We were in the process of packing up when a 4wd came in to see us, and we were told that we were definitely on private property. We advised we were just leaving and apologised, but felt no remorse for staying there anyway!
Again, we did our little duck ins to every track to every flat along the river as we headed downstream, until we got to Mannum. There were two recommended sites across the river to Mannum where people were starting to pack up from the long weekend, but they didn't look that appealing to us being right on the road and next to the ferry.
So we got some lunch and ate it in the park next to the big paddle steamer moored near the ferry crossing, and continued on to Murray Bridge through dairy and sheep farms, and some more little weekender villages that looked very nice to duck into. It was all very picturesque, but not forthcoming for sites to camp. We found another dog friendly caravan park on the outskirts of town that had barely half a dozen other set ups, and, whilst not right on the river, it was overlooking a reserve and wetlands area and had a lovely view of the water.
I had bought some cubed steak in Renmark for another camp stew that needed eating, so Paul cooked that up on the stove top. Whilst it was good, it lacked that smoky camp fire essence and that something extra only a good seasoned cast iron camp oven can give. Never mind.
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