Waterfall Way 2

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Speaking of waterfalls, there were two of these along the way. The first one was pretty small but it looked very nice.

And in the last one, you can see me taking a picture of Ness through the waterfall. Lest you be fooled into thinking that this is some clever piece of electronic wizardry, I have to confess that it was done the old fashioned way. I got wet. The video camera may also never be the same again.

So off and wandering again and an altercation with a few more slippery roots, and then. Another waterfall.

Here we go. Tristiana Falls. Or something like that. There was a neat bridge that allowed us to get a really good view of the waterfall.

Now, you might think that is about enough waterfalls for a web page, but you would be wrong in making that assumption. Because there are more. We were after all driving a road called "Waterfall Way"

Here's Dangar Falls, and Ebor Falls and Ness in a reflective mood by another waterfall that just appeared out of nowhere. Of course it didn't just appear out of nowhere because waterfalls occur where there is precipitation, a collection area, an egress for the water and a big lump of nothingness under the exit for the water. Mr Gravity comes along and sucks the water down and then it disappears into the ground or into my video camera.

And because I am such an egotist, the picture to the far right is of me trying to hide from the camera and not look at another waterfall. I failed. :-)

The next day (suitably shagged out just like the man at the caravan park said we would be) we camped in the Cathedral Rock National Park. The site we chose was called Native Dog Creek because there was a creek and someone once saw a native dog there. Well, by that token it might as well have been called the Underpant Gnome Creek because we didn't see any dingoes and there was no creek either. Just a bit of a dam where a self-respecting creek might have once been. If it seems that I am being nomenclatularly pedantic, please forgive me. It seems to me that if you advertised yourself as Native Dog Creek to gullible travellers (yes, thank you, I can see there is a Swift one-liner in there) then at the very least there should be a native, a dog or a creek.

What there was.... our tent and some roos.

Hang in there folks. Only one more day's worth of pics to go.
After a sleepless night at Cathedral Rock being kept awake by the silence of the dams (falls about at the weakness of it all) we drove back to the coast and found our way to the Currumbin Bird Sanctuary. For $32 you can enter this place and, if you are like us, spend six hours walking about avoiding the avian faeces and marvelling at nature's abundance.

Not only were there birds (see later) but also koalas , a butterfly and a nice couple from Michigan who were busily scribbling all over their Slater's Field Guide as they ticked off their life list of birds. No picture of the Michigan couple. They were camera shy.

"So, what about the birds?", I hear you ask.

If it is birds you want....

In order, the Boobook Owl, the Musk Lorikeet, Regent Bowerbird, and some really cute baby Superb Fairy Wrens. Aren't they cute?.

Well, that's about it for the time being, just wanted you to see what we got up to on our holiday.

Cheers.

Story by Hil.
Page by Denise