The absolute highlight is our stopover at the Head of Bight, where the sheer majesty of the ocean and cliff panorama weakens us at the knees. That, and Jack completing a camping rite of passage when, on day 2 of our great Nullarbor trek, he sets off with shovel and dunny-paper to do his first bush bog. Ah, the naches.
|The famous Nullarbor sign that keeps appearing as we travel down the Eyre Highway. A complete over-promise. We do not see a single camel, kangaroo or wombat the whole way.|
|The view from the front seat, which fails dismally to capture the sheer magnificence and scale of the flatliner horizon abutting heavenly skies.|
|Cuddles at the cliff top lookout at the Head of Bight. Great shot, Rikki!|