[While painting this scene of a group of older men gathering to admire the glowing walls of Stanley Chasm, I was reminded of the T-Team’s trek in 1977 with Mr. B. This wealthy man used to comfort and luxury, took on the challenges of roughing it camping with the T-Team. This stunning chasm is about 50km west of Alice Springs and is one of the first of many beautiful sites to visit in the MacDonnell Ranges.]
Exhausted, yet restless to advance
Ever onward in a trance,
A weary traveller…
Dad looked at his watch. ‘We have to go. Or we’ll be late.’
I raised my voice. ‘What about breakfast?’
‘Er, um, better not, if you’re flying,’ Dad said.
‘You might chunder,’ Rick laughed.
‘Aren’t I clever,’ my brother said.
‘How did you do that?’ I approached the cage. ‘G’day mate.’
The parrot cocked its head.
In a falsetto voice, I said, ‘Hello cocky.’
The bird bobbed its head.
The boys laughed.
‘What do you say, ol’ boy?’ Mr B badgered Dad.
‘I don’t know, it’s getting late.’
We edged around the southern foot of the mountain-sized boulders. Mr B leaned forward and peered at the hill leaning up against the designated highest peak. ‘I mean to say, we could give it a try.’
At the mouth of Walpa gorge, Kata Tjuta, we dumped our baggage under a tree, and then advanced up and into the gorge. The heat and flies evaporated as the dank shadows of the gorge’s walls towered over us.Read more "The T-Team With Mr B (14)"
My father and I sat in the dry river bed of the Finke River painting Mt Hermannsburg which towered above the river gums and spinifex.Read more "Mt Hermannsburg with Dad"