Before you get to Berri turn right the Goyder route end point the Flinders Ranges The landscape opens up fills our eyes ...

The pale red of the dunes. Cloaked horizon. The sharp blue-white of salt in my retinae. Deep contrast, eons of erosion immensurable...

Meter by meter we moved away kilometer by kilometer we were rediscovering re-imagining. I dreamed, you dreamed of essentially others...

Flying high the spinifex disappeared, the acacias and casuarinas disappeared, the hills disappeared. Roads were lines without beginnings....

Listen to the running water! Suggested the memories and the voices fleeting echoes hugging ancient granite blocks prehistoric ferns...