Along the way we also stopped by one of the many volcanic craters in the Tablelands. Its true depth was hidden by water and floating duckweed, but according to the info placard, the crater was the outlet for an enormous steam vent that went deep into the roots of the mountains. Flipping incredible. It’s hard to judge the height of the crater walls by the pictures, so we threw a few rocks in, determining that it took a full 5 seconds before they hit the water. We also just wanted to throw stuff in the crater.
I was worried about damaging the didge since I’d be lugging it around Australia for the next 10 months. Nico just laughed at me and explained that it was a piece of solid, dead wood, and a drop off an airplane wouldn’t harm it. So now in addition to our pile of stuff (including Emily’s didge) already filling Alby to the brim, I’ve added another big dead log.