Looking back to the roof of my last hut (centre of picture), I noticed a road to the left that I had been unaware of. A blurred shot, but it shows the isolation of the hut.

I stuck my walking pole in this photo to show how deep and soft the sand was that I had just come through. Tough going down this part of the Track.

Even the four wheel drive club rate these hills, by putting down rubber matting tracks, so they don't destroy the dunes any more. At first I thought it was a bitumen road.

Feels like a five lane highway on the beach.

After climbing over "Monkey Rock", I stopped in awe to view HUGE granite boulders

These boulders are right beside the Track but don't look so impressive when looking back.

Still skirting around puddles like this.

Idyllic beach locations are often viewed from above. The wave surge almost covers the beach at times, as can be seen by the wet sand.

You have to look down to climb this steep step, and in so doing you cannot miss the sign - or could you? Still heading in the right direction.

Very thoughtful style crossing a private property fence (there were a few the Track crosses). The extended poles lets me hold on something while on the top step. Remember I had a backpack trying to out-balance me.

Heavy showers stopped for ten minutes so this is what the "Ocean Beach" sandbar blocking the "Wilson Inlet" at "Denmark" looks like from a viewing platform. This is an alternative route mentioned in the book, but the signs were under water, the same as the Track.

Do not do what I did - walking along the beach towards "Anvil Beach", you can see the cliffs in the distance. The Track was deeply flooded on the southern side of the Inlet, so I decided to walk along the beach instead. I had to climb crumbling limestone cliffs, which were really quite dangerous, and make my own track though the bush at the top, using my compass for direction. Very silly, as it also cost me around 15kms extra for getting lost yet again!! (the last time). All of this was written-up in the next hut's Journal. Nobody would have found me if something had gone wrong.

This notice says it all.

For once the "Wilson Inlet" sandbar was not opened as it usually was. That meant a big backlog of water from all the river, flooding many of the surrounding areas including the "Bibbulmun Track". It seemed like a once off opportunity t walk across the inlet. That turned out to be a big mistake, as I refused to turn around when faced with cliffs at Anvil beach.

This fence must have cost millions to construct and it's electric too. Is it to keep something in or something out? Destruction of the original "Bibbulmun Track" has been caused by some private fencing. Sometimes I had previously felt like an escapee from a prison farm, or an illegal immigrant in a foreign bush world, but even more so with a fence to walk alongside. They call this progress?

The "Roo" population have put hundreds of dents or bulges in the mesh. They have been trapped like evey other animal. Will this land end up being sold as large blocks of residential bush land like other areas between "Denmark" and "Nullaki" campsite? The bush destruction is horrendous!

The fence is like a giant catipillar going up and down hills with ease. It seems like I am on the acceptable side.

"West Howe" campsite where these seasoned Trekkers put up a self-supporing tent inside the hut , to give them extra warmth. They had packed the wrong fuel for their stove, so I let them share my gas stove and they let me share their meal. A happy swop, as I did not have to do any cooking for once.

Finally leaving the dunes behind, I go through a small tree section of the Track. A welcome change.

Quite a beautiful small tree canopy or tunnel.

The Track momentarily turns to rock again. I only fell once on the total journey but it was on a hard wet clay surface that was not very steep. I lay for a while on my back, considering if I was going to try and get out of the backpack or stand up with it on. Don't do the latter as I almost pulled a muscle in the process.

Another trekker that did not make it home! I guess this was really a dead "Roo"?

Looks like I am heading down to the surf. No sand so I am enjoying the change.

Must be getting near "Albany" as I recognise the "Albany Wolley Bush" with it's soft branches of greenary. Once I was told it was so soft you could substitute it for toilet paper if you ran out. I never did, so I cannot confirm if that's true.

Wooden boards buried in the sand make a different surface to walk on.

Granite rocks have definately been replaced by limestone around here. The green below shows a fresh water spring is active.

Walking around this limestone rock clump, I head up the hill to the distant bare sandy summit.

Duckboards stop the local vegetation from being damaged. I must be coming to a tourist area where there are more people walking and sight seeing.

