THE WEATHER IS OUR GUIDE. We are all sleeping together in one of our tents because it is the only one I could find a cover for when I packed. It is a tiny three person tent so us five are snug and tight together in here like fingers in a glove. Outside the wind presses hard against the western side of the tent in an impressive force. Today we walked our twenty six kilometers at a great rate with the building winds at our backs. By this afternoon our two boys turned Mick and Nicole's baby trailer and bike into a land yacht using the large peace flag. It was a spectacular sight and they raced past too fast for me to get a photo. Around this time the clouds on the western horizon mounted up, turning the sky many shades of gray. As I walked along in my donkey harness with the trailing last of the walkers, the temperature suddenly dropped and rain drops began to fall. At first they were barely felt, just visible on the road and with the wind like a "hurry up" warning we were ushered into our camp site. Our children worked like clockwork, together with each one doing this or that to get our tent up and sleeping bags in. Young Charlie also helped us and all around the camp everyone was hastily and efficiently helping one another. It has been evident that the weather has been responding to our group's needs. We have been blessed with all the perfect conditions as we have been moving through this country. It has been hot and the flies have been part of it all but, really, the weather has been there guiding us with it's messages. The indigenous peoples were not the only ones who took signs from the weather around them; sailors, farmers and anyone who works in the elements knows to varying levels of understanding that we affect the weather as we are affected by it. Our culture of logical thinking does not put much stock by such musings. We lose much sensitivity and therefore intelligence when we reduce life to a logical process. My writing is not intended as critisism of our culture. My intention is to expand our culture's vision through the splicing of ancient knowledge. I have intentionally, since the conception of my first child, set out to fish and farm this precious knowledge by living simply on the earth with my young family. This ten week walk through this desert country to Perth, walking away from uranium mining, is the pinnacle experience of all this seeking. This is where I learn to soften and surrender while our children experience the bounty of living in a community that daily works together.