In the cool freshness of early morning, I explored Anderson Park Botanical Gardens. I found bush stone-curlews skulking beneath a sausage tree and observed two laughing kookaburras repeatedly swoop in...
In mid-afternoon, weary of the unpacking and cleaning that always accompanies the end of a camping excursion, I cycled the Ross River Parkway to Townsville’s Palmetum Park, hoping to locate th...
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 ...