An amazing suprise!

After we dragged ourselves away from the whales we decided we would head for a camp ground that had hot showers and flushing toilets after three wild nights and bucket baths.
However as we were approaching the turn off to Cactus beach I noticed it had a little tent in the map book. As soon as the snail heard me suggest to John it might be nice to have one more wild night at Point Sinclair she hung a right and darted down that dirt road like a champion. Twenty kms or so down we headed off across a tiny causway between salt ponds wondering where the hell she was taking us.