Whispers from the Edge

The coastal ribbon of the Tarkine Drive unfurled before us, a tapestry woven with drama and breathtaking beauty. Bluff Hill Point Lighthouse offered a familiar embrace, echoing the expanse we'd witnessed at Marrawah. A single-lane bridge, slender and stark, carried us over the dark waters of the Archer River, a prelude to the exhilarating spectacle that awaited.

The Edge of the World, where the Arthur River met the ocean, lived up to its name. A mesmerising dance of colours unfolded, tannins swirling with the aqua hues of the Western Ocean, each crashing wave a testament to nature's power. The wind, an offshore maestro, conducted a symphony of whitecaps and spray.

A plaque resonated with the vastness, etching Brian Inder's poem onto our souls:

"I cast my pebble onto the shore of Eternity.
To be washed by the Ocean of time.
It has shape, form, and substance.
It is me.
One day I will be no more.
But my pebble will remain here.
On the shore of eternity.
Mute witness from the aeons.
That today I came and stood
At the edge of the world.”

Time seemed to melt away as we captured this unique and beautiful place in photographs and videos.

Fate, disguised as a two-minute encounter at a gas station days ealier, led us to Chris's Shack, whose kindness offered us a haven on his front lawn for two nights – the ocean our front yard.

Departure morning arrived, heralded by wind, rain, and an ocean flexing its might. Silvers and greys painted the scene, a spectacle of raw power that ignited our adventurous spirit. We donned our wet-weather armour, jackets zipped with anticipation, ready to delve deeper into the Tarkine Loop. The journey ahead promised new chapters in our Tasmanian odyssey, each one a thread woven into the unforgettable tapestry of our travels.Leggi altro