Greener pastures greeted the traveller as they crossed the countryside. Travellers who followed the well worn journeys of many others. Large dinosaur-like skeletons controlled the greening of paddocks. Those dinosaur skeletons rolled across the earth to deliver much needed water to nourish the parched ground so unlike that we had seen earlier on the western plains. Robust, steel, skeletons towered over their domains.Then, finally, a sign with printed blue, iconic symbols indicated that The Great Ocean Road stretched ahead.
Tourists flocked to signed vantage points. Hostile waves each with white crests pounded the shoreline. Cliffs were silently being re shaped as people stood at viewing platforms. Some cliffs were rough and jagged like shattered glass shards. Others stood smooth and straight as if carved by a master craftsman. Delicate sediments succumbed to the will of the incessant waves. Only time revealed the relentless invasion of the coast. Rusty red hues weakened and gradually fell to their knees before such might.Tourists cameras clicked rapidly. Cameras captured images of the tortured headlands and islands. None considered that history would only remember them in photographs snapped years ago by nameless tourists. Each lens created memories of colossal landmarks. Landmarks that inspired awe. Natural beauty not mimicked in photo shopped computer screens.
Each car park led to new vistas. Sea, water, waves and coastline reached beyond the horizon.
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