We were VERY lucky to have noticed the sign because Ormiston Gorge is 93 miles in the OPPOSITE direction. We quickly whipped around in the road and headed west at a not so leisurely pace. Only in the Outback could you even imagine moving an event over 90 miles away from the advertised venue on the day of the event with nothing more than a hand painted sign.
The change of venue was likely addressed at the beginning of the concert but we were a tad late getting there since the distance to the event doubled with no notice. Our best guess is that bush fires were the reason for the change. Having lived in Alice for four years now, Dave and I both laughed and said “Oh Well”.
The director used a microphone when talking to the audience, but the voices of Asante Sana rang off the stone walls in an almost haunting way.
As we headed home, Dennis asked to have the radio turned on. He likes his music and having slept most of the way out to the gorge he didn’t realize that the Alice radio stations fade away at about the 40 mile mark. He wasn’t very accepting of that explanation and continued to request music. Dave and I wrongly assumed that our singing was so bad that one or two songs would cure him of this need for music. We sang every freaking song we could think of, most with mumbled words and mutilated melodies. I’ve never been good at remembering the words to songs I hear on the radio and 4-H summer camp was a mighty long time ago. We had finally resorted to Christmas carols when we got close enough to town to turn on the radio and couldn’t have been happier to hear Elvis Presley howling “You aint nothin but a hound dog.”
This week’s To Do list includes down load some children’s songs from I Tunes and purchase one of those adapter jobbies that allows the IPod to play through the car radio.