The miles are gathering momentum under our feet as the blisters make way to tougher skin and the aching muscles relax their tension. We are walking as a community, already close, forged by our united intent and our collective effort to exist out here together. Each day we have a circle and volunteers put their hand up for meal duties or striking camp or setting up camp. Then we hit the road and begin the steps that take us, one at a time, the next twenty-odd kilometres. Last night we slept at a sacred site on the range that connects Ularu with the foothills of Perth. The night sky sparkled crystal clear as myself and my four children lay down and looked up at them until our eyes closed. We sleep in sleeping bags in the inner linings of our two small tents and have the most spectacular views. We have over two hundred kilometres to go to the next town and we have so far walked over one hundred and fifty. A lady from Wiluna who had done some of the walk came back last night with boxes of oranges she had picked yesterday for us. She was received with great delight. Small and simple things are great delights out here. Also the desert has such pure energy, such powerful forces surround us that our every action, every thought gets a response. Our baggage is getting processed. These children of ours are florishing but they have woken and it is time to pack up ready for a new day.