Carnarvon

Our last baseball practice on the pristine beach before breakfast. We reluctantly bade farewell to Coral Bay. Well at least we tried to, as the car wouldn't start.  Seems that the battery wasn’t too keen on not being used for three days.  We got it jumpstarted okay, and decided to replace it in Carnarvon when we got there.  Two failures was pressing our luck too much.  I kept the old battery and bought a plug and some wire, and rigged it up to run the caravan light off it so we didn’t have to use the car battery.

Had lunch and a walk around the sites of Carnarvon, visited the old 1 mile jetty, looked at the facine (a glorified name for the town’s levy banks) and collected mail at the post office.  Once again mail for everybody, and the boys were very excited.  Mandy got a letter from her parents in Kenya, and I got a letter from Brett with pictures of his surprise wedding last Saturday.

Did a big shop, and visited the now closed OTC satellite tracking station which was so much a part of the Apollo story.  A few memories were stirred of my visit with Peter in 1979, and our camp overnight on the lawn of the police station!  A roadside stop about 30 kilometres past Carnarvon for the night.