The river's entrance can be as calm as a puddle, but more often, it's a swirling, breaker-washed patch of water that demands a Z-shaped route through jagged rocks.
Here, you can see the rocks clawing out into the entrance; unfortunately you can't see the humpbacked whale that was repeatedly breeching and whacking its tail right there. (Damn digital cameras that click after the action is over...)
Kalbarri and the Murchison at dusk.
And wow, it was a place of incredible sunsets.
And windswept shores.
A Pallid Cuckoo