A stop off at the Edith River and a visit to the unsurprisingly named Edith Falls confirmed that it was in fact a dry “Dry Season” in the North. The last three years have seen less than average rainfall and as a result the waterfalls and lagoons are drying up quicker than normal. The Edith River though a little down on normal still hosts plenty of wildlife as it is a permanent water source.

When I was growing up and had to endure the Sunday ritual of going to church to listen to fairy tales about the meaning of life, the universe and everything (subsequently confirmed as 42), we had to colour in line drawings of stuff like the Garden of Eden. Today arriving just after dawn and before most of the campers had risen from the dead we shared a virtual “Garden of Eden” with the birds and animals in the form of Edith River and it’s falls.

By the way I learned quite early that Sunday School was a waste of time for me, the sales pitch just didn’t seem the least bit logical. I discovered by giving my older sister the few pennies for the collection plate, and thus ensuring her silence, that I could miss the Sunday School ritual and I was free to do what I pleased for an hour or two, as long as I didn’t get my “Sunday go to meeting” clothes too dirty. God only knows what my sister told the teacher, maybe she told them we had converted to Judaism and stopped going herself. If that’s the case I will be seeking a refund of collection plate monies.

The Edith River

Not a Camper in Site

The Falls