At sunrise, Vilis and I departed from Townsville, our destination Mount Isa near the western border of Queensland, approximately half way to Alice Springs. We headed inland on the Flinders Highway, th...
This morning, I ran in the dimness before good light, the pavement damp from rain, the air thick with humidity, the Australian dawn chorus strong with voices of figbirds, oriole, magpies, and lorikeet...
In the darkness before dawn, rain like none Vilis and I had heard since the depths of the Wet pounded down onto the metal roof of our rental house. In first light, I saw flooded raised beds and patios...
Still pimpled with red bites in less than convenient places from our Wet Tropics backpacking trip on Hinchinbrook Island, Vilis and I cast our thoughts ahead to desert country and Alice Springs. Earli...