My trusty "Black Diamond" extendible walking pole takes a well earnt break. My left leg had been in serious pain for 100's of kilometres, even thought the pole was reducing the amount of weight on it. So close that I felt I would have crawled rather than give up now. Later found I had damaged a nerve in my spine (pinched nerve).

'Hilltop Lokout' south of "Walpole" town. Beautiful views across the inlet to the ocean.

Steve eating trail mix at the viewing platform on "Hilltop" lookout. Just walked up a steep hill through a Karri and Tingle forrest, as part of the climb to "Douglas Hill".

Left "Walpole" at 6am after waking at 4.30am. I knew I had a climb in front of me, and wanted to get to the top of the hill before it got too hot. The sun already had a bite to it, as I ate some more trail mix of seeds, nuts M & M's (chocolate smarties) and raisins.

10km out of "Walpole" and this giant "Tingle" tree is growing at the top of the hill.

Giant "Tingle" tree tourist site with boardwalks around - I am the only tourist here, as it is early morning. Incredible feeling generated by these massive ancient trees. Definately a "time-out" moment.

How do you fit an ancient "Tingle" tree of this size into a photograph? I had been here before, but not for many years. I could make it an annual pilgrimage and still appreciate it each time.

'Tingle" tree towering over me in the forrest near "Walpole".

A dozen people could fit inside this "Tingle" tree.

Inside a "Tingle" tree looking out at a smaller one.

I walked through this forrest trusting that my time was not up! Around me were many balanced trees and branches that had fallen to a propped up state. "Work Safe" would have a fit, with the fragility of objects above the Track.

It is not only the big trunks, but the solid bows that snake from them too.

Such a big trunk, yet a nodule so low produces a stick like branch.

My fourth skinny dip, this time in the ice cold waters of the "Franklin River" while at the "Franklin River" campsite. Lots of slippery rocks to slowly walk over to the deeper water. One mistake here and I could easily finish my journey!

Not a soul in sight and it's a warm to hot skinny dipping day. Got my toes in to feel how cold the water is, before total immersion. Was not sure what might be living in the water, but had spent half an hour just sitting and watching beforehand. Note the red worn sore on my hip from my backpack. This can be seen in previous photos too.

Looking downstream, I was certainly swimming in the deepest and safest water.

A bridge crossing the "Franklin" river. Foam is caused by the tannins from the tree leaves - no, not tea leaves!

Feel the heat of the sun blazing between the giant tree trunks, on either side of the Track. I feel ant-size in my surroundings.

A discussion point amongst trekkers on the Track, was what animal died and how? It looked like it was burnt, but green instead of black was a puzzle.

This giant log had lush grass growing on top of it. Amazing!

With a tripod and time delay, plus all the running around and set-up, I did not always get myself fully into the picture. Here you can see that the drier weather has encouraged me to hang my camera case where I can quickly reach the camera, to take more photos than earlier in the journey.

Well the bush behing me is in focus, as it is more still than I am!

I felt the broken branch of this tree pointed out the Track direction more clearly than the hidden yellow "Waugal" triangle. I had to keep constant vigilance for signs like this, as there was so much to distract me in the bush.

The flies were not small either! This one has sensed that there is a smelly pair of socks under the well worn leather boot. I waterproofed them three times before I left, giving protection for three quarters of the journey. In the end they were just raw leather, but the soles were still good for even a return journey.

A night star in a morning blue sky. Not something seen before by this city slicker! Probably an everyday occurance in the bush?

I was determined to get some sunrise shots, so I started before the sun rose. The cloud formations looked right, and I had been awake for the last hour.

"Rame Head" campsite and the view across the ocean before sunrise. 15/10/07 having walked 805kms and feeling on top of the world. Another of 10 huts to myself, having not seen a soul since double hutting passed "Giants" - not good vibs for me from that hut or it's surroundings. Somehow I knew it was about to get a giant deluge of rain, so I scuttled on down the Track to Rame Head - a 31.4km stroll.

It almost looks like "Rame Head" hut should have potted plants growing in this solarium extension. It was built to keep out the wind and rain, while allowing clothes to dry. The front of the hut looks inland towards "Giants" campsite in the hills.

