When I read back over this piece it seems stilted and formal, not my usual “voice”. I wonder why. Perhaps the scale of the history and the complexity of the environment have lead me to a distance caused in part by awe. I cannot be too familiar and breezy with such spiritual country. Sands in the hour glass.
A special place, a place where aboriginal peoples have lived since the dreamtime….
As the National Parks people rightly say: “The vast spaces, big skies and earthen colours evoke a sense of endurance that reaches over the horizon to times long gone but with us still.”
More than 40,000 years ago, Aboriginal peoples lived around the shores of Lake Mungo in the south west of New South Wales somewhere between what is now Mildura and Broken Hill. The road in is unsealed and impassable after heavy rains.
Were people of the region ever contemporaneous with the mega fauna that roamed before the previous ice age? No-one knows this or the exact dates spanning human occupation. Debate continues. In 1969 the cremated remains of a woman were found near the dry river bed and in 1974 the skeleton of what we know as Mungo Man was unearthed; he was later dated at more than 42,000 years – perhaps the most important human remains in Australia.
Mungo Man’s remains were taken to the Australian National University, Canberra and now it seems he is finally on his way home. A journey that many believe could be the beginning of a major healing process for the first peoples.
How lucky am I? In October with friends I fulfilled a bucket list wish and visited Lake Mungo. To set the scene, the lake is now a dry lake bed in Mungo National Park. It is one of 17 dry lakes in the Willandra Lakes chain. The whole is listed on the World Heritage Register.
The Walls of China are a 33 kilometre run of loosely cemented sand dunes along the eastern side of the lake bed. In places the wind and rain has created fascinating dune formations. Westerly winds, rabbits and sheep grazing of earlier times have caused “breaks” in the whitish dunes or “lunettes” and in the sand crust, shell remains can be seen. Tools and bones have also been discovered, as have ancient footprints.
Aboriginal guides take tourist off the peripheral boardwalks onto the lunette. When we visited, they were not there so we travelled onto the sand with a local guide. Who told us the dunes were moving westerly at the rate of 3 metres a year.
This is a landscape in action, in action in the past and now, when it shows so much of what has and is happening.
The lake bed which is now covered in bluebush or saltbush scrub, is home to emus and kangaroos while numerous other bird and fauna live in the national park.
On a second day of the visit we drove across the dry bed and around the outside of the lake. Here there are stands of Belah ( Casurina), rosewood, cypress pines, and my favourite, small forests of mallee gums
Near the smart newish galvanised tin visitors’ centre, the old shearers’ huts from the old homestead have been similarly refurbished to provide basic accommodation while a few k’s outside the park there is a camping site.
Being a soft, city person I opted to stay at the private Mungo Lodge. This motel –style lodge with a central dining room also has budget accommodation. The charming Glen and Bec who run it have recently relocated from the Hunter valley with their 3 children who study via School of the Air.
Can there be more to ask for than to visit an iconic site in the outback, be stimulated and overwhelmed by the great questions about mankind and the earth and then return to a glass of wine and a comfortable bed.
4 responses to “Lake Mungo and Mungo Man”
I just love Mungo. We camped there a few years ago and it remains one of my favourite places. There’s something very special, almost spiritual about this place that has to be experienced. Words and photos can’t quite capture the magic.
I agree. I think that’s why my writing felt unusually stilted.
What might have transpired in the event that you noticed
how significant and just how much you could
conserve if you put your best into this.
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