This SLices of Life comes to from the beach, in view of one of the key places I wanted to see in person, the Twelve Apostles along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria. Just like Mel Brooks and his Fifteen… Ten Commandments satire, sometimes you lose a few in the wash.
Clearly this was demonstrated how ephemeral Apostles made of limestone can be, as Carl Berger shared his 2002 photo of the same spot (and I am not making any inference linking Moses and Carl ;-)
There was another 10+ minute section for this slice, but once again, the levels on the Android Voice Recorder app went bonkers and the levels are way high. I think I found the right menu option to prevent this– the one that says “Your new iPhone 4S will be delivered before you get home from Australia”.
But here is this remaining slice…
I had descended to the beach just east of the Apostles, at Gibson Steps, one of the few places along this stretch where you can get to the beach.,It seemed like a place worthy of generating reflection…
And it should at least provide some impetus on reflecting on life vs kvetching about my damned phone. I had left melbourne the day before, where my friend and former Maricopa Colleague, Jan, picked me up at the Hilton. Jan had moved here in the 1990s and has undergone the full transformation to become a real Aussie (she lives here). We took the inland route through some lovely country side, and got to see some views from volcanic crater rims, even seeing the real black swans.
But it was the beach that called– I am a desert dweller, and I do like my mountains, but I also love the beach. It’s where I spent all my summers as a kid, and the sound of the ocean brings me peace.
With my work done on this trip that paid for the way over, I can be coasting now, sitting back, but am I also trying to Always Be Reflecting.
My reflecting was distracted by seeing Steven Seagull who wandered over to join slice of life (it made my think of Scottlo’s slice episode describing the muscular dude in black with the black hand bag.
I have another two weeks of holiday travel here in Australia, it is in a way another leg of my road odyssey, which technically ended when I drove Red Dog into my driveway on November 19, but I am including this trip just the same.
I have plans to spend the holidays in Canada (#occupycanada continues)- but what will take place in 2012, Mayan calendar destruction? Me figuring out what to do in life? Scottlo is finishing his reflective marathon of 4 mnths, I am just setting out. But the trip is really over, time to figure out whats next
So there are apparently no longer Twelve Apostles, maybe only 8, they seem kind of hard to come by or fragile. Not what you really expect for Apostles.
Maybe there is a message in a bottle round here…