When Tali was about a year old, we carried him into the lake he is named after, Tali Karng, tucked away in the hills south of the Wellington Plains, squeezed between the Sentinel and the alpine plains to the north. Two days in and a camp by that old lake, and two days to get out, toiling up Gillios track. His first big walk under his own steam was to Mt Howitt, late November 2005. Grey skies gave way to rain and mist, we hiked up to the summit fully enclosed in cloud. On the way out, as he tired on the trail, a brumby appeared in the mist and lead us all the way back to the car – spurring him on all those miles, the sun coming out, the flowers lifting.