Dawn at the campground in Mount Field National Park presented a cacophony of sounds – the mad laughter of kookaburras, the “kussicks” of green rosellas and squawking harangues of sulphur...
After the chill of the night, which reached a low of 5.7ºC in the Lake St. Clair campground, Vilis and I warmed ourselves with a hot porridge breakfast and set a brisk pace up through the black peppe...
In rain and the dim light after dawn, Vilis and I departed from Rosebery after availing ourselves of a free breakfast of cold cereal and hot toast courtesy of the Top Pub. Heading south toward Queenst...
The darkness of 6 a.m. arrived too early after a night during which Vilis and I awoke and pulled on track pants, socks, and sweaters for added warmth. The cold of Narawntapu National Park was so unexp...