Zillie Falls involved a short stroll through the rainforest and a view from the top as the waters plunged into the depths below, while Millaa Millaa Falls had the swimming hole and a large group of people who seemed to be celebrating some form of strange aquatic ritual.
By this time thoughts were firmly on the night's billet, and we pointed the chariot towards Tolga, arriving at the Atherton Tablelands Motor Inn just after five.
It hadn't been a long day in terms of the driving, four or five hours out of eight and a half isn't that excessive, IMHO, but the non-driving time was largely taken up with a fairly brisk walk through rainforest canopies and up and down access tracks to waterfalls, so when Madam ventured the opinion she wouldn't mind eating here, I wasn't about to demur.
Here 
delivered a fish and chips for Madam and a rib fillet and roast veggies for Your Humble Correspondent, both of which did what they needed to do, filling a space that needed filling without hitting any great heights or plumbing any significant depths. Good home cooked tucker that you mightn't write home about but you won't be belittling either.
One slight niggle, however. I was expecting rib fillet to come in a fairly substantial chunk rather than a couple of sliced, but what I sampled was pretty close to the rib fillet sliced thin for barbecue purposes that I'd known as cube roll back in the days when I was organising the lunchtime catering associated with school cricket carnivals.
From there, after an hour or so tapping out the travelogue it was a case of early to bed in anticipation of...