Today, I seemed to be caught in some netherworld between Tasmania and Queensland, a world of yawning, of washing load after load of camping laundry, of restocking the kitchen with food, of sifting thr...
After days of dragging ourselves out of bed before dawn, we finally slept in, cozy in our sleeping bags. Once again, Fortescue Bay had granted us a mild night, and on rising we felt rested, rather tha...
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...