was more to it than that .
The end of day three brought body aches , head to toe , but a heart filled with joy and amazement and a head full of experiences and wonderment . At the end of what was a 25km , trek spanning the best part of seven hours , I ’ d had the pleasure of seeing mother nature at her absolute finest .
Beginning the track gave indication that it would be a long and wet day . Recent rain in the area meant that the river that runs through the gorge had risen and a rapid flow in many areas .
The first crossing , at the start of the main trail , set the scene for the remainder of the day , shoes , and socks off , cross , then shoes and socks back on . This was when I ’ d realised why my camp neighbours had had their shoes and socks on the log back at camp . They weren ' t airing them they were drying them .
Across the entire trek I ’ d had to cross a total of 28 creeks and rivers . Thankfully the deepest had only been around knee height although it did get a little tedious . The beautiful scenery along the main trail did make up for the inconvenience with one stop aptly named the Amphitheatre which entailed a steep ladder climb up the side of the rock wall . One thing that had struck me , apart from the sheer size of it , was how deadly silent it was once inside . No sounds of birds , no sounds of the flowing stream , nothing but absolute silence . Well , that was until a blow fly had started buzzing around .
The Aboriginal art gallery had been the next stop , nothing like I had experienced before . The history , the story telling , etched upon the walls for generations was absolutely amazing . The stories depicted sent my imagination running wild . One artwork that chilled was that of a rifle showing interactions with the settlers with the net like paintings an indication of a death in the tribe , all too sad to see that the most net
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