Sara thought she was the first one to the top. Yay cutie! I'll have to photoshop those other tourists out of the picture before I show her this.

We climbed trails like this every day in the outback. So much fun!

Sara tempting fate.

Our guide Chris trying to find us a witchity grub (to eat). He was a ranga and a kiwi, but none of us gave him crap for it.

Sunset in the outback. Sweetness.

One lazy dog petting another lazy dog. Luckily for the both of us, Sara is partial to lazy pets.

Microlith stone tool. One side is a straight edge, the other is serrated. This is highly technical workmanship. There's tons of stuff like this at Craig's place near Kata Tjuta.

Good old Craig telling us another story. Man this guy could yarn with the best of them. You can tell which part of the story he's at by the smile on his face. He's at the part where somebody gets whacked with a stick.

Winter in the outback is colder than I thought it would be. I should have brought pants. Luckily I brought soccer socks to keep my legs warm. Sara was pleased.

Outback showers. You start a fire under the steel water tank, and when the water is warm, you get naked. This was pretty sweet in the cold outback winter--it was about 40 degrees fahrenheit at day break.

Scaredy cats turning back before they even got their bums wet!

I was the only guy tough...umm...dumb enough to swim all the way across this freezing mountain pool. It only took me three hours to feel normal after this.

Sara getting snuggled-up in the firelight.

Rolling up the beds after another night under the stars. How did we ever come back to the prison we call a "house"?

This is a river bed in the winter. In the summer, there are five meters of water right here!

Swimming hole--cold freakin' swimming hole.

Sara enjoying the scenery at Watarrka National Park. When you see stuff like this for five days in a row, it's hard to go back to the mall.

They told me if I can get it started, I could take it. I just didn't have enough duct tape. Dang!

Pretty rugged plant life in the outback. How the stuff is this thing surviving? There's no dirt!

Me performing an aboriginal rite of passage. If you can hold up a REALLY BIG ROCK with your pinkie finger, then you get to have the first pick of the roo meat.