Time to move on! After packing up we headed 43km north to Porongarup. Deep into Karri forest. There was a walk that we had seen in a tourist brochure that we thought might be good. Seeing as it was the Australia Day public holiday, we weren’t alone. It was nice walking along the path saying “good morning”, and having the greeting returned in a variety of languages and accents. The board at the bottom of the hill advised that the walk was a 2 hour return walk. In our experience, the information boards are very generous with their time estimates so we set off. Caleb wasn’t too keen on walking at all and after 100 meters, the complaining was incessant. It took all of our cajoling, encouraging, and then plain threatening to get Caleb to finish the 40 minute ascent. Admittedly, the walk gradient was pretty steep and there was plenty of huffing and puffing all around. 
At the top was a balancing rock so we had our photo taken “holding it up”. Further on, Aaron declined to come and started back down the mountain, we were warned that the terrain changed dramatically. Signs stated not to continue if you were afraid of heights, couldn’t scramble over and between rocks or climb up a 7 meter ladder suspended over open drops. We were intrigued. Caleb handled it all very well, passing some other adults who decided to turn back. We were impressed with the structure holding up the walkway providing views above the forest and beyond. How on earth did they get all the material up here? We assumed a lot if it must have been dropped in by helicopters. A stunning view and well worth the effort. If you are in the area, you absolutely must put it on your list and even use it as motivation to increase your fitness!
We stopped for lunch at the “tree in the rock”. This is exactly what it says. A tree growing out of a rock. We had carried our food with us and saw a few envious glances from others who had not been so industrious.
On our way further North we found a dead kangaroo. Ray estimated if was about 7 feet long and was tempted to get his tape measure out and measure it, except that the stench prompted a quick photo and quick exit. 
We decided to “free camp” in the Stirling Ranges for the night, passing the evening playing checkers surrounded by the silence of the bush and the occasional call of something wild. Yet again we counted our blessings and wondered at the amazing landscape… Ray finally beat Az at Checkers!