Today I took a bike ride along the dry riverbed that ran along the bottom of Radio Hill. It was reminiscent of the BMX days of yore, when we would ride our Mongooses up and down dusty dirt tracks behind Eram Road before the Eastern Freeway was built. This was different though in that there was no dirt here. Only rocks. Red, red, rocks. Big chunky red rocks and smaller chunky red rocks.
It was good to get out on a bike again. We dumped the bikes behind some shrubs and walked the rest of the way. Ash was going to take me on a track up Radio Hill but the Spinifex stopped us.
The sunset was nothing like I had ever seen before – it was fluorescent yellow. It was the most incredibly ethereal glow that washed over the surrounds like someone upstairs had switched on some party night-light. The gums reflected these shades of highlighter yellow while accenting the tangerines and ochre in the surrounding rocks. I’d seen some pretty amazing sunsets in central Australia, but this was awe-inspiringly spectacular. Even if I had brought along a camera, I doubt that I would have been able to capture the true depth of the sheer brilliance of the luminosity.
No photos from this un-planned trip.
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