For Barry, Bill and Mark this was their first Pilbara experience. How fitting it was that it started at the tiny, quintessentially 'outback' airport at Paraburdoo. As we stepped off the plane and into the enveloping wall of heat and ducked our way past giant, flying grasshoppers into the arrivals shed it was clear from the wide eyes and huge smiles of our intrepid travellers that the adventure had well and truly begun.
After loading our gear into the back of a couple of utes we hit the road (keeping an eye on the bags and backpacks that threatened to bounce off the back of the tray), arriving in Tom Price just before sundown.
That evening the true conversation began over the experience ahead of us. What would we see? Who would we meet? How would the experience change us?