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

One of the Gloucester Falls So we jumped the fence at the lookout, and followed a rough pad between rocks and stunted trees. It le...

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

I wish we'd thought to bring a topographical map for this spot, or done more research before arriving. Because, after a noisy night ...

After plans A and B are thwarted we come up with plan C and ironically, or naturally, it leads us to the ABC range, one of the lesser,...

It is time for some unfinished business in one of NSWs most spectacular, rugged gorges. This is the story of our long-awaited attempt at su...

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...