4x4 Adventure Show and The Fleurieu Peninsula

Just a bit of my weekend.

I don’t normally go to show’s or exhibitions like this. I hate fun actually don’t like impulse buying. I see too many people who ‘need’ the ‘thrill’ of buying something new and shiny, whether they need it, really want it or can afford it, is another thing. Yes, I am sparkling company at parties...

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Also how I roll is a little different to the average buyer it seems, so I didn’t want to end up with shit I didn’t need. Also I like to research my kit decisions carefully. I’m no HammerheadFistpunch, but I can relate.

Anyway, some mates wanted to go. Scotty is working towards buying his first 4x4, and I was curious to see what was there. Also we had a few hours to kill while everyone else got themselves out of bed.

{some of the pictures in this post are not great, the lighting at the show, plus just my phone, plus this being me not really commiting to documenting, are my multiple excuses... Please see here for how to go about it properly}

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They could just about re-name this the Camper Trailer Show. Holy crap I had no idea the market for these was so competitive. I knew they were popular, but literally it felt like half the displays were camper trailers.

Like swags it seems the camper trailer has found popularity within the Australian market that doesn’t translate to elsewhere in the world. I’m currently with the rest of the world, I don’t get it. Not to say that some don’t have appeal.

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Some random shots from around the show.

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Engel had some well used classic models on their display, which I though was kind of cool.

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Not digging the army style colour scheme, but the thing seemed reasonably rugged. But, OUCH.

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Big Yank Iron is really gaining traction in the Down Under market.

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The Northern Territory was advertising in force, it was a bit strange to have one state promoting itself in another state. However it is the state with the most mad landscapes and enviroment, also very few people living there, so tourism is the major industry. Blue tongue lizard.

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Cue some jokes about this being the ‘Bush Mechanics Tour...’

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More camper trailers.

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Yep, that’s twin double beds.

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Lightforce, based right here in Adelaide.

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Seriously Land Rover, what is this...?

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I am so glad I am not into boats, Bring On Another Thousand is just a different world. Some nice craftmanship though.

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Marine spec LS.
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So I guess what I got out of all this plushness, is to avoid towing at all costs. However, one day we are going to be too crusty to want to have the fairly physical set up we have now. I also think that eventually N will want a bit more ‘luxury’. We are probably 10 years at least away from that point, but if we want to keep doing this long term, then it is something to consider. Or we can just do cruises like everyone else. Yeah, fuck that.

I’m still not feeling the camper trailer, I don’t see any advantage over our current set up, to warrant towing it. So I guess where we would end up is a proper off road caravan. Maximum comfort, still can go down a dirt road, leave it parked when you want to do anything difficult.

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I didn’t see any proper off road caravans here, or slide on campers either, which would be the other option. I guess I’m still swimming against the current.

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So did I manage to keep my wallet locked up? Whadayouthink...?

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I actually bought a new table to supplement ‘old faithful’ not that long ago. It had this clever folding leg design, with the hinges made of plastic. My mate broke one folding it away on it’s first trip. I broke another folding it away after trying to fix the first one... Luckily OzTent seem to be making more and more these days. I have yet to be disappointed with their quality, so impulse buy it was.


I thought I had packed the truck for the last time this year. Then my mate reminded me we were going camping for a night for his birthday. So Friday afternoon, I chucked a few things in the 105. Time for some truck packing tunes!

Keeping it simple. Just the essentials for a pleasant night under the stars. A bit of recovery gear. The Fleurieu Peninsula does not normally contain any challenging driving, but with all the rain we have had, better to be safe than sorry,

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and secured.

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Skychismo, you are a good/bad influence...

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After the show we met the late starters at my mate Pauly’s house, which is the most southern of all our places. Then headed south. First stop was Myponga resevoir.

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You know you are not young any more when all your mates are sporting various stages of going bald!

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We pressed on through the picturesque countrytowns of Yankalilla and Normanville. To get to our campsite at Wirrina Cove. It’s been a while since I stayed in a proper camping ground. This was a good one.

Pauly missed the call on this was a swag trip (mind you that tent survived a terrible night he spent in it with his boys, where every other tent collapsed. Who makes it? I’m not on commision, promise).

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Our neighbours.

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Not a bad spot for the night.

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Set up, we jumped back in the trucks and headed down to Deep Creek CP. You won’t find any challenging trails here, however it has some stunning coast. I knew they shut at least one of the trails after bad weather, I tried calling ahead but all I got was answering machines. In the end one of the trails was shut (we drove to it’s head), I knew of two more so was confident we could find something worthwhile. Blowhole Beach track was open, so down we went.

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I often recommend coming down to Deep Creek for beginners. The tracks are pretty harmless but just steep and rocky enough to feel you have been off-road. With some great coastal views on the way down.

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Kangaroo Island across the water.

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Pauly’s Challenger following us down.

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Roo’s everywhere. After all this rain we are getting a wildlife explosion. One here with an older Joey in it’s pouch, the other one with a youngster way too big trying to climb in!

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Co-operation is required for passing.

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Time to park up, then a short walk to the beach.

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Good stuff down here.

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The rocks around the western side of the beach are quite mad.

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Obligatory, landscape through the hole shot.

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Almost alien like at times.

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Makes for easy rock climbing, which I started doing before remembering I am now totally rubbish with heights, and would be a shaky mess to come down again.

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I manned up to scurry over the ridge to look at the next bay over.

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Our own Crazy Indian couldn’t make it this time, however there was another one that had left his wife and son behind to scale the cliff.

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Time to head back to the trucks. Goodbye Blowhole Beach, you were good.

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I knew of one other trail down here, but due to the late start time was pressing on, so decided to head back to the camp, for a bit of dinner.

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At the risk of getting repetitive, I was making burgers. Tailgate style.

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New table got christened.

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Here are our trucks.

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We had brought firewood. Which turned out to be wet. I had collected some kindling during the afternoon. Nothing more amusing than a group of grown men with access to various workshop chemicals and an air-line trying to get a fire going. We got there in the end.

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Followed by sitting round the fire, boozing, talking, usual stuff. I wasn’t the first to bed. Always an acheivement in my book!

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Weather had been good so far, and the next morning proved to be more of the same. Good campsite.

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We broke camp and headed out. Not much to do today, as normal life was pressing. Not that there wasn’t time for the odd beachy excursion.

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Or some fast and flowing, not to mention picturesque, dirt roads. I picked on the way home. The Captain probably having the most fun in his 2wd BT50.

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A quick stop at Hindmarsh Falls, with the water the colour of dark beer with all the top soil that has been knocked off with the heavy rains.

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Then it was time to bail. I have some good plans for next year, but I feel we may have some more mini adventures between now and then.

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