We met a beauteous young girl, let's call him...Richard Handler. He heard we wanted to go to Australia and he happened to be flying there on a private jet on October 27th. Madeline couldn't make the fly date, as she was on a boat with a Globerollers ensemble until October 29th. So young Richard flew out with Roxy and Jules (our camera man and honorary Globerolling skateboarder) and flew Madeline out separately on the 29th.
We all congregated in the hotel the morning of the 31st (that flight is a long girl). Roxy and Madeline FaceTimed our lovers back home while Jules went to the gym (Jules makes us look bad on a regular basis). After we all showered, ate, and freed the nipple, we rolled out and headed for Manly beach. Apparently we need to be 15 hours ahead of our usual time zone in order to get out of our hotel room by noon.
We rolled to the dock where we were to catch a ferry to (wo)Manly beach. Jules filmed us rolling on board, in anticipation of Madeline being wrongly scolded for blading upon a water vehicle. Much to our surprise, no one said a word about the wheels. Australia is good.
We got to the beach and basked in the sun on the boardwalk. As we were leaving, we spotted a ramp over yonder that would take us all the way down to the beach. We told Jules to follow us with his trusty GoPro as we rolled over to our destiny. When we got to the ramp, we noticed how steep it was. We also noticed how it didn't take us as close to the water as one would hope. But we figured we'd hold on tight to our brakes and figure out the rest if we ever made it down to the bottom in one piece. After a few skid marks and burning-hand-moments later, we found ourselves rolling into the wet, compact sand. Much to our amazement, Roxy was able to force her wheels toward the ocean as Madeline tiptoed on her blades. We arrived at the ocean's foamy edge and spread our fleshy wings.
The journey back up the ramp was a little less smooth. As the tide got high, our wheels got wet and we prepared ourselves for a quick getaway. Madeline stomped her blades a few paces toward dry land then turned back to find Roxy stuck in her own tracks. Madeline did a U-turn and grabbed her friend because after all, no Globeroller gets left behind. Madeline waddled the two of them frantically backwards toward the ramp. When we approached the ramp Roxy showed no signs of wanting to push herself uphill as she did the wave with her arms. Madeline began to push and pant as a woman in her 200's approached us to ask in a frail Australian twang "g'day! You gals need some assistance?" Her luscious white curls blew in the gusting wind. We swore we didn't need help and she continued on her wobbly way. A beat later, we both turned to each other with deep regrets. We would have loved to see that young girl push the two of us up that massive ramp.
When we finally made it to the top, Jules asked us an important yet unsettling question. "What is Globerollers about?" We thought it was obvious, but were somehow stumped by our own lack of clarity. We aren't just a travel blog because Globerolling is a lifestyle, not an event. It's something we do anywhere and everywhere, whether it be in Australia or in our kitchens. We aren't necessarily advocates for accessibility either, because we want to live by example and not claim our own desires for ramps and elevators to be the desires of everyone else. We are about breaking through boundaries. We pointed to the bottom of the ramp and told young Jules, "Look at this ramp. We reached the end of the road for us and we chose to go further. Limitlessness. That's what we want for ourselves. And if that's what others want too, we want to be an inspiration to them." At every dead end there is a hidden fork in the road. You can choose to turn around and go back toward the road you know works for you, or you can push through, dirty up your tires, and touch the edge of the deep blue sea.