In July of 2016 we visited a place called Split Rock in Western Australia. It’s only a short drive from the iron town of Port Hedland not far off the highway and is a popular overnight spot for travellers. The flat landscape gives way to three monoliths in a triangle with the campsite flat in the middle.
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As soon as we stopped the van we both knew it had to be climbed. Only a little hill but in a land so flat every hill is a mountain and every mountain feels sacred. So we start climbing, a little black cat looking back expectantly as I stumble over the loose rocks. No leash, no teather, just a trust that when we get to the top we will have each other.
And we did. Every thing seems tiny on top. Our home, the road trains on the highway, and all the day’s worries. To sit for just a moment, with the last of the sun’s rays in your eyes and think, “Everything is okay”