We set off again, this time with Englishman at the front (as always), then me, then D (because if he walked in front of me, he'd accidentally leave me behind), then Rugby and GUF, who were lagging behind due to repacking and taking heaps of pictures of these point hills we were walking on.
|Pointy rocks. We can see Alice Springs and the caterpillar hills in the distance.|
|Still not done walking, but at this point, I'm really starting to wish I was.|
However, Englishman was nowhere to be seen. Additionally, GUF and Rugby were behind us somewhere, and also nowhere to be seen. We could only guess that Englishman hadn't been paying attention and was farther along the track. Cue me fretting. We dropped our packs, and did the only thing we could think to do: I waited for GUF and Rugby, and D tried to hurry forward along the track to see if he could catch up to Englishman. I waited nervously in the half-twilight, freaking the fuck out, until GUF and Rugby finally caught up. We decided to make camp, which I did whilst constantly looking up the track like a forlorn dog looks at the front door until the people come back home. When D did finally come stomping down the track, I could've wagged my tail off if I'd had one.
D had make it a whole kilometer and hadn't found any sign of Englishman. We supposed that the damn pom must've blown right past this spot without paying attention, and hopefully was camped somewhere farther down the track. Our last night on the track, and here we were, split up!
The rest of the night felt spooky to me. I jumped a lot at little noises; because we could finally hear cars on the highway in the distance, I kept thinking a car was about to come barreling down the road/creek and run over our tent. Rugby tried using her dang iPhone multiple times to call Englishman, to no avail. Was he okay? The stars were out, but the light of Alice Springs had erased some of the magic of the Milky Way. Civilization had descended upon us a little earlier than I had anticipated.
To be continued...