We've just arrived, it's a cold, cloudy, rainy day that half an hour ago saw us stuck in deep sand on a track road we were exploring. My hands are dirty and boots even more so from pushing the van. The park's simple, quiet, every so often there's a wafting smell of the recycled water they're using to save water, some from the river just across the desolate but fast highway. Dust blows in sprints, it's origins unexplained across the car and us. I'm used to breathing it, dry and warm as we stand by the van, it gently ticks and whirrs, cooling down for the rest.
