No doubt better minds than my own have found eloquence in the beauty of Western Australia’s Kimberley Region. The perfect words are beyond me. I just wander around gaping, whispering their four-lettered step children.
This place is empty and immaculate. Road signs are flecked with bullet holes, exclamation points on the futility of regulating a place so impossibly vast. Yet there is something to be found, and the more I stare at the sky, at the red grains between my feet, the more it looks like home.
Tomorrow I set off down the Great Northern Highway. For now, let me share the road behind.