Striking, majestic, Lake St Clair national park demands respect. I know this as I fall asleep at the Labyrinth aged 19 under a bright shiny shiny sky. I awake 20 years older, a different trip, yet the same weather.
Wishing to return I cross Lake St Clair and search for the Minotaur. I pause to read a tribute - a girl never found. As I think of her, northern hemisphere wilderness deities tumble off my map - Artemis, Sapphos, Eros. They come to life in this southern landscape, amidst the Acropolis, the Parthenon, the Minotaur.
