Kings Canyon is in the arid Red Centre. The top of Kings Canyon reflects this, with only a few tufts of dried spinifex and an occasional ghost gum dotting great stretches of weirdly sculpted red rock. But in the crevices, touched by the sun for only a brief time each day, and where water can be held like a treasure, there are wild flowers and macrozamia palms thriving, clinging to life in a seemingly unlikely place.
And then there’s the Garden of Eden. This is more than a crevice; it’s a deep cleft in the rock carved by the passage of a small stream. Here, the plants are lush and chaotic, and a large, clear, rock-cradled pool makes it hard to remember you’re in the desert.