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Morning flight


It's dawn which is not my time of day but today we are excited.  The purpose of this long journey was for this day … to see Lake Eyre in flood.

Lake Eyre (which is actually two lakes Lake Eyre North and Lake Eyre South) is a huge salt lake (around 10,000 square kilometers) in the middle of the desert … it’s Australia’s lowest point 15m below sea level. 

The Lake is usually a dry crusted salt pan but every 10 years or so big rains up in Queensland flow some 1000 kms through the desert and enter the Lake. It’s a rare and wonderful event.

We had originally planned to drive the extra couple of hundred of kilometres to the lake's edge but the constant rain left us a little wary of being marooned due to road closures.  So this flight was our big opportunity

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  1. I'm really excited about this series. Looking forward to your photos.

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  2. Dawn is not my time of day either but I usually get rewarded and in this case I'm sure it was worth it too.

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  3. That's almost a cliffhanger ... can't wait to see the lake photos!

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  4. Lovely perspective to this shot.

    Love that it is early ... tee hee ...

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