This week’s reflection on gratitude is about a local place I’ve visited.
I live in Western Australia, the largest state in Australia. Everything here outside Perth’s urban sprawl is quite a distance away, but still considered local to WA. The ‘local’ place that holds a special place in my heart is 1,600 kilometres away from Perth. The Pilbara.
When I first flew to Karratha for work, I felt like I had stepped back in time. Millions of years back in time. Billions. The geology and vegetation in the area was simply amazing. The rocks, the rocky hills, red sand. Despite the mining boom largely focused in the area, it was just a short drive away from all of that to reach the natural landscape.
My work trip there was to investigate the local water supply. Lucky for me, part of the investigation included a boat ride with the ranger. I was able to go where very few people have ever been. The water cut through the ancient rock formations, and I was given the rare privilege of being shown some Aboriginal rock art, hidden in a secret cove on the water.
There’s a feeling that’s hard to describe, when you’re in the middle of nowhere in an ancient place like this. It smells old and simple and wonderful.
I’ll never be able to experience it again, but I am so thankful that I got a one in a million chance to see what I did. I will definitely go back to the Pilbara one day and continue my explorations of this awesome place.