For those of us onlookers it appeared to be a scene from Rocky not the one where he chases a chicken, but the one where he goes hammer and tong on a side of beef in a meat factory, it was exactly like that except there was no side of beef or “eye of the tiger” music, but besides these minor points it was eerily similar.
As she drove off, those that were left behind looked longingly for a moment, would she do it, could she do it, what did it mean for the rest of us if she couldn’t????
Around 2 hours later the car swang back into number 9 campsite, I looked up cautiously at first what would her reaction be, there was no hint as she glanced over at us all sitting there doing our school work studying the ANZZAC’s they were tough, but was she tougher?
There it was a small but satisfying smile came across her lips, and then almost as though I was again watching Rocky maybe II or III or V or VI, but it was there the arms went up in the famous salute of V for victory. She had done it! We all clapped and cheered some of us gave her a high five, we all celebrated like wild soccer fanatics. As she swaggered over to where we were we could tell that now she was different from us she had achieved something only a very small elite group have ever done, there may be tens of thousands that have climbed Uluru, but a far smaller number have run around the 9.4 klm base of Uluru and Rosalee is one of them.
In the afternoon we went and saw the Kata Tjuta and did a walk in the midday sun as good children of European heritage tend to do. See pictures for more detail.