Left Yulara and drove out to Kings Canyon.
Peter chatting up a gas pumpin' gal on the way to Kings Canyon.
On the way, walked Kings Creek. Very hot. Therese started to come down with a cold.
The remains of a water tank from an old cattle ranch.
More remnants of the ranch
Honey Comb
Checked into Caravan Park filled with elegant crested pigeons
and hungry, wandering dingos, which scared Therese.
Our site had spectacular views of the hills containing Kings Canyon
Met Carol, a British ex-pat living in Crete. We had her over for dinner with us. And tried (unsuccessfully) to do some Southern sky star-gazing.
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