Headed for Perth, Western Australia on a Wednesday evening My Love and I packed our bags to the brim. Upon check-in at the airport we had to even out the weight from our bags..
he had put his shoes in the carry-on luggage saying “incase my feet get cold!”
In all the eight years I have known him, never has he had cold feet!
Two movies in and my second complimentary wine, I leaned over to view the city lights and rest my sleepy head against his shoulder.
My eyes following street lights like a maze. Getting lost in my own thoughts. Imagining the people, the places & the adventures ahead.
I was in a bubble of excitement to experience a place I had never been. And I would have my camera in one hand and My Love in the other.
From that moment, I loved him more.
Being excited for everyday is the best. Adventures are the best.
After the celebrations of Michelle and Blake‘s sweet Sandalford wedding, we made a bee line to pick up our home away from home.
Dreaming of seafood and sand between our toes, we hit the frog and toad to Freemantle in our Britz camper van!
Bring on the Road Trip!
When we made the decision to have a camper van holiday, we also agreed we would not plan our exact destinations but rather go where ever the wind blew.
Though, after experiencing our first sunset together over the sea in Freemantle, with a quick nod we’d soon agreed our nights were to be spent by the sea, watching every falling sun.
Our second destination was an easy selection. The next most western point: Peron, Western Australia.
Listening to Chet Faker all the way!
Gracetown with Sophie and Nick for a night and a day.
As our wine stash dwindled, by day we were taste testing and re-stocking, by night we were being captivated by the radiating colors in the sky and sipping on fine reds.
From the warmth of our camper, I imagined the wind hugging us tightly as we happily walked the Busselton jetty.
It didn’t. and I wasn’t. It was powerful and cold and slapped at our faces with no remorse.
But, for these memories alone, I am glad we walked.
Where Margaret River meets the ocean.
Where I was the happiest of happy.
Why i will be forever thankful I taught My Love how to use the camera remote.
(The entire trip his feet were never once cold. But I did learn shoes and carry on luggage are safest for diamond rings when flying..)
Pemberton. Warren National Park.
A night of no internet connection, no phone reception and nothing but good times. We celebrated with S+N and the finest bubbles of the region.
The four of us drank, ate, we laughed and we won UNO. We were simply winning at life this night.Cape Leeuwin, Western Australia.
Everywhere my eyes wondered, my breath struggled to keep up. I could feel my heart bursting with joy.
I was truly in love, with all that my eyes could see.
You really should add Western Australia to your Bucket List.
Rikki Jones Photography