|King's Canyon in Watarrka National Park|
I was most excited to learn that dingos roamed the campground at night. Walter and Liz told us that a dingo had entered their annex during their last trip here and stole a loaf of bread.
|Don't feed the dingos (or dingoes)|
|Our campground had gates in front of the bathrooms to keep dingos out.|
|Full moon at King's Canyon|
|Dingo in Watarrka National Park|
|Reaching the top of the staircase to King's Canyon Rim Walk|
|Liz, David, and Walter on King's Canyon Rim|
Except for a few microcosms, vegetation was also sparse in this harsh, desert climate. A lovely bush tomato flower, however, begged to be photographed.
|Bush Tomato Flower|
|King's Canyon Garden of Eden|
|Stairs leading up from King's Canyon Garden of Eden|
|Breathtaking gorge on King's Canyon Rim Walk|
That evening, the sun set swiftly. As it did, it illuminated rich, red colors on the face of the mountain and cast dark shadows in its crevices. I always marvel at such sights, particularly knowing we had just walked the entire rim of this mountain. It had, indeed, been a glorious day.