"I leafed to a passage that had to do with reaching one's destination... 'This is a great moment, when you see, however distant, the goal of your wandering. The thing which had been living in your imagination suddenly becomes part of the tangible world. It matters not how many ranges, rivers or parching dusty ways may lie between you; it is yours now for ever.' "
-- Alice Steinbech, Without Reservations
It was a cold evening/morning -- much colder than I expected. I had a flashback to a middle-school-aged-me watching a science video about the extreme temperatures in deserts. Now, I didn't regret smashing my poofy sleeping bag into a small suitcase & hauling it across the continent. I awoke to my first dull day in the red center with foggy windows and the morning sun low in the sky. Though the sun was blinding it did little to warm the air, and the shade was downright frigid.
My insides felt like they were crawling with ants. I was practically having muscle spasms I was so excited to get on the 20 km. road that lead solely to Uluru/Kata Tjuta National Park. As soon as I hit the Lasseter Highway I saw it! It had been there all evening. It had been there all morning, I just hadn't spotted it on the horizon.
Inside the only hire car on the road, I started to tear up. In a way, I gave up everything for this inanimate rock.... my home, summer, a boyfriend & puppy, a warm house, health benefits I so desparately need.... and it was magnificent. The moment was mine now; forever.
Instead, I hiked the 10 kilometer perimeter (however, it took me awhile to actually find the entrance to the trail). Since my Mom was not around to keep me entertained, I listened to my music -- something I hadn't really done in the last three months. I crossed one family during my entire circumnavigation of Uluru. I was beginning to adjust to the solitude of the desert.
As mentioned in all Aussie literature, Uluru had many "faces". At first sight it looked streamlined with smooth, subtle mounds. Another side of the monolith exhibited pockets of erosion. Though they looked tiny from the trail, I tried to picture a single member from the Anangu tribe within the crevace. How small would he (the women have their own, separate religous sites) look? How would he ascend to that pocket?