Once we had departed the port at Devonport we headed to Stanley. We had decided to base ourselves at Stanley for a few days and explore the north-west region without the caravan. It is only about 130 kilometres from Devonport to Stanley provided you follow the highway and don’t accept side tracking suggestions from the “bitch in a box” GPS that wanted us to turn off at multiple points for reasons that are beyond our understanding.
Arriving at the caravan park quite early in the day we had to wait for our allocated site to be vacated by the previous night’s occupant. So we parked on the street for a while to wait the departure of the person concerned. While waiting, we struck up a conversation with a local lady who gave us the good oil on where to go (and stay) locally. The lady lives at a small town called Irishtown which is close to Scotchtown; we will visit both these settlements when we return from the Tarkine Forest and Arthur River.
Once we had access to our site, we set up the van for our stay. It was quite windy at Stanley (not gentle zephyrs that caress and cool rather bully boy breezes that rattle and shake awnings and occasionally shake caravans) so when we raised the awning we endeavoured to install the awning kit to strengthen and support the awning. It was not possible to install the edge devices as it was too windy and the awning was flapping too much in the wind. Left the awning up for a while until it became too much to bear and we rolled the awning up and it has not been rolled out since.
Monday afternoon we had a wander around the town of Stanley and checked out a few places and the local architecture. We are yet to climb the iconic local monolith – The Nut; and there is a historic site “Highfield” yet to be checked out.