Kalkani, a place of no water. It sits quiet now; a volcanic cone born in the Dreamtime, one weathered to a shadow of its former self. Once it was a mighty volcano, which scarred the earth across great distances leaving lava flows that today attract those adventurers and travellers who are curious and excited about these things.
Traveling around the north western corner of the North American continent these last weeks have bought me to an appreciation of what really is ‘Young America’. What I mean by this is that the North American continent is relatively young. It is very much a volcanic landscape here in Oregon, Montana, Utah, Wyoming even as far down as California and there abouts. Indeed everywhere we have visited.
We have left Yellowstone and travelled west to cross the Plains of Snake River. We have also found the flies, or rather they found us but this lot are a lazy mob. Small, grey and slow they have nothing on the Aussie bush fly but we are grateful for this. Continue reading