We’ve done the tough bush drive before,
to stand on its salt encrusted shoreline
and see nothing but salt,
white salt,
as far as you can see.
But this was different,
to pay someone in a small aeroplane
to fly us over its enormity,
to see it from above,
our last big bush adventure.
First it’s the dunes,
marching parallel, row on row,
into the desert,
seemingly static
but actually moving, with time
over thousands of years.
Then the shoreline,
desert sand giving way to salt,
salt and more salt,
before water
from tropical storms
half a continent away
in another State.
The vastness takes you over.
You feel like an alien.
You watch in awe.
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