Last post about the Ocean, the Road, the Greatness, mmkay?

If I were reading a travely blog and an author who had previously devoted, say, 3 posts to an entire country had decided to dedicate a full weeks' worth of entries to her time driving around looking at agua, I'd be nap ready.  In a world of information availability, sensory overload, and imagery barrage where our imaginations are becoming an obsolete tool, spending a full 6 days driving alongside the sea to stare at various rock/wave combos sounds like a visit to yawn town, yes?

But at each of our many stops a watery soap opera was unfolding and it was damn riveting.  I'll concede that I'm all stocked up on the light houses, but the immensity and deafening sound of the ocean continues to enthrall me.  Since we've been in Australia, I can't imagine the number of hours the sea has stolen from my days.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

Ed's posted some sick vids and tons more on flickr, but here is are some sample stills stolen (as usual) from his collection:

That's not one of us, but we'd been on the edge of that rock about 10 minutes prior and were pretty pleased to have exited stage right before the tide came in.

The 12 Apostles are the main attraction.  They were cool, but we liked Loch Ard Gorge better.  Its the Epcot to the Apostles Disney.

Penny & I demonstrate scale at Gibson's steps.

To wrap up our tour of the Mornington Penninsula, the Bellarine Penninsula, and the Great Ocean Road, we classed it up with a visit to Cheeseworld in Allansford.  We were disappointed to find that Cheeseworld lacked a sense of irony and didn't peddle kitch.  But, my Mom got to relive her midwestern childhood in the farming museum, Ed bought a hat, I posed for this, and we all ate mad cheddah.