Kings Canyon

It was freezing cold again in the morning, but we are in the middle of the Red Centre in August so we cannot expect anything different. 

This morning we drove past bro Kings Canyon and took off on the famous rim walk. This is a 6.3km walk that starts with 500 steps almost straight up made from natural rocks. Somehow I made it without having a heart attack and we began the remaining 6km walk. The surrounding rocks and bush made us feel like we were walking on the moon (but apparently I have never been to the moon so it wasn’t an accurate comparison). 

The kids were climbing on ever bit of  rock they could find and had to be reminded many times that there is a minimum 100m sheer vertical drop below them. 

It was nearly 2 1/2 hours later that we finally made it back. My knee had popped again about an hour earlier and I was hobbling down the mountain waiting for this moment to pop some pain killers, and the relief couldn’t have come soon enough. 

We had lunch that had been packed in our ever faithful cooler bag, and then headed back, but diverted off to Kathleen Springs. This was a Gorge that the early settlers used to heard cattle into with its never-empty water supply, and a narrow neck where they built a fence to keep them in until the trucks would arrive later in the week to cart the animals off to market. 

Dylan couldn’t contain himself, despite the rim walk earlier this morning, and jogged most of the track at least twice whilst we gobbled along slowly admiring our surroundings. 

We decided we hat we had seen all that we wanted to here, so tomorrow we were off to Uluru and hopefully achieving our goal to climb it. Assuming our knees will let us. And the wind