That Rugged Nullabor Coast
A sense of awe stole over me when I stood on the Nullabor coastline and looked out across the Southern Ocean. There was nothing between the cliffs underneath my feet and Antarctica except the wind and waves. That January day, the heat was fierce, yet the spray coming off the ocean drumming against the cliffs made my visit to this isolated place bearable. The Nullabor coastline (Photo credit: Sonia Morell) As I leaned on the barrier of the lookout that separated me from the cliff face, I wondered how many different shades of blue exist. The sky overhead stretched a deep cobalt blue, while hints of light flecked the azure waves under the sun. When I turned off the Nullabor Road and trundled in the four-wheel-drive across the sand to where the land met the water, the rest of the world faded away and I knew only the wonder of nature. The road was no longer visible and the hum of traffic died away. All that remained was the roar of the ocean. It is wise not to stand too close to the cliff e...