Although this hut is sheltered by a hill of bushes and plants, strong winds still buffeted it. The sunlight slowly lights up the early morning scene.

Any moment now the sun should rise.

Thought I might have a quick breakfast while waiting for the sun to eventually rise.

Never realised how long it takes for the sun to rise, after it gets light.

Here comes the sunrise on Monday 15th October 2007. "Just another day in paradise". I often finished my Track comments in the hut "Journal" with that thought.

Not used to seeing the sun rise out of the water in "Western Australia".

The brightness was quite blinding and it turned out to be a hot day too, although it had been a cool night.

Once the sun starts to rise it comes up very quickly.

The water made the lower part of the sun shimmer.

The sun was almost getting too bright to photograph.

One of my favourite sunrise shots, lighting up the clouds around.

It is getting light, but the sun is hiding behind the clouds with this distance shot.

Note the flowers open on the bush as they dont close at night. Not many bees around because of previous years of drought.

The dead sticks of small trees around the hut, add to the contrasting beauty of the sunrise.

This reminds me more of a sunset rather than a sunrise, with the clouds being pink underneath.

Yes, it another sunrise picture!

Without the cloud layer I would not have more than two sunrise pictures.

Definately my number one sunrise picture showing "Rame Head" hut, while looking east towards "Peaceful Bay".

I love this picture of the sunrise looking out of the hut itself. I was having fun just running around taking different shots with different camera settings.

Now that's a picture that you cannot take from your bed, except in a "Bibbulmun Track" hut!

It was difficult to get the focus and settings right, for such a glaringly bright picture of the sun rising.

The joke was that this campsite, was one of the few that the dunny (toilet) did not have a toilet roll. I donated my spare one, making my pack less bulky but not lighter.

Another view from the hut of the beach and ocean behind. I tried using the hut post to block out the low sunrise and used zoom.

This sign was on every hut water tank. I could often almost fill my water requirements, from the amount of water that was overflowing from the top of the tank. I was still conservative with my water use the whole journey though.

I made a conscious decision not to flavour the beautiful winter/spring, ice cold and fresh rain water, with purification chemicals. It was a gamble that paid off, and I only came across one wriggly mosquito lava in one tank. I took some "tights mesh" to use as a filter, but only used it once. I would not do the same in summer or autumn. You don't have enough gas to vigorously boil water. Gas was a premium substance.

The majority of the rain water tanks were in excellent condition, being well sealed at the top to stops bugs getting in.

As I walked away south from "Rame Head" hut, I wondered on looking back , whether the next occupants would enjoy the sun rising as I had.

I picked my wheel track to walk down amoungst the flowers - heading for "Peaceful Bay".

Not a tree in sight on these vegetated sand dunes.

Back again to a single track through the spring wildflowers.

I have an early morning "Roo" for company. Most of them hopped away as soon as they heard or smelt me. Quite understandable even though you don't think you smell!

There is nothing like an early morning scratch, but with those claws I would not want to be on the receiving end!

Just another "Kangaroo" with a coat that is in good condition.

These flowers smell good, but my ears are picking up the sound of a hiker on the Track.

Another camera shy "Roo" surround by spring wildflowers.

I heard you but now I can see you coming my way too. Time to take a jump out of here.

A raised boardwalk is always appreciated to keep out of the mud and water. This one went for hundreds of metres. I kept looking over the edge to see what reptiles were below. Without Track maintenance this would be overgrown within a year. Thank you to all the "Volunteers" that do the maintenance work.

Why take pictures of sand dunes you might say? What got me was the vivid colour of the flowering plants scattered around the area.

Decided these were "Roo" tracks rather than other hikers.

This "Bibbulmun Track" sign tells me to walk out across the ocean! Suddenly realised that I am on the "Old Coast Track" route, having read that it had been closed for some time, as it was too dangerous with rough seas. Resigned myself to some serious sand dune bashing, creating my own track! Not lost, just mislaid or off-route!

My short walk into "Peaceful Bay" suddenly becomes a long hot one, as I skirt around the coastline, crossing beach after beach. I kept telling myself that I was not lost, just mis-placed!

