Yes, I know I have commented, with disdain, at aspects of the Grey Nomads but observing most of them in this wonderful place has provided an altered perspective.
Chatting is what these adventurers love. I am guilty – given I travel alone until I meet up with others. There is never a lost opportunity to latch on to someone to share knowledge of places just gone or places yet to come. In Carnarvon the park is full of caravans and camper trailers with a splattering of campervans. Walking to the amenities block can be dire (if you are in an absolute hurry) when these friendly nomads seek out every passerby for the opportunity to talk to someone apart from their partner with whom they spend long periods in confined spaces camped or on the road.
What I found, and what spurred me on to explore the wonders of this park (together with my kids’ interest in my physical well-being) was the capacity of many nomads to complete 14 k walks.
So, remembering my son’s imperative “You’ve gotta get walking” and my daughter’s warning that the park had many uneven, rocky surfaces and stepping stones to cross the creek many times on the walks, I set off and soon found a stick like that the nomads carry. 12 kilometres and six hours later, I limped into the carpark and guzzled a huge mug of cool water as I had depleted my 1 litre supply about 3.5 k’s from the visitor carpark.
Accomplishment? You betcha! I have never walked so far and climbed so many stairs to see such amazing sights as the Moss Garden and Ward’s Canyon. (For more photos, see Instagram.)
What you thought I would never tell you! 
I’m impressed! 12km is a long way. I hope you pulled up alright the next day.
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So glad you did the walk. Its too beautiful not to experience it all. I visited once in the dry and once after rain. Worth going to again when there is water in the gorges.
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