rocks is a huge cluster of weather-sculpted granite boulders, the crew also left rather weather-sculpted as well.... As you can see the rocks are remarkable, we hope the photo's do it justice.
A little further west on Cape du Couedic was Admirals Arch,another chance to view some more of the islands seal population.

Little Sahara

A few miles further west we came across Little Sahara. This is an area of spectacular white sand dunes surrounded by bush vegetation. Climbing over the first ridge you are confronted by a second, much higher, dune which, when scaled, does not reveal the coast as one would expect, but more dunes flanked by bushland. Continuing the Toasters run of good fortune, we came across a tour group complete with there bag of sand boards. The captain of course was the first to complete a stylish run to the bottom!!
Watching from a distance was the Toasters good luck charm Eddie the eagle.
Leaving nothing but foot prints and the trail of a red hot sand board run we headed further west to the Remarkable Rocks....

Onto Flinders Chase National Park, KI

From American River the crew had to be separated! Not by choice but through necessity. MC Mike my man and the Daizonator were not welcome at the Flinders Chase National Park, so they had to be shipped off for there first time, alone to a kennel. This was as hard for the skipper and the first lady as it was the hounds.
After an emotional departure the Toaster and what was left of the crew headed south west to Seal Bay. An uncomfortable silence hung over the Captain and his first Lady, similar to that experienced during the Steve Irwin Funeral.
At this time of year Seal Bay is a haven for mating seals. The Bulls (male seals) battling it out to find a female mate, the sounds not to dissimilar to that coming from the back of the Toaster. Not from the First Lady and the Captain but from Mike & the Dazionator!!!

After 19 freshly shucked KI oysters the skipper was ready to rock. The first lady fired him even further with her speciality, Thai beef red curry. Whilst the first lady was showering the captain thought he would set the scene, some lovely music and a glass of wine. On her return she was greeted with an empty bottle of wine ,the sent of booze and oysters and the sound of snoring. What a catch.......................

American River

American River provided not only very cheap accommodation (free) but also an opportunity to meet some very interesting locals. The crew's camp site was located on the shores of Pelican Lagoon, home to the islands oyster farmers. Early one morning while the skipper was walking the two hounds out of character he struck up a conversation with a gentleman at the pier. The bloke happened to be one of the local oyster farmers. He was generous enough to offer the captain not only a tour of his operations but also sample of his fine produce and a quick lesson on how to shuck them.

Pennington Bay

Next door was the Cape Willoughby lighthouse, a significant landmark on Kangaroo Island. We missed the 1pm and the 2 pm tours but felt we had learned enough from the information gathered from the boat on the trip over. There was a vote, majority ruled and the Toaster this time on autopilot was headed for a small fishing village, American River. There were many stops along the way(not all for a pee), generally to take in the spectacular scenery.

Cape Willoughby Kangaroo Island

After the harrowing journey across whats known to sailors as the Backstairs Passage, the first lady needed a wine. The captain steered the Toaster to the islands most easterly point Cape Willoughby, home to the much sought after Dudley wine's cellar door. The Toaster had its first real run on a true dirt road. After 30 ks on a heavily rutted and corrgaited track the Toaster was glowing leaving many more expensive motorhomes in its dust.