Third visit and I’m still not tired of this spectacular location: blood red beehive formations; a yawning canyon that looks recently sliced and smoothed by a potters’ hand; ready–made avian real estate neatly developed and awaiting new arrivals; tree trunks tortured and twisted from a lifetime in scorching heat and straining through rock crevices for scant moisture; and metres of ancient and long-dried ripple rocks (not all pictured here – see 2014 post for more photos – https://parrygraph.com/2014/07/22/kings-canyon/ ). The ripples always mess with my mind: incomprehensible that the tide once went out leaving ripple marks behind and now I stand looking at those same marks several millions of years later. Un-bloody-believable.