Today we took an expedition up the river to see how far we could go. The river got narrower and narrower, and at one point we nearly beached ourselves on a sandbank. There was mainly pastoral land on each side, and we would occasionally see a four wheel drive track. At one bend there was a steep sided rock face down into the water. The cuttings into the rocks were straight, making the cliff face look like it had been built with square and oblong building blocks. The river looked as though, at some point in past time, it had undercut the land creating a cliff with a huge cavern area under it. Darren got out to investigate, and climbed up; I (bravely) stayed in the boat. Suddenly Darren gave a screech and a huge white owl flew out from just above his head within the undercutting. The river was completely still there, and the rocks had eroded to display amazing patterns on their smooth sides. I could imagine this being a very sacred or special place for the aborigines way back when. It was almost eerie – I was glad, and had a bit of a shiver when we moved off again.
That evening was our last evening there, and we were treated to a beautiful sunset, with many birds on the water. Very peaceful… Zzzzzz
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