Today's journey took us down the West Coast to Arthur River. The Arthur River drains it's tannin stained water into the wild waters of the Southern Ocean. We stood at a point known as " The End of the World". It is a bit bizarre to realize that you are breathing in some of the cleanest air in the world that has blown across thousands of kilometers of open ocean. You certainly wouldn't want to get caught in a rip here. The first landfall heading west from here would be the East coast of Argentina.
Moving on we headed down the coast along tracks of extremely fine white/grey dust which infiltrated into every nook and cranny of Frankie. Finally the open coastal plains mostly devoid of all but the hardiest vegetation gave way to the forests of the Tarkine.
Julius River in the South Arthur Forest is one of the most beautiful and magical places I've been. Swathed in mosses, delicate ferns and epiphytes, every tree is a majestic work of art. A myriad of shades of green emblazons every corner of the rainforest. Stately Manferns stand sentry around the forest floor. Each fallen tree and rock is a haven for the forest creatures hiding in the daytime dens awaiting evening to bring to life the forest.
Lake Chisolm is a plugged up sinkhole that has filled with water. Because it is lower than the surrounding forest it is very protected from the weather and is usually a giant mirror reflecting the surrounding forest. Today however the wind was unusually strong and ripples broke the still surface.
Tonight we are camped in the South Arthur Forest.
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