Did not take the boots off for the beach walking, as there were so many rocks between the bays to climb over.

After one hour I spot what looks like a "Bibbulmun Track" marker at the end of the bay. My telephoto digital lens picture (once blown-up) confirms that I am about to head back on the right track again.

It is really good to see the markers again! Thank you "Volunteers" for keeping them maintained in stormy conditions. In the distance you can see the sand dunes where the previous old signs ran out.

A four wheel drive must have got bogged here in the mud.

These rocks and pebbles glistened in the morning sun.

I know it is in there, and it knows I am out here - a "Tiger" snake goes bush as I chase it with my zoom lense. I should not complain that they were so difficult to photograph, as my camera was never easily available.

Yes you can just see the "Tiger" snake's tail on the botom left side, behind the big green leaf. If you click on the picture you might see it more clearly, then click again once it's loaded. My only question was how close to get, before it gets upset and comes back out!

Probably only I can see the "Tiger" snake's pointed tail on the left side in the sunlight, near where two grass stems cross and to right of the little green bush. It is still hurrying to get away from me which was good.

Beach rocks and more beach rocks, to climb over or walk around.

Now it is just a matter of jumping from one rock to another. The backpack weight makes this an interesting manoeuvre!

This middle rock is hollow, yet has an interesting shape - like a head looking down. The wonders of nature and rock erosion.

It was a long slow walk up this rocky hill, while still heading for "Peaceful Bay".

The crash of the surf is heard below.

The blue sea below turns white.

I decided to get close to the edge and look over. Not recommended in the "Guide Book", but carefully calculated!

The surf spray comes up the cliff.

Zoomed in on this solitary "Sooty Oyster Catcher" as it was the first I had seen. I took a bird book "A Field Guide to The Birds of Western Australia". Just copied the coloured plates and the details of the birds on the back of each sheet of paper. The whole book would have been too heavy, yet I had every bird in clear coloured pictures.

The "Sooty Oyster Catcher" was the only bird I could see on this beach. It is in the middle - without zoom.

On walking around the corner, I found heaps of "Gulls" and "Oyster Catchers" turning over the seaweed looking for food. It was good to see these Gulls eating natural food, rather than human rubbish.

I scored a very old caravan to myself at the "Peaceful Bay" caravan park. The benefit was cooking on a gas stove, with running water and a comfortable bed for the night. No insects either. Shot taken early morning on 16th October. I felt refreshed and ready to tackle more sand dune walking. Friendly owners and they made a good burger for late lunch.

On walking back to the swampy creek crossing, I found the hidden marker post - left side. Just walked an extra kilometre in the wrong direction on leaving "Peaceful Bay". Note the sticks I have put across the Track, so that other hikers don't make the same mistake. I was so pleased to have navigated the water and kept dry, that I did not look around for more signage.

That's a bush or small tree root nodule, just left of centre of the picture. Once you get on the coastline section of the Track, these stumps are there to constantly trip you up, if you don't lift your boots high enough. They are left over from pruning and I managed to trip over dozens of them - once nearly breaking my neck!

Here is another more obvious bush stump-root nodule, ready to trip the walker up. They are well anchored into the ground, and are like hitting a rock with your boot toe. There are often kilometre sections with hundreds of these nodules.

I have company of a "Shingleback Lizard", as I walk over t meet it coming down the hill.

The sun reflects off the "Shingleback Lizard's" scales, as it eyes me cautiously. It eventaully threatened me by opening it's mouth wide, so I backed off.

"Irwin Inlet". Now all I have to do is follow the Inlet down through the bush, rather than along the beach, to a narrow point in the distance, where ther are some canoes located in a shed. There I can cross and stay dry.

Looking out to sea from the entrance of "Irwin Inlet"

"Irwin Inlet" showing more of the river exiting into the ocean. Very scenic.

With my zoom camera I can see in the distance where I will be crossing - where the two points of land with vegetation are closest. t is very wide behind that point, so it cannot be there. This is a real landmark of the journey - canoeing across the river.

