Red Rock, Big Heart
You can see it from miles away, but nothing really prepares you for the moment Uluru fills your windscreen. We’d been before, years ago — but this time, we arrived with the moho, our motorbikes, and a little more time to take it all in.
We settled in at the campground and made a loose plan: no rush, just wander, watch, and soak up the stillness. There’s a quiet rhythm out here — early mornings, long shadows, and warm, open skies that stretch wider than you think possible.
Over a couple of days, we circled Uluru more than once — walking sections of the base, pausing to read the stories, and watching the rock shift colour from soft grey to deep rust, depending on the light. There’s something grounding about walking here. The silence is different. Thicker, somehow.
And then there was Kata Tjuta. We made the short drive out and did the Valley of the Winds walk, where giant domes tower around you and the breeze whistles through the gaps like a desert lullaby. Tough going in parts, but worth every dusty step. but that’s a story for another time
By the time we packed up to leave, we felt a little quieter ourselves — as if the red centre had pressed pause for us, just for a few days. We’d seen the postcards and read the brochures, but being here, really being here, is something else.
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