Keith Sinclair spent much of his childhood zigzagging around K’gari in a Studebaker truck with his dad, on a constant lookout for dingoes.
As they were notoriously shy and skittish towards humans, often the closest he’d get would be discovering faint traces of their paw prints in the sand near his campsite. By the next day, the wind would blow the tracks away, as if the animals were never really there to begin with.
