Mount Nameless - Tom Price, W.A. |
When we got back from town, about 8.30 or so, we discovered a tour bus full of foreign exchange students (I counted at least 30) had set up in the three sites immediately surrounding our site. They had tarps laid out, and their gear and sleeping kits piled up. Next to the bus was a kitchen assembly line, cafeteria style. Luckily, they had a group meeting and we could hear that the were headed into Hammersley Gorge the next morning, but unfortunately would be returning to our caravan park for a second night. We actively decided to avoid that are of the park and so decided to check out Mt Bruce
Mount Bruce - Karijini NP, W.A. |
Cutting deeply through iron rich rock, the drastic nature of the gorges is stunning at a glance and fascinating with study. Being rich in iron, the rocks are the deepest shade of red.
Entrance to Weano Gorge - Karajini NP, W.A. |
Climbing down into the Weano, walking along the gurgling stream, weaving back and forth across the bottom of the gorge,
Weano Gorge - Karajini NP, W.A. |
criss-crossing the stream until we suddenly stumbled upon a deep green pool of chilly water.
Cooling my feet in a pool of Weano Gorge - Karajini NP, W.A. |
Swimming lane - Hancock Gorge, Karajini NP, W.A. |
A slippery path - Hancock Gorge, Karajini NP, W.A. |
Having nearly exhausted our daylight hours we trudged back to camp and made dinner at the camp kitchen where we met the current manager of the park who was here with his wife from NSW (New South Wales) for 'as long as they'll have us' taking care of the park for the owner who is based down in Perth. He told us a bit of his daily/weekly routine and how he came to be in the job.
The next day we headed back into the park, stopping at the visitors center and the heading to Joffre Falls and Knox Gorge where we once again hiked down and swam in the fresh pools deep in the canyon.
Matt sitting in Joffre Falls - Karajini NP, W.A. |
Signs of Flash Floods - Karajini NP, W.A. |
Note the rubbish in the half way up the tree - Karajini NP, W.A. |
Our third day, we went to go to town and see about organising a mine tour but as we went to leave we discovered a very flat tire. Out came the spare and off to town to find a repair shop we went. Luckily, they could fix us up in a few hours so we hung around town, washed the car, made a round of phone calls to check in with people back in Melbourne and then went back to pick up the tire. Late in the afternoon we climbed to the top of Mount Nameless (Jarndrunmunhna is the aboriginal name) from camp. It was a long, steep climb, but as the sun began sinking to the west at our backs we watched the mountain turn to a shimmering red and gold before our eyes. We had a few minutes at the top to view the town, the mine and the untouched land to the north and west of the mountain.
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