Dreamtime of Lake Eyre

2/9/99

We arrived at Lake Eyre in the late afternoon. Mark and Bilbo were flying over us in their Paraglider. It was like a scene from a Mad Max movie. The camels were not phased. The keepers of Lake Eyre Camp has kept us for a week. The wonderous giant salty puddle is comfort to all who stop by here.

Uncle Kevin, Arabunna elder of this land, told us the dreamtime story of how the lake was created.

With the red glows of a sun just set we sat in a circle before the worlds most beautiful humpy. Surrounding a ceremonial fire, the origional governer of all, we listened to Uncle Kevin speak. He told us of a man who went out with his dogs to kill a kangeroo, only he killed the wrong one. He took it to a tribe only they did not want it for it was not the right one. He took it to another tribe only they didn't want it either for it wasn't the right kangeroo. So the man decided to eat the kangeroo himself and he pinned the skin out which became Lake Eyre.