Pool 1 is the Three Goannas Pool. More of that on the return, we have the bit between our teeth. Primed to explore the gorge.

I take a quick opportunity to climb a little up the side. Not far. The jumble of rocks a bit unforgiving.

The creek bed is mid sized boulders. The trick is to walk across the top, from boulder to boulder, moving to maintain balance. Not as easy as it used to be when younger. Grippy shoes helps.

Peter and Margaret return to Pool One. Margaret keen for a swim.

Ali stops, I proceed.

To pass here it is necessary to swim.

I decline the invitation. I am alone, the water is cold and deep.

Beyond this are pools six to eight. All require swimming to pass.

After pool eight is an interesting cave, accessible from above through a hole.

Alas, I would have to mount a serious expedition, and ignore my age.

Not surprising really, given the vertical strata in the sandstone.

Replacing socks and shoes as I return.

Ali is in the pic, not far behind me.

Frequent pauses to make sure we don't lose contact.

So named because at the entrance to the caves is rock art. Ochre drawings.

Presumably including a representation of a kangaroo.

But on reflection, and in deference to the name of the pool, by someone with a superior imagination to ours, we now recognise the kangaroo.

We think!

And there they are. High on the south side, near the downstream end of the pool.

Whereas the kangaroo pool rock art is ochre drawings the three goannas are petroglyphs, chipped into the rock. "Filled in" with "dots" chipped in the rock.

Its about now we show our ignorance of Aboriginal rock art. We are suprised to find petroglyphs and ochre drawings in the same locality.

We think the art is all of fauna with no abstract imagery that we have seen elsewhere.