Firstly, we stopped at Vivonne Bay... where the waves were spectacular.
We also stopped at the Vivonne Bay general store, where we ate the most delicious lamb burgers. (There are a lot of fat lambs bred on KI for sale on the mainland).
Then it was onto the rather spectacular Kelly Hill Caves...
But first a little history and how they got their name:
The name of Kelly Hill Caves is a result of the story, how it was discovered. In 1880 a local stockman called Kelsy, riding on his horse Kelly, was chasing sheep that had strayed from his property. Unfortunately both of them fell into one of the big sink holes in the area. Kelsy managed to climb out, but he had to leave Kelly at the bottom of the sink hole. He returned soon with help to rescue the horse, but it was gone. Now oral tradition knows at least three versions of the end of this story, which makes the whole story a bit weird. The realistic version has it, the farmer may have gone back to the wrong hole. The optimistic version tells, the horse was later pulled to safety. And the mysterious end talks about Kelly the horse wandering off into the labyrinth of caves never to be seen again. And so its skeleton may still be somewhere in the caves waiting to be discovered.
All in all this story is definitely a good reason to name the caves after Kelly the horse. But the caves were still not discovered, just the existence of caves in this area was mentioned by the people.
The tourist history of the cave started with the local Harold Bell who explored the caves of the area and soon made the first guided tours with candlelight. He was appointed caretaker of the caves one year after the discovery and wrote a book about the cave the same year. At his time the chambers of the cave were numbered to allow visitors to find their way back.
Our tour guide was such a sweet young man, named Nick. He was so ocker (Aussie) and unpretentious in his description of the caves and their formation. They think that the some of the formations are over 500 000 years old!
Now, we were metres and metres underground but somehow these roots found their way down to the cave looking for water.
On our way back down the hill, once outside, we saw this rather large goanna.
On the way back 'home' to The Lookout, we stopped for another stunning photo opportunity at Pennington Bay.
If you want to backtrack to my earlier posts about Kangaroo Island, you can find them here....
Still a few more posts to come about Kangaroo Island and our trip, I hope that you are still enjoying the photos.