awildland

It all began here at our long-serving, hard working little blog page - a free, open access site detailing our many Australian adventures. Bu...

This is an old, but strong, memory: Caz and I standing on the edge of an extinct volcano at dawn. Mist, settled in the valley below. In...

I remember battling 120km/hr winds on top of an exposed peak, struggling to keep my sanity while searching for a foot of ground we could...

Most nights we just pushed our bikes off the road, into the scrub and pitched the tent. At one point we couldn't wash our cycling...

I have not walked on the moon but I know the lightness of escaping gravity - it comes when I unbuckle my backpack and drop it to the gr...

Returning from a place of wonderful, natural beauty there seems so much to share, and a couple of years ago we were lucky enough to have th...

There is a saying that you should start each New Year the way you intend to continue it. This year, we woke on New Year'...

Sugarloaf Peak from North Jawbone Howling wind whips the wild rosemary shrubs into a blur as the open ridge we are climbing is exposed...

Forty-seven crows are perched amongst the dead limbs of burnt snowgums. They call back and forth, discussing something more than mu...

A storm is moving across the high country, coming in from the south-east. Wind clatters through the dead wood of burnt snowgums. The hor...