Rock surface:
We wound our way south until we nearly ran out of Australia. About 7 km from the Southern Ocean, Phill
stopped the car and let us stretch our legs. I think he had gotten tired of hearing me whine about the plants he
was taunting me about (Phill: "See that clearing? Lots of plants in that"; Barry: "Waaaahhhhh!").
He had chosen an interesting spot in the jarrah forest to stop. We were adjacent to a large clearing, where exposed granite and
mossy mounds promised excellent carnivorous plant hunting.
