Blackdown Tableland - 4

Darryl enjoying his early morning cuppa.

It was pretty cold, and was interesting to see the evaporation coming off any damp surface as the sun hit it.

Because it was cold, we took our time packing up and left just before 10am for the trip home.

Blackdown Tableland - 3

Overnight was a bit warmer. We drove to the start of Rainbow Falls walk. This was a fairly gentle walk down, but there were several trees across the track. 

The falls are just beautiful, with an azure pool at the base. The water was way too cold for us, but another couple, a German man and British woman who braved it.

Darryl found the rope and ladder but didn't go down further. After a very relaxing time, we headed back up the 240 steps out of the gorge and went to the top of the falls, before going back to camp. I was lucky enough to see a small dragon, who darted off the path quickly, so no chance for a photo or proper identification, but the only reptile around.

Tony brought over his folio of bird photos for us to look at. They were fabulous.
Darryl had been for a walk around the campsite and spoke to another couple, Don and Penny, who came by our site while we were getting ready for our shower. It turned out that they were originally from Mt Isa, and my Dad taught him at school. Furthermore, Don worked with Darryl's cousin, Glen, and knows his other cousin John in Mackay! On top of that, John's wife, Sharon's brother was married to Penny's sister. I went to school with Sharon in Mt Isa too. What a small world!

Blackdown Tableland - 2

First thing we went for a bit of a reconnoitre around the campsite to see what the other sites were like. While we were away the Currawongs (I suspect), stole my pink solar battery! We searched around but couldn't find it.

Even though we started out quite late, Darryl convinced me to join him on an 'easy' walk down Spring and Stoney Creeks. At first we had quite a bit of trouble finding the track. At one point Darryl mentioned that he was quite worried about not seeing the track when we finally stumbled on it. It isn't a very well marked track. We followed it down, and at times it had stone markers, and at other times it disappeared altogether again. 

We stopped to eat and discussed going back, but decided not to, and almost immediately we were rewarded with some rock art. Child and adult hand stencils under an overhang. 

We continued on, but didn't get to the escarpment, and eventually turned back. I had a bit of a fall and hurt my knee and leg. 

A new neighbour turned up, a photographer in a yellow combi-van. Tony was an avid photographer and thoroughly enjoyed the birdlife. He even set up speakers with bird sounds to call them in.