With restrictions lifting and borders re-opening, the last six or so weeks have felt like a camera re-focusing. A shift that’s been defined by the injection of great distance and new adventures with special company.
Sometimes I feel the pressing weight of familiarity but most days I still feel that the window of exploration is well and truly open.
After returning from life on the road, I spent some time thinking about ‘what’ as opposed to ‘where’ I would like to explore.
Being in the right part, of the right country, at the right time has opened the door for so much exploration.
Drawn to the water, I sat myself on one of the sandstones that formed over thousands of years. Gazing over the beach, I was swept away with the enormity of the coastline. With the view framed by Tin Pan Bay and Double Island Point, all the senses came to life.
When the rains came, they told me I was ‘stuck’. Unless I wanted to retrace my steps back along the bitumen, travelling the Oodnadatta Track would require an extreme patience and a real slowing down.
An evening in the wind tunnel was a stark reminder of how being in the wild pushes your senses to the edge.
It’s often said that Australians hug the coast. What I’ve learnt travelling across New South Wales is that we cling to the Great Dividing Range.