Work? What work? Today was about taking in more beauty and wonder and marvels than my brain and heart and soul could possibly digest.
But first our guide, Reg Dodd of Arabunna Tours, showed us an ex-Dead Finish tree near the roadside, which some person(?) had recently taken a chainsaw to for firewood. There are almost none of the small trees, like Dead Finish and Mulga, left on these plains. Surely they would have been a scattered feature of the landscape not too long ago. And seashells in their millions, interspersed with the occasional fish vertebra where an ancient seashore was to become a borrow pit for road works until the local people stopped that atrocity.
On to Lake Eyre south. Not the lookout far from the shoreline but into an area known to Reg, and a lucky few, right next to the shore.
Down the short cliff across a mottled salty plane we walked. Then gingerly across plates cracked from the salty layer – some brittle, some firm – to the thicker crust of white, white salt extending, it seemed, forever.
Travelling away, I could almost convince myself that the cracked plates were gentle waves and the salt behind was water rippling with a non-existent breeze.
How to top that off? How about some cooking mounds that would escape the western eye but were verified by ash underneath the gibber, and fossil bivalves and trees. Not quite but …
And the occasional flower (without my flora, a pelargonium and a chenopod)
Island to Outback is supported by the Australian Government’s Regional Arts Fund through Country Arts SA