The sand on the dune tops is fine and dry.

Tracks are clear, but rapidly fade.

A sand goanna.

We are reminded of times we have spent in other deserts.

We are having a bit of difficulty finding the things that made the tracks.

I guess that's part of why its called a desert.

This shows the state of our tanks and the last seven days consumption.

We will reduce the average.

We haven't had to pay much attention to water usage in all our travels. There's usually been some available somewhere.

There is no permanent surface water in this desert.

Possibly a sandhill ctenotus.

With a long tail to make the tracks.

This could get very confusing.

On the top of the dune are clumps of cane grass.

Good habitat for wrens apparently.

But no beetles.

Hard to capture the purple of the flowers.

Margaret produced the flutes. Essential gear for the well equipped desert traveler.

A close inspection may reveal the remnants of tyre marks beneath the chairs.

We haven't seen anyone for a couple of days and in a moment of frivolity occupied the track.

We decided against erecting "reduce speed" and "parks pass inspection ahead" signs.

Joins in the stems are a bit unusual to us.

It wasn't yet dark but the sand I sat on to take this photo was decidedly chilly.

A bit of a surprise as we looked out of the window to the south.

But is it an Eyreian Grass Wren?

They reputedly live in cane grass on top of dunes.

These wrens seem to land on whatever is handy.

It flew away anyway.

The birds are very shy.

The dingo is awake.

It just sort of trots, or lopes, through the campsite.

There is nothing intimidating about this dingo. Though we will be careful.

It is intriguing.

Lives on the dune tops, not the swales.

We made a triangular track, along the road, along the dune, then a straight line back to the camp.

They had also made themselves at home under a nearby tree.

We haven't seen any kangaroos.

Suitable for the arid conditions.

Must be. Otherwise they wouldn't be here.

We aren't being followed.

It was a long wait before it took off.

Everything is seemingly calm and relaxed in the desert.

At least on the surface.

We don't know why the ants are interested in the seed pods.

At home in Brisbane.

We'll buy another. Just for the truck.

Though this bird is just a little far away for us to identify.

No use trying to hide really.

We used it as a beacon for our return.

It would be so easy to become lost among the dunes.

They don't seem parallel, they join and split, they are different heights, and after a while they all look the same.

We have three nights on our dune.