The neighbouring group packed up and left. They were members of a 4x4 club, having a boys weekend, and had been doing some tracks in the region. Darryl went for a bit of a walk, and later was occupied with the task of retrieving an arrow from a tree across the river. We went downstream for a walk and found a deeper pool of water, but still couldn't see any fish. The little blue fairy wren checked out our campsite, but was more cryptic than the ones at Murrindindi.
Another wombat burrow
Wombat poo - it is square and they always do it on a rock or stick