Sunrise 6 - BROKEN HILL to MENINDEE

Today was one of the most anticipated days on tour as we headed 100km inland to Menindee Lakes. Less than 30 clicks in, we knew this relatively easy drive could be day long. The jaw dropping red earth, rolling hillocks, Emus and lack of human footprint made this stretch of land a photographic paradise.

Approaching the small settlement, the now familiar shimmering on the distant horizon was no longer a mirage, but an actual oasis in the middle of the desert.

The vastness of this lake system – full for the first time in recent years – was greater than anticipated. Local legend claims Lake Menindee itself holds more water than Sydney Harbour – but you know locals ! – and having made camp on the banks of this very lake, we found it difficult to dispute.

With a specific shot in mind we thought it best to visit the only open venue in town – the pub – to check their beer taps were working properly and garner some local knowledge. The colourful publican suggested the picturesque Lake Pamamaroo only 8km north, assuring we would capture what we described anywhere along its eastern banks.

With plenty of time until golden hour, we took the opportunity to explore the now infamous Burke and Wills campsite along the banks of the Darling River. Having made its way up from Melbourne in 1860, it is here the large party split in two, with Burke and Wills heading north to the Cooper then onto the Gulf of Carpentaria. The remaining men were to stay put until their return. History tells, due to poor timing, questionable leadership and inclement weather, only 9 hours proved the difference between life and death for the advanced party. It was sobering to stand on the banks of the Darling reflecting on this part of our history.

Only 100 metres away, we discovered a sandy westward facing cove well worth the price of beers for the intel. Our tripods were scarcely set up when the now familiar clouds began rolling in to obscure the desired composition. Today’s though were much heavier, and in the distance lightning bolts tantalised an epic capture of a distant storm alongside a purple sunset. This sadly never eventuated so we threw Derek up for a short flight and adjusted our lens selection to shoot to the ever changing conditions.

In the end we were more than happy with the results and found it difficult to drag ourselves away until well after nautical twilight. Back at camp, over a celebratory Gin and Tonic, the aforementioned storm swung eastward bringing with it furious winds. Thankfully it not only took the flying bush junk with it, but also 15 degrees in temperature making our evening more palatable. Neil Murray and smoked trout completed what was a very memorable day behind the lens.

Sunrise 6 - BROKEN HILL to MENINDEE

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