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We decided to explore the southern most point known as Whaler’s Way. The area is privately owned and so we had to obtain a permit and key from the Visitors Information Center. This was one of the “gems” that the staff at the centre had shared with us when we first visited. We simply rocked up and politely said “where are some of the places that the locals like to visit?”
We packed a picnic lunch and headed out. We weren’t exactly sure what to expect as the lady in the tourist information didn’t exactly sell it to us. She almost apologized in advance for the “tired ” amenities and signage that we would encounter but added that the scenery would be spectacular. We paid the $30 as our curiosity mounted. 
When we arrived there, it was about 35km from town, we unlocked the gate and headed in onto a 4WD track. We had been provided with a map and told to follow the weathered signage around the point. 
We were so pleasantly surprised and experienced a few breathless moments when the views literally took our breath away. We saw dolphins frolicking in the water below us and the most amazing rock formations and degradation. 
We had actually been a little underwhelmed with Port Lincoln prior to this. Although, we have to keep in mind that some of the places we have been so far have been so amazingly beautiful that they provide a pretty high comparison rate and as we progress further and further into our travels, our standards are pretty high. 
Port Lincoln is a lovely seaside town but until seeing the views at Whalers Way today I would have happily bypassed it and only perhaps returned at the time of year when they hold their famous “Tunarama” festival, complete with tuna tossing competitions. That sounds like fun and would have given an added reason to spend some time in the region.
We explored all the sights on the map. We saw the oldest rock in South Australia at 2,643 million years, (give or take 130 million years or so) and had to constantly be aware of the sheer cliff faces that you could fall down if you stepped on a bit of overhanging ground that had erosion underneath. 
We had a nervous moment with Caleb when he walked through the bush to a clearing of sand. He started to run forward to the edge, until he heard us yelling for him to stop. He stopped his complaining when Ray took him to the side of the edge and showed him that there was actually nothing holding up the ground he was about to step on.
It was a 191 metre drop to the ocean. Caleb stayed well clear from then on and preferred to look for animal tracks after that. He gave us some pretty convincing Steve Urwin type dialogues, which almost had us looking around us for a “man eating animal of some description”. 
We stopped to use the “amenities” which were easily the worst we have ever come across. I admit I screamed when the water was blood red (obviously rust) as I instantly imagined a dead body floating in the water tank. 
We headed home thoroughly pleased with our adventurous day and feeling like Port Lincoln redeemed itself in our eyes and was absolutely a definite must see location on anyone’s trip to South Australia.