Makely's perspective - great ocean road
Trip Start Mar 10, 2009
39Trip End Nov 09, 2009
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I have never laughed so hard and we are already making some unique memories. I will not relive the story that birnie will put on the blog about our night in Port Campbell, however I would like to fast forward to the next morning and our hiking in Twelve Apostle National Park which included Loch and Gorge, the Blowhole and Thunder Cave.
We arrived at around 8am to a very rainy and windy day. It was cold and we were fairly bundled up as we went to check out Thunder Cave
As we went to the lookout for Thunder Cave, which gets its name from the sound that is generated from the waves crashing into the cavernous walls, we decided to ignore the posting to stay within the designated lookout areas and brave the steep decline to the ledge that provided entry into the cave. It must also be noted that additional signage was prevalent to warn against the slippery and unstable rock/cliffs made extra dangerous from all of the rain. Nonetheless, I took it upon myself to hop the fence, walk gingerly along the slippery ledge and make my way into Thunder Cave.
Birnie was my personal photographer, taking some nice pics of my journey in, and soon after followed suit. If was really pretty amazing to be inside the cave, checking out all of the carved initials of many before us, and watching the swell make thunderous booms every few minutes.
As I sat inside the beast, I started thinking about a book that I recently read by author Paulo Coehlo. For those that don't know, he is the Author of the Alchemist and other kind of, self help - how to live your life - type fictional tales. At any rate, The Zahir, the book I had recently read, spoke of giving up your preconceived notions to take a chance. It is supposed to create a feeling of invulnerability, strength and inner power. At this point please read Birnie's entry about our night in Port Campbell to see why I desperately needed to feel like a man again :)
So I stood up, emptied my pockets and decided I was going to try to get a little bit lower on the slippery rocks, and see if I could get down to where the waves were crashing
I slowly started moving down the wall of the cave and my personal photographer apparently took some interest in my endeavor.
In all honestly, I barely got five feet lower than where I was - but deeper into the cave(the rocks were super slippery), and I heard Birnie say something from across the cave. It was impossible to hear his exact words from the loud echo thunderous background the cave provided, so I looked back to see he had his camera in hand. I thought he was about to take my pic, so I raised my arms to show my manliness in the shot when I soon realized why he had yelled something. A rogue wave had entered the cavern, and boy was it a biggie. I didn't even have time to grab onto anything and honestly, I didn't see it coming until it had already hit me. The f'ing wave crushed me like a linebacker and how the hell I kept my feet I have no idea. Although very cold, invigorating and exciting, I was lucky as hell that this wave didn't knock me off my feet and sweep me into the crevasse about 20 feet below. To be truthful, it was funny as hell, and birnie captured it on video - but after the event, I really could have been severely injured and perhaps worse had I slipped down into the gully. At this point I would like to thank Carl's Jr. for helping a fat kid stay grounded. Due to my short stature and impressive girth, I had weathered the worst this beast could offer, and I had regained my manhood from the night before! Birnie and I laughed so hard, we almost passed out and the best part was that he had captured it all on video. So sweet. Enjoy the shots and movie clip and stay tuned for more on the Adventures of Mambo and Ding as we search for White Castle.