To the Red Centre – Mount Isa to Alice Springs

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...

Alice in the Rain

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...

Preparing for Alice Springs

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...