28 July 2010
red desert dreaming
The fourteen year old has gone away camping in the Outback. I spent the weekend with him shopping for over a week's worth of food* that is light to carry and easy to prepare over a tiny camping stove, and doing as much pre-cooking as we could. He headed off at the ungodly hour of 5.00am with his sleeping mat and bag, hiking boots, a tarp (they sleep under the stars), several lots of pasta sauces, lots of powdered milk, and a rucksack full of homemade muesli bars.
His elder brother went on this same camp two years ago so I know he will come home exhausted, covered in a fine red sand, filled with awe over the indigenous Dreamtime stories, and about a foot taller.
I miss him.
* A week's worth, plus enough spare food for two days in case it rains and the desert roads close. Gulp.