Blencoe Falls are on Blencoe Creek, a tributary entering the upper Herbert River only a few hundred metres downstream of the falls. I visited the area in the interregnum between Christmas and New Year, in what was probably the very tail end of the Dry season. There had been enough rain to keep the creek flowing, but not much more than that.
The falls are still spectacular enough. The first drop is 90m, but then there are another 230 vertical metres of cascades down to the gorge floor. The only way I could fit it all into one shot, even with a wide-angle lens, was to tilt my camera:
The falls would be at their best in the Wet – anytime between now and the end of March – but the road in is challenging enough in dry conditions and might be impassable immediately after heavy rain, so the best time to visit is early Winter.
Blencoe Falls are a good forty km upstream from Wallaman Falls but the Herbert has already carved out a spectacular gorge and there are good views of it from the lookout:
The Herbert was barely flowing at the end of the Dry season as this telephoto shot of the river-bed clearly shows, but it can obviously be a wild river during and after the Wet. Nevertheless, there is a (tough, long) walking track along it. A four or five day walk begins near the Blencoe Falls camping ground, traversing open country parallel to the gorge for the first day and continuing along the river-bed (“pick your own route”, i.e. rock-hopping) to a pick-up point on the Abergowrie road. For more information, visit the National Parks page for Girringun NP.
The Jabali Walk from the camping ground to the falls is much shorter (5km) and easier, and the return trip can be done comfortably (aside from the heat) in three or four hours. There were plenty of birds to see along the track, but mostly at such distances that good photos weren’t possible.
Insects weren’t particularly numerous, mostly because of the dry conditions, but I saw one exceptionally tough bee-fly laying eggs in gravel which had been in full sun for hours. Numerous small gullies crossed the track on their way down to the creek, all dry except one; the dragonfly and wasp below were amongst many taking advantage of it, and tracks showed cattle and native animals also made good use of it.
When I was nearly back at the campsite, a spot of yellow on a fallen tree caught my eye.
The lizard, perhaps 25cm from its nose to the tip of its long tail, didn’t move as I approached and then walked around behind it. Perhaps it thought I still hadn’t seen it? It’s clearly a Dragon (family Agamidae) and after looking at Wilson’s Field Guide I suspect its genus is either Diporiphora or Amphibolurus.