There’s something about the rainforests of Paluma that draws us back again and again. The wild tangles of vegetation. The vines that Vilis loves. The suite of birds so different from those of To...
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...