Guardian of the Darumbal

STORY
Baga rises prominently against the sky, a solitary reminder of the land’s deep connection to the Darumbal people and their Dreaming stories. As the clouds pass lazily overhead, the wind whispers of the Rainbow Serpent, who shaped this very mountain, along with Gai-i. There’s a palpable energy here—Baga is more than just a peak; it’s a keeper of ancient tales. You feel it underfoot, in the air, in the quiet reverence that surrounds you.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, you are struck by the contrast of its steep, jagged sides and the softness of the greenery that clings to its slopes. The sky above, a brilliant canvas of blue and white, seems to bow to the sacred presence of this volcanic plug. Baga watches over the valleys, not as a silent witness, but as a storyteller, carrying within its form the echoes of creation. The light moves, casting shadows that make the mountain seem alive, shifting and breathing with the land around it. The Dreaming lives on in every gust of wind, in the call of the birds, and in the quiet power of Baga.