I got up to a very quiet camp. Just me there, apart from the trillions of flies that all seem to have woken up the second I did! It took me until about half way to Price to shake them all off! I went to have a look at the Inneston Historic Township on the way out of the National Park. It is now a 'ghost' town. The town was settled because gypsum was being mined from the lake. It was in it's heyday in the 1920's. Since the mine closed it has fallen into ruin. It was a very interesting place to look at. As I was there on my own it was eerily quiet except for the buzz of the flies of course. I could imagine though the town full of people and you could sense the community spirit that would have been here. I even played a few imaginary balls on the now derelict tennis court! I am now heading back up the other side of the Yorke peninsula and to Adelaide which is the other side o the water. I didn't want to drive the full 3 hours there today so I decided to stop at a caravan park in Price that I had got out of my Camps book. I passed through a few small towns on the way and for some food at Yorketown. Price was a small town not far from the coast. It was very quiet and seemed very 'local'. The guy at reception on the caravan park looked at me strangely when I went in as if to say 'You're not local, what are you doing around here?!' He was friendly enough though and I got a lovely powered site for the night. It was very hot today, probably about 36 and getting hotter the next few days. This was a brilliant quirky site, just how I like them, full of shabby caravan and tatty cabins. I think that a lot of these caravans are lived in permanently, what a great way to live. I had kangaroo burgers for tea tonight, yummy. The caravan/cabin near to me had lots of Christmas lights twinkling and flashing on it. It seems so odd in this heat and to me it doesn't feel like Christmas at all. I'm going to Adelaide tomorrow.