I had a plan this holiday. A plan that would let us feel how far we were traveling. A plan to connect us to the geography of this vast island we live on. A plan to see the sun set over the ocean in the west and a week later to see it rise over a different ocean in the east.
Our road trip started on the evening of the Summer Solstice - we drove 800km west into what felt like a never ending sunset and the next night we were on the jetty to see a summer sun set at Glenelg, where I grew up.
Two weeks later, three days ago we left South Durras after a week of activity that saw us too exhausted to get up for 5:50 sunrises. I thought my plan wasn't going to come together. We managed to see the sun over the ocean on the morning we left, 20 minutes after it first peaked above the horizon.
No one else in the family was overly enamoured of this plan of mine but I thought it was a little magical.