In mid-afternoon, weary of the unpacking and cleaning that always accompanies the end of a camping excursion, I cycled the Ross River Parkway to Townsville’s Palmetum Park, hoping to locate th...
At dawn, moisture dripped onto our tent in a campground in the village of Eungella beyond the borders of Eungella National Park. Not rain, the drips spilled from tree leaves above, fallen accumulation...
From an hour past dawn until near dusk, Vilis and I drove the Bruce Highway, that long coastal road tracing the eastern shore of the state of Queensland. Near Bundaberg, the coastal plain supported a ...
Needing an antidote to yesterday’s long hours spent cramped in a car, Vilis and I strolled for much of the morning in Bundaberg’s Queens Park adjacent to the Burnett River. Sunshine wash...