Here's where it gets ... exciting
The road from Lancelin up north
My planned coastal route always puts the ocean visible on our left, a personal driving preference
But when our car sighted a Road Closure / Detour on the highway
A heady and dangerous mix of gung ho, blind faith and sheer idiocy made me decide
To turn away instead of stopping to ask the road maintenance personnel
He'd ask me to go inland and the Brand highway; I made up his reply
No worries, I've got my GPS, we'll figure something out
More foolhardy words my brother the driver have yet to encounter
And so I traced the thin grey lines on the small screen of my smartphone
Take the backroads I instructed, we'll meet up with the main road later
Google Maps said so
It was the most harrowing drive I've ever experienced
The roads started to narrow, sealed, to gravel to sand, until the trail was hardly visible
Bushes, taller than the car, screeching as their fingers clawed the sides
Fenced in, glimpses of barb wire from between
And yet I pointed my finger ahead, 'Go, go, go'
Passengers mumbling in discontent and fear
Until Google Maps stopped saying so
The blue pointer blinked in a wide grey expanse and admittedly, I began to doubt
Relief! For not further on, a clearing in the bushes opened up to the joyful sight of a tarred road
And then the tyres picked that moment to sink in, trying to crest the sandy bump
Please please please, I stuffed my cold clammy hands underneath my legs
Reverse and floor it
Forty nerve wrecking minutes
And then there we were in the Pinnacles Desert
Paradise of rocks