After breakfast I wandered along beside the golf course and into Bicentennial Park, soaking up the dry tropics birdlife so different from the rainforest birds at Lake Paluma, yet endearingly familiar ...
In clear sunlight and cool, upland air, grey-headed robins inspected Vilis’s and my campsite while we ate a hot porridge breakfast. Operatic chowchillas sang resonating melodies in the rainforest, a...
In mid-morning, grey cloud hung over Herveys Range as Vilis and I traveled west from Townsville toward Star River and the turn-off for mysteriously-titled Hidden Valley and, farther to the north, Lake...
After dawn, I ran a dozen kilometres beneath an overcast sky, wishing for the cool freshness of days gone by. Urged on by the Ross River Knights and the shrill squawks of rainbow lorikeets, which toda...