It takes us three days to cross the Nullarbor. Three days travelling through a landscape that leaves us awestruck and humbled in equal measure. Vast plains stretch as far as the eye can see in every direction, with an evolving terrain that blends continuously from grass to shrub to sand to dust, from dense to sparse, from dark to light. We camp in the wilderness both nights, bearing witness as the days turn to night then back to morning once again.
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.
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| 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. |
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| The view from the front seat, which fails dismally to capture the sheer magnificence and scale of the flatliner horizon abutting heavenly skies. |
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| Mum and daughter at the whale lookout at the Head of Bight. Unfortunately we are not visiting during whale season but the waveless ocean and its vivid hues of blue are more than enough to keep us captivated. (Although truth be told, the kids were more captivated by the caterpiller that they saw on the hand rail at the lookout - "Wow, look! Yellow AND black! Did you see it, dad? Did you see it, mum?) |
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| Cuddles at the cliff top lookout at the Head of Bight. Great shot, Rikki! |
