After the death of my husband, her Father, I took my 11 year old daughter on a 10 day hike on the Larapinta trail, near Alice Springs. We walked in the morning and later in the day after the afternoon sun had lost its sting. We rested in found shade during the middle of the day and shared, alternating daily, our one book and sketch pad. One day I’d read, she'd would draw, and the next day we would swop. Amelie sang to help her through the 100km journey. I wrote poetry to help me. This one I wrote of our journey.