It rained at midday.  Not had any rain for three months now.  Shocking.  In the afternoon we drove to Edmund Kennedy Section of Girramay National Park.  A sign we have not seen before.

Through a paper bark swamp

The small volume of water you can see in the background contained tens of magpie geese.  Here’s one looking a bit muddy

These taking a rest from the mud bath, perched in the paper bark.

The tourist office lady said there was a good walk in the park.  There was a walk – 20m – to the beach.

Me being conserved.

The green is a vine running across the ground.  In flower in places.

Nice bit of driftwood.  Crocodiles patrol this area – there’s a big one that hangs around in Cardwell – don’t go near the water.

The lovely thing about Australia that every name is shortened.  Artie’s Arbie.  Other than the sign, no obvious footpath.

Not being able to find a walk, other than along sand-fly beach we drove to Murray Falls.  On the way passed sugar cane harvester

A two man operation

At Murray Falls, one of those creepy spiders

Approaching the falls.

Murray Falls

My hero

Diets not going very well.

Big plunge pools either side of the falls.  Not allowed to swim in these ones, several people have died.  I can imagine when water really flowing very dangerous.

A small tree trapped amongst the huge boulders in the creek bed.

Nice bit of fungi

An interesting rock, conglomerate or not.

Looks like granite with grey bombs in it.

Campsite at the falls.  This was a group of Asians, a group of which were raiding the forest for wood.