dusty, long freight trains, road and rail, dry scattered southern plains, hire car packed full, midnight sky, drive drive drive, through and into the night. Delirious mess, a whole 24 hour transit, from the very north-west down to the south. Well in need of sleep as our eyes bleed, two white lines on a never-ending road. Service station meals, a mission on wheels, we were bound for the unknown. Pull up, shut up, set up, sleep up, swags at a servo. No time to think what the waves may be doing, as I remember what turn to take, gathering supplies as the sun breaks.
Fog, misty fog, a maze on dirt roads, expectations of a swell at the bottom of the country where silence is silent. Isolation at its finest.…
