The return back past the old camps. The remnant of steam-powered civilization’s outpost framed tiny on the vast space of this place. Reconstructing the long walk, I would be at least 11 days south of my destination, over a day south of the nearest human habitation. I am thrilled to be here. The railway is long gone. For all the environmental impact statements, the future mining incursions into the artesian water, the release of carbon to the atmosphere, the real impacts remain unknown. I am celebrating a little of civilization’s failures. Like the dingo, I am not sure what happens next. Am I alert, still reading the experience as it happens?