Our journey to Lake Mungo was not as dramatic as twenty years ago. We found a thumb tack pierced into one of our wheels. We know the thumb tack should be quite shallow but we didn't want to take the risk and took the car to the tyre repair shop.
We took this opportunity to have another cannoli at The Italian and pie lunch at Banjo's. Mario was at The Italian too, dropping off fresh orange juice.
The drive was interesting. There were a lot more trucks due to the road works. We found out later that Arumpo Road, the road to Lake Mungo will be completely sealed. My heart sank when I heard this as the remoteness is one reason that contributes to its beauty. It is going to be filled with Instant-grammers; tick boxers, vandals, and rubbish. A price we pay in the name of progress, tourism, and income for the locals.
There is an increase in feral goals compared to twenty years ago too. This saddened me as it meant the local fauna will have to compete with the goats. It also informed me the funding tor national park is low as there are less traps and management of land.
Room 1 at the Shearer's Quarters will be our home for the next four nights. There were three bunk beds, a console table, a chair and most importantly a reversed cycle air-conditioner. There is a well equiped shared kitchen and dining as well as a shared outdoor fire pit and dining area between the kitchen and sleeping quarters.
We visited the Shearing Shed. The access has been upgraded. The smell of wool filled the dusty air inside. I could imagine the systematic hustle and bustle; and sounds of bleeting and drips of sweat on the slatted floor of the past.
The sunset was glorious. It felt great to be back. I remember why I fell in love with this place two decades ago.
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