Think of a long corridor and rooms leading off from the centre and you will have a good idea what Carnarvon Gorge is like. Every room - every separate part was a revelation in itself with history, art work, fauna and flora and above all the weathering of years. I spoke about the original and extremely old stencil art of the Aboriginal tribes and so today I will tell you a little about the other "rooms" we went into and admired.
The serenity of the Rock pools, with Pretty Kangaroos grazing. They are actually called pretty. You can see why. The wonderful yellow bellied and Greater gliders launching themselves from tree to tree with their winged spans, gliding effortlessly and for long distances in the forest canopy. We were lucky to go out on a night safari and actually see them gliding. No pictures of them I fear, they are too quick for my camera lens.
The magnificence of the sandstone cliffs. The way they have been sculpted and scratched, beaten and windswept and yet they stand tall, very tall towering over us walkers.
The coolness of Boowinda Gorge where the water has shaped the rocks the way it flowed and the light peeks in from above.
The lushness of the Moss gardens and the algae in the water turning streams blood red in Ward's Canyon home to the biggest ferns.
Everything about this Gorge shouts history and time, nature and colour. Our role as guardians of it all is to admire and walk gently among its fallen leaves.
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