Singing old theme songs from the TV shows of our childhood; attempting to surf choppy waves in numbing water; an abundance of snacks.
Walking through a little opening in the wall of trees as though entering a whole new realm; the scent of damp leaves lining the forest floor, an instant stillness in the air that only muted footsteps and distant birdcalls can cut through, thousands of trunks stretching in perfect vertical lines towards the patches of light above. Stepping down to the river, taking off our shoes, and racing sticks down the rapids. Climbing the felled log stretching over the bank; a different perspective.
Climbing over barriers to pick our own way down to the rocks resting on the edge of the deep pool. Proceeding to climb over the impossibly mossy stones around to the base of the waterfall, standing behind the curtain of icy water that plummets down like hailstones.
At ground level, appreciating immensity. Seagulls try to steal our chips.
The scene transforms as late afternoon sun sets. We hug ourselves with jackets draped around our shoulders, the view entrancing; for a moment we forget about the raging winds.
// Great Otway National Park. Great Ocean Road.