Me making the top, having climbed up the cliff using that stupid ladder thing. Boy, did I have some bruises on my thighs after that one!

Picture from Post Magazine, of Dad pointing to the fossilized footprints of a prehistoric scorpion in Kalbarri.

The crew I shared my holiday with. A fully catered 4 wheel drive escape. It was totally cool.

The fins are all different. Like fingerprints. Notches and shape, bend to left or right, colour evenness, all indicate who the dolphin owner of that fin is.

The guys who did all the work, and took most of the pictures.

A boab tree. A tiny community used to keep their prisoners there over night because they didn't have a jailhouse.

More Monkey Mia dolphins. Look! The humans are swarming again; it should be a good year! J

Racing goanna. Aunt Pat had one climb up her one, must have thought she was a tree. They have wicked long claws on them, so it must have been an unpleasant situation for her. This one was only interested in eating a road kill kangaroo, which I cropped from the picture.