At the top end of the Yorke Peninsula is Wallaroo, a town with a rich mining history on the Copper Coast. The travel dog team spent a night in a dog friendly caravan park, next to a great dog beach and a cafe that is listed on TripAdvisor as the town’s number one eatery. How’s that for a combination?
We spent a Saturday night at the Wallaroo Holiday Park at North Beach, in the middle of the January school holidays. Not surprisingly, the park was full, but we managed to get a spot down the back corner just a few steps from the beach access track. The park itself had modern amenities and seemed to cope with the crowds well.
The beach was ‘cars allowed’ and ‘dog off leash’. Our visit coincided with evening and early morning low tides, so it was ideal for a bit of ball chasing. I hadn’t had a good run for a couple of days and have to say, ‘it was pawesome’.
The four-wheel drives had packed the sand down hard at the access ramp and there were even two-wheel drives on the beach. We decided to take Bob down for a look. He’s never been on a beach before and I’m pretty sure he can’t swim. He didn’t paddle in the water, like some of the 4WDs, but I think he enjoyed being on the beach with the other cars. There was even another van down there!
Right next to the beach access track was the North Beach Kitchen. It’s a modern beach cafe that even has Swimmer Crab on its brekky menu. It also does all that gluten free stuff that the Sparrow prefers. She ordered the crab. ’Hmm’ I thought,’ not much likely to come my way there’. The Silverback, who only ever orders poached eggs or muesli for breakfast at cafes, shocked me by asking for the ‘big breakfast’. My ears pricked up; ‘He’ll never eat all that’ I thought. I was right; I got half a sausage under the table and most of the bacon went home in a doggy bag [one of the world’s greatest inventions]. Guess what, he ate the poached eggs and sourdough plus half a sausage and a potato thingy, then complained about having eaten too much all morning!
The next morning, before heading off to the Clare Valley, we did the Heritage Drive around town. It took about an hour, with the Sparrow getting out here and there to take photos. ‘More old buildings’ I thought as I nodded off in the back, they weren’t going to need me for this bit. I fell asleep dreaming of running on the beach and second Brekky at the cafe.