Stopped for a night at Timber Creek. I found out when I got there that they are freshwater crocs in the the creek at the campsite. Interesting fellows to watch. For the Irish readers, generally freshies aren’t interested in humans, they leave that action up up to their saltwater cousins so I was safe as houses.
There’s plenty to see around here other than crocodiles. The views of Gregory National Park were fascinating. I started thinking about old Westerns and about tribes of indians peering over the cliffs. Clearly had nobody to talk to while driving so my imagination was running wild! It was hard to find music on the iPod to match what I was seeing. The lyrics to Squeeze, Cool for Cats got stuck in my head, but there was no Davy Crockett to be seen.