Charnley River Station was a nice place to visit once we eventually got over the horrendus track they use to get from the main rd to the station. It is important to note that the majority of the road's rugardness is due mostly to the wet sesons force. Whilst here we loooked at Dill gorge which was well worth the ever so slow trip over the boulders that frequented the road. The possibility of us swimming there was restricted by the in passable rock walls that the kids would not hae been safe to travel over. On the way home we were me by a couple of Dingos. Now the manager said they were Dingos, however with th bark they had, indicated that they were definitely not Dingos, but wild dogs who may or may not have bred with Dingos at some stage. The following day saw us retrace some of the road previously visited and head towrd Lilly Pool and Grevilia Gorge. Both beautiful places, hosting rock formations that conjur up one basic question... HOW. Their placement, their linear accuracy and their scheer size were just some of the aspects we studied in awe. We were also fortunate enought to locate some naturaly occuring crystal lines within the rocks and obtain a couple of small perfectly formed crystals. Thevariety we believed to be ###### We grabbed some beautifully home grown vegies to restock our supplies and then headed back to the Gibb River Rd. Like most of the travel along the Gibb River Rd so far this was mostly uneventful. We pulled in to a rubbish drop spot only t find it hosting a malnourished, uncared for, dog which is the same as the one on the purextoilet paper. The poor wretch was playing host to, i'm sure what would have been hundreds of fleas, ticks and some god awful bacteria in its eyes causing what appeared to be blindness of sorts. I knew it could hear as it moved as the car had made a noise. After dumping the rubbish I moved toward it and called out, it turned to me and started wagging its tail. It took all the energy i could muster to walk away and not scoop it up and find a space i the car for it to give it propper home that actually cared for it. The sadest part of this whole ordeal was that she was whelping, so had stored somewhere a litter of pups she was trying to feed. I later was told that she was a 'camp' dog. This sadly translated to meaning that she belonged to the local community of Aboriginals who apparently cared little for her or the other specimines of dog that were around. I will never look at another roll of purex toilet paper the same again!!