Are You Tired Of Belair NP Yet?

I'm not. I intend to walk every inch of the park and because that's what I'll write about you're stuck with it. Or not, because you don't have to read it.

Roger, while not possessed of the same desire to walk it all, accompanied me on an amble to see the waterfalls in Belair. We gave ourselves a head start by driving to an entrance gate rather than slogging the extra km from our current front door 

SA, being basically a desert state, gets inordinately excited about waterfalls which usually only run in winter (that being the rainy season in this upside down southern world) and aren't really that large in the general spectrum of waterfall sizing. That aside, Belair has some steep, rugged little gorges and SA's blythe disregard for public safety soon had us splashing along a little path that doubled as a stream atop a cliff of sufficient height that one would not want to inadvertently tumble over the edge. 

Don't fall off now.

You have been told.

 

We found, as advertised, a shelf of rock with water falling from it: indeed, a waterfall!

Belair has a small catchment area so the waterfalls are of necessity not the largest.

The creek wandered happily toward the cliff edge in one of Belair's rugged, steep little valleys.

We posed for cliff-top photos,

The sun is out!

... and debated the merits of driving or walking to the upper waterfall. And then the sun came out so we took on the stiff uphill walk complete with South Australia's ubiquitous rocks.

 

The upper waterfall was pretty in an underwhelming kind of way, but it provided another nice rock shelf on which we could practice our photographic posing again.

"Strike an epic cliff-top pose... or not."

Suitably satiated by waterfalls, we debated whether to walk back around the perimeter of the park to the car or retrace our steps via the rocks and the lower waterfall. But why backtrack if you could complete a loop? Off we went around the perimeter.

Well, first we followed a track to the boundary of the park.

...and then we followed the mountain bike track as it yo-yoed up and down beside the fence, because that was more interesting and safer that walking on the road.

Web design.

Umm, I think I'll go the long way round.

Back home the fire had survived our absence and the living room was toasty warm, the cat doing her best to roast herself. We followed her example and had a quiet night in.

Flowers, just because.