At Hidden Valley town camp, after a recent deluge of rain, spinifex and scrub stretch in windswept folds. This Alice Springs town camp is a hard place with acute health problems and faintly foreboding atmospherics but it is beautiful at the same time. As we near the town camp I notice the sign that says alcohol is prohibited beyond this point. My friend and I have four old warm cans of beer in the car. I wonder what we should do. Neither of us says anything so I ignore the sign and drive ahead into a world that is not our…