Back out at Walyunga retracing steps of a few days ago, but this time with nephew and packrafts. We hike up along the riverbank, and then cut across the dry riverbed to the island, and at the running river put the rafts in. With us throughout the day are black ducks, teals, hardheads, cormorants (black and kakak), kaa kaa, wardong, noolyarak, manatj, galama. The water levels are low and we get a good look at and feel for the granite—often below us as we run aground on the shallow rapids. The wind is against us at first, but eventually dies down. There is some rain at one point—I shelter under a low melaleuca. There are sections of tuarts all of the same size that have regrown after fire. Sheoaks—some dead—zamias and invasives. At one point in a calm open section of deeper water we lie on our backs ad paddle slowly ahead. Fin notices some eagles way up high. There are two of them. And then I notice one way up even higher than those others, almost in the clouds, almost in the blue, in the sun.