The Days of Miracle and Wonder

So where to start?  I think it’s been about a week since I last posted…I’ll be honest…I feel a little overwhelmed with keeping track of all that I’ve been seeing and doing.  I was kept quite busy over in Perth. Kim was in charge of all the planning and she was an exceptional hostess. 

On the night before we took off southward for our caravan camping trip, the housemates convinced me to watch a film called Wolf Creek…. yeah, it’s about backpackers who drive up to this canyon and then when the vehicle breaks down, a local bushman ‘helps’ them out.  It’s turns grusome and the one male backpacker manages to survive.  It’s based on a couple of real-life murderers.  Awesome!  ..actually it’s a good movie – just the timing was just ’bout ‘nough to give one nightmares.

All the more eager to get on the road (that’s sarcasm), Kim and I drove south the next day.  We intended to stop in Bunbury to hit up an exhibition footy match but were lead astray by three different locals! – really – they all seemed so helpful, but we were pointed in three entirely different directions! We circled the small city many times over and when we finally found the field we were told the game didn’t start for another nine hours.  We decided the wineries deserved our full attention, and continued on down the road. 

We stopped for petrol and while I was in line for the toilet, a young woman asked where we were headed.  She mentioned that her and her boyfriend were playing at a brewery later that same day.  I neglected to get more detail as I was side-tracked by the next stall coming available.  Too bad, but we had lots to do and see that day anyway.

Capel Vale, our first winery, was just down the road.  The region is home to over a hundred wineries and everywhere we looked there were row upon row of grape vines.  It’s stunning!

Next stop – lunch at the Bootleg Brewery…and, what do you know?  Our friend from the gas station was there at the mic, guitar in hand.  We sat down for some lunch, great tunes, beer and great conversation.  Beautiful. 

We made our way to Prevelly Park to camp for the night.  We sat on the beach and drank our wine.  Ate some Irish stew and reminisced about camping many years ago.  The two of us have had some great experiences up in Tofino back in Canada.  It’s a little surreal to realize we’re camping together in Australia only a few years later.  

So we had a great time exploring the Margaret River Area.  We went through the Boranup Forest, toured through a huge cave, watched the surfers from the beaches, saw the south-western most tip of the continent and swam where the Southern Ocean meets the Indian Ocean.  We went into town to enjoy more live music, and saw a few more wineries as well (including a nice little organic winery that we stopped at twice!). 

We chatted with some gents at the bookshop/internet cafe in Margaret River and learned they were not only brothers but one of them had written and published a book on Surfing, and the other had lived in Canada (on Saltspring Island).  Boy the locals are nice – we wanted to stay for karaoke! 

We landed ourselves back in Perth that evening and got to bed early; we needed to rest-up for Saint Patrick’s Day celebrating the next night.  We went out with a real-live Irish chap and we had a good time. 

So my last few days in Perth were spent visiting and beaching and trying to get through some of the wine we had purchased.  I really did fall for Perth. I have a feeling I will find myself back on the west coast before my return home.  The people are great, the beaches beautiful.

On the plane back to Brisbane I find myself contemplative again.  I try to watch the movie but it’s really bad so I listen to music and think about my first two weeks down-under.  Time is  quite relative when traveling.  I guess it always is.  It takes forever to wait for something and then only moments to enjoy that same something.  I’m glad my time down here hasn’t absolutely flown by – I’m trying to appreciate the now….focus on what’s happening at present.  This is a hard lesson.  I could spend my whole life trying to live in the moment. That being said, I think we need time for reflection as well…and some time to enjoy the thought of future prospects. 

Anyway, I lose myself in the stars as I cup my hands over the window.  I see the bright pinpoints of light in the sky; the stars are clear and exact.  The small dusting of light below are indications of civilization but if I look through them I can pretend they, too, are stars.  Now I’m surrounded by distant celestial bodies. No longer am I being edged into the wall by the snoring man beside me (he oozes over the armrest).  I’m now flying through space.  The lights below start to connect as the towns get bigger…they are simply other spacecraft traveling along with mine, or other galaxies as seen from the side.   My fantasy starts to crumble as the lay of the land becomes apparent - the sprawl of the city taking over.  And we land – the plane on the ground – and me, back to reality.

Theme Songs of the Day:

The first Day of My Life - Bright Eyes, from the album I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning

Never Going Back Again – Fleetwood Mac, from the album Rumours