Today marks day four (I think) since taking FLIGHT. Commotion and haste have transformed into powerful forms of chill and relaxation.

Here’s the gravitational pull and mantra heading north out of Margaret River:

Right now I’m in Shark Bay at the minute outpost of Monkey Mia Dolphin Resort. Beyond the beyond, so to speak, and quite warm  for late spring here – 96F.  The nearest town is over 200 miles away. It’s really out there, mate. North to south on this rendering is over 600 miles…

I’ve pushed north from Margaret River and Perth through a vast space that toys with scale and measurement. Clicking off a hundred miles up here means passing no towns or settlements – or gas – just meandering on the coast, then inland, then back to the dazzling sea.

After reaching Geraldton, the largest town between Perth and Darwin that prides itself on exporting local grain and seafood, I decided to push further north. Several hours later I managed, through a bit of luck and a last minute recon, to catch the sun setting on Kalbarri National Park’s sandstone cliffs. Sublimely beautiful.

Last night was spent in Kalbarri, a delightfully small fishing and tourism town next to the national park. It’s really nice that I’m in the shoulder season of mid spring now – almost all places to stay have vacancies and the beaches and restaurants aren’t crowded. The beach and reef there in Kalbarri are pretty darned colorful. Shades are a must.

Priorities matter in life. What more might you need when chillin’ out here?

Colors and shapes bend the mind:

What I’m finding is that it’s all about vastness and space here. Very different from the eastern and southern coasts I visited last trip, where millions live and towns touch each other almost everywhere. Different is good, and decompressing into the zeitgeist here has been fun. No rushing, just deep breaths and being very  much in the moment. And I though Marin was chill…..

Tomorrow morning will bring up-close connections with the bottle nose dolphins who call this place home. In the mean time, it’s happy hour here, so a bevy is most definitely in order…