This weekend past, two friends and I ventured inland to a little place called Crows Nest, QLD.
We stocked up on water and supplies along the way.
The drive was fenced with acres and acres of geometric forest.
When we got there, it was like walking on a moonscape.
Apricot sand crunched and danced around our shoes as we trekked through the rocks and bush.
Granite towered rough and worn up high over our heads.
The streams and pools flowed slowly and steadily as the sounds of lapping water chorused with the birds.
We ventured and explored over the cliffs and around the trails, balancing and leaping between rock piles and mountain sides.
As the sun grew richer, the water turned a deep steel blue.
Trails and tracks spiraled off and over and away.
The granite boulders threw a pink haze, darkened with deep black battle scars formed by the elements.
Apricots, salmon pink and steel teal blue.
Pt II coming soon.