A few kilometres upstream we came upon a little shed, where a local elder had once lived. We were told that he had now passed and it is now empty for much of the time. It’s the only dwelling for miles around.
Nearby were of course some magnificent trees.
This one in particular was different from the rest. It is a bloodwood, I think.
The bark on the trunk has an interesting pattern. No ‘blood’ (or sap) visible on this one though.