Saturday, 11-May-2024
From the black sand beach, I noticed another beautiful rock formation by the sea. I didn’t have any detailed plans for the day, and had more than enough spare time to do a bit of exploring… so I saddled back up onto my trusty van-steed, put the drone batteries on the charger, and charged off myself.
The first thing I noticed when driving into Dryholaey wildlife park was the signs, very clearly stating that drones were NOT, in any way shape or form, allowed in the park boundaries.
That’s fine. I’m not sad. You’re sad. Shut up.
I pressed onward, though. I wasn’t going to miss out on getting to experience something pretty, just because I couldn’t let my small orange buddy take to the skies… I mean, I’d prefer to be able to share pretty pictures when I can, and sea stacks are definitely best views from the air… but hey. This trip is mainly an opportunity for me to stretch back out into my own soul, after being compressed down by jobs and life and Oregon, so…
Yeah, philosophy aside I pressed onward.
Even without Droney flying around, it was staggeringly beautiful. A huge window through a sea cliff soared below me, and countless birds cried and wheeled above – Looking around, I could tell why drones aren’t allowed in Dryholaey. It’s a bird sanctuary, with thousands nesting in the cliffs below where I was parked.
I wandered, explored… and moseyed onward.
I did, I admit, fly the drone a little bit after I left the bounds of the park. I didn’t even consider flying back toward the nesting grounds, obviously, but I did get some beautiful pictures of an abandoned farmhouse nearby!
