The Adventure
In the semi-darkness we drove slowly along the winding road, my brother and I pressing our noses to the window staring at the mist rolling in over the choppy ocean. Light from a ship peeked at us from the horizon, adding to the surreal feeling of the journey. We rounded a corner and saw a red traffic light blocking half of the road. Through the mist it looked eerie, like a glowing eye searching us out. Dad slowed the car amidst ideas flying around as to why there would be a traffic light on the Great Ocean Road. The light went green and we drove on, past work sites long deserted by the men who laboured there until we rounded another corner and the sight was gone. Many bends in the never-ending road later, we rounded a final corner, and as we descended the hill saw the tiny bay that was to be our home for the next week.
After painstakingly pitching our tent in the darkness, we cooked baked beans and toast on our miniature camp stove. My brother and I sat quietly underneath the tree to w