Hanging out at the Edge of the Earth

This last weekend, Mother Goose swept us up, up and away to a land even further down under.

But, before I go much further, have I introduced Mother Goose yet?

A brief synopsis: He's our guide to the land down under.
And takes us on all of these fantastic adventures.
His name is mother goose, because we follow him around much like this:



So, Mother Goose was our guide to Albany, approximately a six hour drive.
In the back of a church bus.
Have I ever mentioned that I get really, reallllly motion sick?


And let me just tell you, Albany was absolutely gorgeous. If you get a sense from the map and the following pictures, it felt like we were on a cliff at the edge of the earth looking out at the abyss.
So, needless to say we had a fabulous time.
Despite any initial nausea.

In these pictures it's awfully hard to tell, but Albany was rainy and freezing for our weekend there. And it looks much closer to the coast of Ireland in my mind than the coast of southern Australia. My mind was blown.

At least all of this rain gear makes it appear like the weather was a bit gross.

We got to experience some pretty crazy things at the edge of the earth.

Including the natural bridge and the gap.

Here's the thing though, we spent a weekend in cold, windy, rainy generally speaking, crap, weather, but it definitely added to the beauty of everything.
It even made a shit photographer like myself make it look like something beautiful.

After the beauty that was the gap, we wandered over to a wind farm.
Let me just say, coming from the midwest and having to drive through wind farm country every time I want to drive somewhere, I was less than enthusiastic.
I was cold. And it was still gross out. And all I could think was, you want me to go back out there to hike up a hill and look at some windmills?
you've gotta be kidding me.


But even the windmills were beautiful.

And the view from above was spectacular.

If the weekend would've stopped there, I would've died happy just from the view I got to experience. 

But, we continued on to the Valley of the Giants.
This was... spectacular. Again, these photographs basically took themselves. Because I have negative skill.

And the whole gang:

And one of my favorite moments with one of my favorite girrrlz.

This picture doesn't do the height of the bridge justice. But I love this picture because it captures the energy of the weekend so greatly.

I'm sorry it's been so long since a post. 

I'm sorry for such a long, picture heavy blog post.

Okay. You caught me again, not really.

I took hundreds of gorgeous photos, and managed to narrow it down to these few, plus a few I stole from my besties that they captured.

But, for the sake of stopping this before it becomes a three page post, I'll cut it off now. This doesn't give a feel for the whole weekend, or explain the meadery or vineyards, but that's okay, because that'll just give me an excuse to post again :P

Tata for now.

XOXO