I almost missed the show. An unexplained, short-lived engine malfunction on my Virgin Australia flight out of Brisbane meant I would lose a day and arrive at Yulura airport only a few hours before sunset. That wasn’t much of a window. After settling in, I managed to catch a 4:30 tour to the designated “Sunset Lookout” just inside Uluru National Park, but respectfully set back from the monolith. With my initial itinerary in shambles, I had no illusions of this being some kind of rugged, back to nature experience where I would have the time to connect with my primeval past. The bus was air-conditioned, modern, and we were greeted at our destination with some very tasty Australian vintage, spread out on table cloths, and served by friendly Aussies encouraging us all to top up regularly. In the distance was Uluru in all its iconic glory, gradually changing hues with the setting sun. Most of the entourage stayed close to the wine tables so I ventured along a trail that took me away from the main lookout area and allowed me to fully appreciate the evolving color and light. When I returned to the tables, our group was in a fine state of revelry, a mood that continued as we rode home. The driver, a man who looked like he may have covered a lot of miles in a “fried out combie” when he was younger, kept the festivities going with a playlist that began with some Aussie staples followed by some of the best from the 1970s. Uluru, another spectacular light show complete, settled in for the night.