dave marks
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They call them 'Remarkable Rocks,' but the most remarkable thing about them is the wind's sheer, unadulterated aggression. From the moment I stepped out of the car, I was locked in a personal battle against an invisible force that seemed determined to launch me into the Great Southern Ocean. I wasn't so much walking as I was doing a very slow, sideways moonwalk, leaning into the gale at a 45-degree angle just to stay upright. The air wasn't a gentle breeze; it was a physical entity, howling a prehistoric shriek and attempting to steal my hat, glasses, and dignity simultaneously.
The rocks themselves are impressive, I suppose, if you can actually stop long enough to appreciate them. My photos look less like a scenic landscape and more like an action shot of a person trying to survive a wind tunnel. My hair was a single, horizontal entity. It's a breathtaking spot, literally, because the wind steals your breath right out of your lungs. 5 stars. Would get blown away again