Steps, steps and more steps, as I walk beside "Irwin Inlet" through the bush. I had not realised it was so hilly and these steps are so uneven in height. Some are just huge and required a lot of effort with my backpack getting me off balance.

Finally I come out of the darker bush setting, into the glare of the Inlet waters, but I can see canoes so I am happy. Now this "Bibbulmun Track" marker makes sense, more than the previous one pointing over the ocean.

Double click on this picture and you like me, can read the instructions. It is really worthwhlile reading all the destructions. I did not want to end my journey in the middle of the water, by loosing my backpack.

The canoes are in good condition and used frequently at this time of the year. That's presumably why they are not in the shed?

With my backpack in the front compartment so I can keep an eye on it, I sit down and take my first water crossing of three. I can see the canoe shed on the other side that I am heading for.

Nearing the southern bank after "ferry gliding" across the windy inlet. I learnt to canoe at school plus I have completed an "Avon Descent" in a single canoe, but these are more like "Canadian "dugouts.

I forgot to drain all the water out of the canoe - just majority of it: so my backpack got slightly sodden while sitting on the canoe floor.

Now for the journey back to the northern side or first shed, towing a spare canoe behind me. Not easy taking pictures, at the same time as you are being blown downstream!

Terra firma - well sort of as it is quite muddy. Once I had decided where I was going to beach the canoe, I just paddled quickly to push myself up on the shore. Probably would have been better with my boots off, but that takes time to complete.

I really enjoyed the canoe crossing, although it chews up lots of time as you cannot rush it.

I arrived to take several shots, until off-loading my backpack and going back again, with a paddle, life jacket and spare canoe. If I had been half an hour later, I could have handed everything over to a German hiker going south to north.

Here you see the two canoes teathered together, as you cannot use one without taking one back.

The "Showgrounds" is strange place, where there are open heath areas with grassland vegetation in many different small valleys. Not created or cleared my humans either. Shadeless on a hot day with quite a few sandy hills to climb too.

Nobody seems to know the answer as to why trees and bushes don't grow on the "Showgrounds" valleys.

Navigating down this one to two metre cut-through in the Track was not easy with a heavy backpack. The flies were enjoying all my sweat droplets on my face. My shadow on the left.

The Track is not easy to follow in front of me, but I can see where it ends up on the hilll in the distance.

Dead tree with so much green around it. I believe that the water course dried up under it's roots.

"Parry Beach" looking back as I remember that the weather suddenly turned into a full storn on "Mazzoletti Beach". I was blown down the length of it by a 25 knot wind, stinging rain and very poor visability. The "Parry Inlet" channel was fortunately easily crossed.

Trying to find hard wet sand is not easy when beach walking, but it cetainly was good to take the boots off and air the feet. Beach walking was enjoyable, as I did not have to look out for snakes or anything to trip over.

This is one exit off the beach you could only miss, in blinding rain and poor visability.

A fantastic use for old tyres, chained together to provide steps up a sand dune.

Although I was a lone walker, I would quite often recognise the same boot prints, going in the same direction, of a hiker one or two days in front. These are my "Croc" shoe prints, having walked as far as the eye can see.

This is the local four wheel drive club campsite. by the ocean. Not a "Bibbulmun Track" sign. It is a very exposed campsite, but I suppose you shelter behind your vehicle.

When walking on the beach in the rain, I went to go and investigate something swept up by the surf. After checking it was nothing of importance, I stopped to read my map to make sure I had not missed my sand dune turn-off iwith the poor visability. Next moment a large wave swamped my boots I had on, and soaked me up to my knees. I could only stand and laiugh, as the rest of me was very wet too. I did NOT pay attention to the ocean and paid a small price.

Now I knew why I had trained on the steep "Jacobs Ladder" steps in "Kings Park Perth". These were tougher only becasue of the soft sand surface.

This picture only shows half of the steps looking back down. I would not have liked the job of building them. The sand and the constant steps were the main reasons why the southern section of Track was not my favourite, in comparison with the middle section.

The sandy beaches turn into granite shelves on this section, which the waves really pound.

Looking east along the coast from near "Boat Harbour".

