It was freezing at the Craters. All our winter gear was called into action as the cold biting wind that had followed us all the way from Victoria swirled round us, nipped at our ears and fingers and howled for most of two days there. Berets, gloves, scarves, down vests and jackets were used. There are only six spaces for camps at this site and our arrival at lunchtime ensured we got a spot. The next day everyone but us left and no further travellers pulled up for an overnight stop so we had the place to ourselves. It was great to be there with just us and the stars and seven holes in the ground of various sizes that you could scramble around or descend into. The fireball meteorite had exploded into pieces as it tore low across the ground with a flaming ball of superheated air driven in front of it, detonating every rock on the ground.