Mt Shank, the small green no-trees volcano that made child-me feel sad, is now covered in soft mounded sheok casuarinas and other local plants i don't know the names for ('we planted them in the 80's').
Here's Ken Burns, Bunganditj/Boandik man, telling us some of their dreaming stories — FdR is taking notes.
Mt Shank is off the road to Port Macdonell, west of its more famous sister the better known Blue Lake — somewhere on the sound file Ken tells us how old these long dormant inactive volcanoes are. Edge-faded memories associate Carpenter Rocks, inside a car, Aunty Mick, Mt Shank.
looking into the caldera