Early this morning, while Vilis hiked to Ormiston Gorge Lookout and then to the creek to retrieve his hat, forgotten there last evening, I wandered the campground and bits of the Larapinta Trail (its ...
In the cold freshness of the desert dawn, pied butcherbirds, white-plumed honeyeaters, and yellow-throated miners serenaded Vilis and me into wakefulness in the campground at Trephina Gorge. In the ni...
Stepping outdoors in Alice Springs this morning was like arriving in Australia all over again – different climate, different topogropahy, different flora and fauna. Unknown bird songs filled the air...
At 6 a.m., flying foxes painted black, flapping silhouettes against a starry sky lit by a big moon, and blue-winged kookaburras brayed and chortled a raucous welcome to the day. Forty-five minutes lat...