News of the roads open prompted a flurry of activity in our Mt Barnett campsite. It was midday so we could pack up now and head off or wait until morning. Brit made it clear that she was fed up with washing and cooking so we headed on out.
Crossing the Mt Barnett river was a bit interesting as the water was half way up our headlights. No problems for either vehicle.
We headed up to Drysdale station which is a staging point for viewing the Mitchell Falls, either by air or the rough road in. We had hoped to book light aircraft trips for Simon, Brit and Pauly while Torb and I would look after the kids. We had seen the falls previously. Unfortunately there was only one seat available on the plane for the next day, and the day after was the pilot's rest day. Pauly booked, while we searched for an activity to occupy a day.
"Is there anything to do around here?" We asked at the shop. "Nothing," we were told. "What about the aboriginal rock art you have photos of?" "Oh yeah. That's at the beginning of the road to Mitchell Plateau." It was just over 100 kilometres away so Torb, Brit, I and Zoey set off with a picnic lunch. There were 2 sites about 4 kilometres apart. Some of the art had clear pathways to it however there was much more we discovered just by searching around. Wandjina, Bradshaws and a few styles we hadn't seen before. We thoroughly enjoyed the day. On the way back we saw a pair of dingoes, and then a single specimen a bit later. They didn't seem very shy of humans.
We arrived back to hear Pauly giving glowing reports of his aerial tour of Mitchell Falls and the adjacent coastline. He said it exceeded all his expectations of the Kimberley sea and landscapes. Money well spent.
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