Rainbow Serpents' eggs

Setting up camp

As the sun slid down the sky we set up camp beneath the brow of giant cluster of perfectly rounded red rocks then headed off to discover the tale of their existence.

Camping in convoy

Over the aeons water entered high ground, vertically and laterally, and carved these rocks out of this place - 'Rainbow Serpents' eggs',  the aboriginals believe.

Rainbow Serpents' eggs

Here at the camp site there is a bush loo, terrific information boards, and endless walks in all directions. The site is an ancient site where local tribes would band together eating bush tucker and telling tales of the Dreaming.

One such tale is of a young male who wandered far from his tribe, enticed by rock spirits, deeper into the rocks, never to return. Despite endless chants he was taken, gone forever.  Which sounds  to me like a traditional version of the Picnic at Hanging Rock tale, and this place could be straight out of that movie.

We took photos at sunset, ate barramundi curry by moonlight, then turned off all the lights and drowned in the night skies easily finding Scorpio, the Southern Cross, the Milky Way; and with the binoculars an even more magical world of powdery fuzzy glows mixed with sharp spiky-bright stars deeper into the night sky.

We slept a bit, woke in the dark, pulled thick jackets on over our pyjamas, and waited for the slow sunrise to emerge and bathe the rounded rocks in a red glow: hanging rocks, balancing rocks, nesting rocks, split ones, fat ones, crumbled ones.

Sometimes it is just wonderful to be alive.

Balancing for now

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