This Is Water

A place I"d heard stories of, near on fifteen years ago.

A bare granite slab sitting just below the surface, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, on the south coast of Western Australia. Covered in barnacles, ungodly amounts of water, unrideable. 

Swimming around out here is wild. The undercurrent after every wave does not stop trying to drag you into the middle towards certain doom.  My experience was worsened by the four-metre swell slamming the coastline on what was actually a rare cloudless, beautiful day. The contrast between the beauty of the surroundings to the seriousness of the situation and immense danger was so vast. 

The amount of time between knowing of this place, and experiencing it leads me to wonder... Australia is so old. 

How long has this wave been doing this? 

Did the indigenous see it from land? 

One can only assume it was like this in the Dreamtime. 

This Is Water.