IN 1974 I was out the back of the South Australian Museum loading up a LandRover for a long field trip to Central Australia.
I was off to work with Pitjantatjara and Yankunytjatjara elders recording sacred sites threatened by mining development.
The destination was the Northwest Aboriginal Reserve, now the Anangu Pitjantjatjara Lands, and I was working for the quaintly named Aboriginal and Historic Relics Preservation Unit.
Just as I was manhandling a couple of heavy patrol boxes into the back of the Landie, a young anthropologist emerged from the back door of the museum.
“They’re neat boxes,” he said, “why are the handles so long?”