After many weeks in the red outback we come across a flowing stream. I dip my fingers in just to make sure it is real. The air is fresh and fragrant and swallows frolic under and around the bridge that spans over the narrow, but flowing, Lort River.
'Lort River'
We continue to head towards Albany. Along the way, we take a turn toward Stokes National Park. We pay our fees and read the stuff posted in the little information bay. "Danger – Tiger Snakes and Ferral Bees". The snakes we are not so worried about. We know what they look like. We know where they like to hang out. We know where not to step and what to do, should we come across one. But ‘Ferral Bees’? I’m not so sure. Did they escape from the city and turned wild? What do they look like? How big are they? Do they like soft drinks or meat? What time of the year do they buzz around the most? How aggressive are they? How soon can we get out of here?
Nevertheless, we continue further into the park to see what we can see. At the bottom of one of the parking bays, we saw mangroves and trees, literally growing out of the seawater at the edge of the bay. Other than that, there was not much else besides more danger signs. And ‘ferral bees’ were no incentive for us to stay for any length of time.
'Stokes National Park' mangroves
'trees growing out of the seawater'
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