Good morning everyone. Camped in the bush. You wouldn't want to drop a match around here. Nothing but dead and dry fodder everywhere. Beautiful sunrise, to reveal. We had company. During the night. It's a strange place. No insects basically, but flies. Seen on lizard. No bird noises, but occasionally we hear crows way off in the distance. The place is basically void of, seeable life. Big wind during the night. So the two prints are all that weren't either trampled this morning, or blown away by the wind. I've ask my friend, Harry Kunz. "Dingo man". And he isn't sure if they are dingo tracks, or not. To me, they seem too big for fungi. But who knows. I thought they looked more cat like.