A train thundered by as we walked along the railway line to the lake 
, it went by so fast we nearly got blown off our feet. On the way up the mountain the stones were all piled up in little mounds , it was a bit creepy fo such an untouched, isolated looking place. Then we got to the top of the mountain and we saw it wasn’t so untouched as we thought. We all added a stone with our name on it to the pile.
On the way back to Woomera the horn in our bus broke . It was a horendous noise, to pass the time while the tutors tried to fix it the group discussed who in the group we’d have to eat if we were stranded there. We decided on Stephan. Sorry Stephan, I hope you take it as a compliment. Somnething to do with you being the tastiest? The horn was fixed after about half an hour with some ‘electrical tape’. Although I heard whispers later that the tutors had to pay for a cut wire in the bus on its return.
The tutors told us to bring out paint brushes and nothing else. No easel, no paper. We drove along a dirt road and they told us to get out. It turns out the Woomera-Adelaide water pipeline was going to be our canvas. It was such a fun morning, half way through some of us abandoned brushes and fingerpainted, later I found a tennis ball and Brent and I loaded it up with gouache and took turns throwing it at the pipe. Some of my clothes were the worse for wear afterwards, but it was just a blast.
Woomera use to have 6000 residents, but then in dwindled to 2000 last year and now it is down to about 200. The houses on this site were all pulled down and now all that is left are remnants of driveways and little treasures like this piece of warped leggo hidden in the dirt.
Our friend Dee said that the creek mud made her skin feel 5 years younger.