A bit of dust from Peter and Margaret.

We'll let it settle.

We have plenty of time.

Headed to Ambutchera Lookout.

About 20km.

But no longer.

Spring Creek, to the north of the lookout, is fed from .... Dalhousie Springs.

Of course.

The delta looks like it could become a bit boggy.

We think there has been recent rains. Still some pools of water in the creek bed.

Some very nervous herons.

But no flamingoes.

Our track lies a bit to the left of the hills.

The far side of Spring Creek Delta is the line of bushes.

We back tracked towards Dalhousie.

6km short we turned right on the road to the desert.

The dunes are lower, and closer together, at the western side of the desert.

They are steeper on the eastern side than the western.

A result of the two  prevailing winds.

Someone buried their rubbish.

Dingoes (probably) dug it up and chewed on it a bit.

Since capped and its flow regulated.

The little pipe closest to the camera seemed to be for the hot shower.

The shower wasn't hot.

But was nevertheless refreshing.

The mineralised hot water would have formed the tufa sides as it cooled.

We wouldn't consider it potable.

We can see the flow. About centre of the picture.

Classic shape of walls formed as minerals crystallise out.

Traces of wading birds in the soft muddy bottom.

This is a murder of crows.

I mention it only because its such an odd label.

Perhaps its that people would like to murder so many crows.

Not tame, but only a little nervous.

For a drink.

And to put on a show.

I nearly lost my crocs taking this photo.

My feet sank into the mud around the lake.

I retreated without crocs then had to peel them out of the mud accompanied by a sort of slurping sound.

Washed me and the crocs in the shower.

We spent a night at the bore.