So close and yet so far from the "Boat Harbour" campsite. I had run out of drinking water and I really wanted to walk in a straight line to the rainwater tank. Instead the road went in a huge loop, tme further away, before coming back to the hut. This was the only time I mis-managed my water, by taking 1.5 litres in my 3 litre water bag. I was trying to reduce weight by 1 kilo, but sufered a very dry mouth instead.

Mosquito net in place suspended from the ceiling. I soaked it in "Pyretherine" before I left home, so that any mosquitos getting in when I got in, died the moment they landed on the surface. Handy for fly protection too. Never had any beasts raiding my food, as it was always hung up in my backpack. Sometimes I would wrap my silver foil space blanket around the outside, so that I could hear any Possums tampering with it in the night.

This hut is also a nesting place for migrating swallows with their mud nests.

At times I was very tidy and slept in a small footprint, even though I was the only one in the shelter.

As soon as I arrived in a hut, I undid both my down sleeping bag and my air matress, so they could both re-inflate, after squeezing all the air out for traveling.

The pale grey area around my sleeping bag neck was a heat baffle. Pull the cord and hot air could not get out as you turned over. Found I could sleep without a beanie because of the built in hood. Only wished it had a full length zip to let some more cool air i! Basically it was too hot, except on two nights of 2 and 4C. The wood chip floor fo the huts in the south, was much better than the dusty dry dirt (dirty) floors in the northern huts.

Here you can see the diametres of the sleeping bag (yellow) and the (orange) "Thermarest" full length mattress weighing 680gms. Both had their own waterproof bags. Inside the pack I had a 70 litre -98gm "Ultra-Sil" pack liner, with special double top closure, so that no water ever got in at all (highly recommended). A belt and braces approach.

On the right side is my self-inflating "ProLite 4" very ligh and most compact mattress, with a long webbing strap and pull pressure buckle keeping it together. The yellow compression bag on the left is for my small waterproof, too warm sleeping bag - it only weighed 800gms and went down to -5C. I was determined to get a warm nights sleep and I sure did!

The blue wetsuit material beside my "Croc" shoes was half of my head diving gear, that I cut up into two large sections for extra padding to slip under my backpack straps or arouund the hips - (highly recommened). It was also good for sitting on wet logs and had many uses. I lost one in" Denmark" climbing cliffs (when doing a slight flood detour and was not willing to go back and search for it.

While munching on breakfast I didn't waste time, but instead put on my gaiters, using velcro tape to do up the front. The cord under the boot arch never broke, although I was warned that it would. Once I did that underside knot up, it stayed like that for the rest of the journey. I would just slip them over my boots.

I get the feeling I am being watched by this friendly little "Welcome Swallow", that is covering a sleeping area below with droppings. Good company though.

This "Welcome Swallow" looks much like the "Barn Swallow" that migrates all over the world. The swallow above can be found all over "Australasia".

Back on the Track again, heading out of "Williams Bay" campsite with still no trees in sight. I am still on these vegetated sand dunes with the ocean and wind for company. - strong gusts and occasional showers.

Bright white beach sand below.

I feel like a four wheel drive vehicle, but only on one track. Now this rubber surface makes walking so much easier on sand.

My first distant shot of "Albany Wind Farm" with the zoom. Little did I know how close I could get to these almost silent sentries.

I enjoyed the seven kilometre beach walk crossing the mouth of "Torbay Inlet". I knew the hardest parts of my epic journey were over. The locals even fed me some spare quiche and salad, the also strawberries from their picnic hamper. What a beautiful welcome to Albany.

This channel was flowing, but it was not the main one on "Torbay Beach". Crossing it with boots off was not a problem.

The channel across the beach had the usual Tanin brown or brackish water.

This fast action shot shows how the water was quicklly widening the channel, as sections of beach sand collapsed into the water, as I took the picture. Double click for a close-up and then click again to see more detail.

"Torbay Inlet" was blocked by a sandbar, so no wading was required.

"Mutton Bird" viewing platform where I was given a picnic lunch by some locals, who had watched me walking the length of the beach. Fishermen below.

The view back up the beach I had just walked along. As usual very soft fine sand.

