Well actually the first time we got to the ocean we never actually got to touch it, the tide was so far out and the road leading to it was collapsed with mud. That’s when our mood changed. We needed that swim. It’s like when you eat a whole 4 bags of salt and vinegar chips, the dry thirst. I’ve never eat 4 bags straight to myself, i’ve done two and that was painful so i imagine 4 would be next level. I haven’t crossed many deserts but the need of a drink after heaps of chips is on a comparable level. Either way we contemplated a one way journey in the van to the beach to get out dose of salt water. The oasis waving over the hot sand could have been the water, google maps said so.. but the sun wasn’t in our favour. I didn’t want to die. We made a smart decision to hold out another couple of days till our next bit of coast. Actually it was only 14hrs, we made a group decision we wanted the water time that bad so I did an overnighter pin balling our way to get closer to our destination, the South Australian Coastline.
Me yelling “We’re here” to the sleeping crew in the van at 4am unsurprisingly they weren’t over the moon but opening the door to the smell of salt water helped. Frustrated sleepyheads setting up tents mixed with bitter cold wind cross with hearing the waves in the darkness, was a love hate relationship.
Holy shit, the following morning, well not really following, more like a couple hours later we woke to huge rough cliffs and beautiful raw coast lines. And I mean it. This was more stunning to me than the Great ocean Road. It was raw, it was rough, it was untamed and fun. It wasn’t manicured, it was adventure and we were there to see what we find.
The whole area I cant sum up enough to be honest. It had so much to be discovered. We had to decide to go south or go north.