Kennedy Range National Park
We left Carnarvan, a little after 12:30, after restocking all of our supplies. This was the last big town we were planning on visiting until Cooper Pedy - in nine or ten days time. We filled up with fuel and water, and headed east. We had a nice tail wind the whole way, and saw single digit fuel economy, which made a big change from the 40kph headwinds we had the previous days.
Kennedy Range National park was a pleasant surprise, we thought that being school holidays, and a long weekend it would be full, and we would be bush camping. We arrived just before sunset (again) and we met by the "camp hosts", They are a couple of grey nomad who live for two or three months at the park for free, in return they keep the place neat and tidy. These guys really took their duties seriously, as the camp ground was spotless, each site was raked and it even seems they picked up the leaves.
We talked to them about the various walks and things. They suggested we try Honeycomb Gorge, about a 5km walk in the morning, then Temple Gorge in the afternoon. Then, if we have time, walk up to the top of the escarpment. We took their advice, and set off early the next morning, and just as we got on the path, clouds rolled in from the west. It was so weird, on minute we were in nice bight sunshine, and the next minute, from behind the range came a cloud bank. Luckily it move on so quick as it came, and then we had real nice walking condition, it was warm, but every now and again the cloud would shade us for a bit.
The path was really well defined, and on the way back we discovered why. The camp hosts would walk the path each day, and pick up the rocks on the path itself, clearing it basically.
Honeycomb Gorge was spectacular. The rock was carved by rain and wind.
The detail in the rock was amazing.
We had passed a couple who were bird watchers, stopping at every tree and bush looking and listening for birds, and we met an old lady heading out of the gorge as we were going in. The ideal place for a photo shoot

We got some of the best photos of the trip so far, it was a really great session.
I kept on running back up the track to make sure no one was coming, and we were lucky for almost an hour. We had finished our shoot, and were taking scenery photos when we heard the bird watchers coming up the gorge, point out every bird to each other on the way, it was pretty comical to listen to them.
We had noticed this strange scratching in the sand, then figured out that it was kangaroos digging for water. Clever little creatures, we dug a bit and there was water there, but we left that to the bird watcher to watch their birdies and kangaroos to come and get a drink.
We had seen some great rock formations all the way along, and the shard of rock, many of them hollow littered the place.
The rocks towered above us as we headed back to camp. The camp hosts said it was time to leave when you start seeing faces in the rock, and I could see a few in this one.
There were also large sections that had broken away from the cliff - hopefully this is a rare occurrence.
We had a rest, Trish falling asleep on the lounger whilst I edited some of the photos we did in the morning. Later on we did some washing and cleaning, passing the time in the shade until it started to cool down again. Then later in the afternoon, we headed off to Temple Gorge. It was pretty hot, and this track was nowhere near as well defined as the other one. You had to find the blue dots, which gave a hint at where to go, basically, up the gorge.
It was also great, totally different from the Gorges in the Kimberlies,
We did another photo shoot at the waterhole at the end of the gorge, but we had left it a bit late, and the sun was going down and we did not want to be climbing over the rocks in the dark.
We arrived back at the camp site and found out peaceful camp transformed into a noisy crowed place, four car/camper trailers had arrived, with loads of kids and crying babies. They parked close together, all around the communal fire pit, and basically took over the whole camp ground. Kids riding bicycles, shouting at each other, everything we hope to get away from by not staying in a caravan park. Then to make matter worse, another guy pulled up in his caravan, parked it opposite us,and without even unhitching his van, he started his generator and ran it until exactly 8:00pm - when the camp host asked him to turn it off.
We had planned to go up to Mount Augustus, where we had heard there was another quiet camp ground, but the whole lot of the new arrivals were also heading there. We decided to head off to the Laverton and start the Anne Beadell Highway a day earlier,