By which time the previous pinnacles will have eroded to nothing.

The hills to our left are the other side of the range that contains Desert Queens Bath.

Crotalaria Cunninghamii. A short lived perennial legume. Nitrogen fixing nodules in the roots. Crotalaria means the seeds rattle.

All sorts of uses.

Just a few patches of plants, these were in the sand of the valley, next to the track.

We've left the bluffs behind. Plain with occasional river valleys.

Practicing our mispronunciation.

Uncertain of location, the maps are all different and mostly wrong.

We believe we are where we think we are.

An attempt at a phonetic spelling of the name:-

Chingie - Acha - Jarrah.

Often, it seems, abbreviated to Jarra.

Very busy, foraging all day.

One other camper.

The pool is in Watara Creek, which flows (occasionally) into Rudall River.

We pause to look more closely at the quartz chips covering the ground. And a quartz outcrop.

We search diligently. While reminding ourselves of "all that glitters is not gold".

Vehicles too our north, visible at far left.

The pinnacle we thought we saw marked on a map seems to not exist.

The water hole just to their left.

The creek line obvious.

In case the myriad of prospectors who have probably passed this way missed something.

It looks like it doesn't belong. But it obviously does as its here.

The Eastern Brown (if search is to be believed), or Taipan (if another source is to be believed) snake showed itself briefly. I blinked and it disappeared. Enough to know there is something to be avoided.

Both taipan and eastern brown snake are highly venomous. Most and second most venomous.

I didn't see its head.

There's a clue in the colour near its neck, and normal range, that tells us its not a chestnut teal.

The bird of prey is elusive, and has settled on a tree branch just too far away. We can't locate the things that sound like subdued brolgas. And the blue winged kookaburra seen by the lone camper has not returned.

The flock of 30 or more spinifex pigeons ran across the rocks in waves, take a sip of water, then fly back. The whole flock spooked a couple of times.

Without the bird book, but with Starlink to give us internet access its perhaps a little easier to identify birds. But not as much fun.

The finches avoided us, there must be other water near. And the little greeny yellow birds were too fast!