In the freshness of early morning, I cycled through the Ross River Parkway past Gleeson’s Weir and found the connection with the more westerly section of the parkway that in Thuringowa is named ...
In early February, I listened to an ABC radio documentary about the Simpson Desert that made me yearn to explore those red sand dunes with their gidgee trees, clumps of spinifex grasses, and diverse a...
In brilliant morning sunshine, I cycled into Annandale and crossed the pedestrian bridge at Aplin’s Weir to loop back to our home. The parkway lawns and the landscape of savannah woodland surrou...
Following a night of steady rain and another hot porridge breakfast, Vilis, Janis, and I broke camp and drove south from Malanda in precipitation that varied from mist to drizzle to heavy rain. The Pa...