The next morning it was a leisurely start for a a walk to the Sphinx and Turtle Rock, back for lunch then down to the Junction in the afternoon. The flowers were different this time around. The acacias were out, while the flannel flowers looked like they
had been and gone the meadows of boronias looked like they were
yet to happen. The day temperature was just right for walking and
the skies had been cleared by a SW. The Sphinx was easy to distinguish but the turtle remained elusive, even from the top of The Pyramid. After lunch it was down to The Junction. The rain had turned what had been a series of stagnant pools two years ago
into a white water torrent. No places looked safe for a swim, but then again with the sheer luxury of hot water showers it was of no concern.
Pre-dinner nibbles were shared on the porch of the camper trailer, before a hot dinner and an earlier night. It was cold again, but nothing the down mats couldn't keep away.
In the morning Graham, Dean and Mark (looking like they could collect
camp fees) and I headed up The Pyramid. While most walked, my heebie geebies gave me opportunity to do spider impressions. However, I got to the top and noticed that there were a number of other spiders making their way up or down the granite face.
Amazingly the last time Graham had walked up here, he had done it with his two year old daughter strapped to his back - he wondered himself how he had done it. The top of the Pyramids was a bit like a meet and greet place with new faces popping up and
admiring the view.
Back in camp the place looked deserted. The fly had dried off and
the tawny frogmouths remained fluffed up on their branch above the campsite. Female satin bower birds were the brazen campsite raiders, picking off scraps while the male nicked off with all things blue. The impossibly dumpy wonga pigeon had casually strutted his stuff in the early morning. There were magpies,
currawongs, plenty of tiny finch like birds, kookaburras and at night fat brushtail possums and a wombat. It really is a magical place - maybe with a full moon you might be able to see the sugar gliders.
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