In the chill of the morning, while some of us were pulling sleeping bag hoods around our ears, Libby was up getting the fire started. The night before we’d decided there was no urgency about getting going in the morning. That, at least, was my excuse for staying à bed. But the warm flicker of flames that lit the hut proved the ultimate in gentle alarm clocks. How we humans are drawn to the flames!
[Drawn to the Flames!]
[Across the plains, with fire aftermath around us]
[Searching for Innes Track]
[A wedge-tailed eagle at "Eagle Rock"]
[Orange Everlasting flowers thriving after fire]