Our tyres crunch on the dusty gravel driveway as we reach the edge of Cardabia station. Peering out across its vast salt flats, Hazel Walgar falls silent, drinking in the beauty before our eyes. “Look at it … I’ve never seen it like this before,” says Walgar, a Baiyungu traditional owner who grew up on Gunjayindiya, as the station is also known.
“Wow, I’ve got shivers!” Walgar’s granddaughter Relisha Dingo chimes in from the driver’s seat.