Happy to oblige as I don't plan to end the journey here!

As I approached "Hidden Valley" campsite the "Albany Wind Farm" got closer.

Suddenly noticed that my leg muscles had grown with all the exercise.

Around 1001 kilometres of walking had cost or lost me around 10 kgs, and I was not fat to start off with!!

The very last shelter or hut at "Hidden Valley". I understand other walkers saying that the just wanted to turn around and keep walking. It becomes a way of life, with it's little routines and state of mind. I never knew what was around the next corner, so every experience was new and thought provoking. Could I live back in the Big SMoke again?

Sun up over the "Wind Farm" in "Albany".

The towers look like they are climbing the hill, as you walk by "Albany Wind Farm".

My first Track view of the finishing town "Albany"

You can see by the spray from the surf that this is a windy spot. The turbine blades were rotating, but suprised me by their quietness.

At times I felt the Track was going to pass underneath the columns. No mud, water or bushes on this tourist section of the Track.

This raised boardwalk show how close you get to "Albany Wind Farm".

The signage with the "Wind Farm" as a back-drop.

It was difficult to comprehend before the walk and just as difficult after completing it, that it was nearly 1,000kms! While walkig, I did not focus on the magnitude, but on each day as it unfolded.

I did not want to miss having at least one good shot of this sign, as there were few of them on the Track giving the distance involved. Even in a closs-up, the flowers got in the picture.

Another sign telling me the "Terminus" or finshing spot was only 15kms away.

"Sandpatch Cliffs" viewing platform and the "Bibbulmun Track" sign tells me that it is nearly all over on the 51st day.

No this is not a four wheel vehicle track, just the wide trekking Track to protect the sand hill from erosion. It sure makes life easier and was much appreciated.

Lacking a walking partner, my backpack tended to feature in many of my shots. If it could have done it would have been smiling like the owneer, as I crusied along towards the finish. On close-up (double click the picture) you will notice my suntan cream that I carried the whole way in outside pocket, yet only applied three or four times. The mosquito roll-on was used more often.

The waterproof and windproof jacket needs to be positioned somewhere where you can reach it quickly. Stuffing it through the loop at the back of the pack for hanging it up, was an ideal solution. It only once worked loose, but I spotted it before it totally fell. It would have been a disaster to loose!

If I had walked without any pole or walking stick, I would have had to substitute something else to do a million jobs. Here the stick is helping balance the backpack in the wind: like the rubber wetsuit layer under the pack, making the base more level. Everything had a use or a place.

If I had walked without any pole or walking stick, I would have had to substitute something else to do a million jobs.

A quick zoom shot in the morning haze, of 'Albany" houses from across the bay.

Just when "Tiger" snakes were the last thing on my mind, this two metre one decides it's not camera shy. It moved very quckly off the Track in the hot morning sun, as I got closer. For once I get the first of two shots after seeing 50 "Tigers" and 4 "Dugite" snakes, spotted lying on the Track in front of me. It was just a matter of having the camera set up and ready.

I started the journey afraid of snakes and finished it admiring the "Tiger" snakes beautiful yellow and green underbelly and black back. I heard at least another 50 snakes beside the Track going away through the bushes, but they were never a problem for me. The triple frog population also tripled the snakes too. All because of a very wet spring. I learnt not to walk on the sunny side of the Track, as the shady side had less snakes sunbathing!

Cultivated town flowers grow in large bush clumps, almost looking like wildflowers.

Albany Town Hall was a personal goal to reach, having placed a picture of it hanging in my study, ever since I decided to walk to Albany. This photograph was taken as I walked back up the hill, looking for a hotel that served reasonably priced steaks and draught Guinness on tap for lunch.

An emotional moment as my camera tripod balances on my backpack for this finishing shot. Five months of training and 51 days on the Track and I had arrived.

Back to cvilization, hot showers, non-dehydrated food and no more walking. It took more than a day to come back to "Earth". I stayed in "Albany" for two nights before catching a coach back through "Denmark" to "Bunbury", then caught the "Australind" train back to "Perth". Lots of leg room on the train and good to get off the road and away from traffic.