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...
After a hot porridge breakfast, we broke camp at Tall Timbers and drove north past dairy herds, mist-shrouded hills, and the wind turbines rearing against their backdrop of lush green pastures, wind-s...