awildland

Ahead lies our destination, Mt Dawson rising gently out of the surrounding plateau and visible through the trees as we stand atop some r...

A lanky, dark-haired man strolls over to me in the car park. I am standing there making final adjustments to my pack. It bites into m...

Journal entry: Packed backpacks with three days worth of food in the hope of finding enough water to stay out that long. Parked at Pinch...

The lead stallion stops just five metres away. His small herd gather behind him, dripping with water, their sides heaving with exhaustion. ...

A vast lake lies ahead - smooth as glass and reflecting blue sky and the leaning branches of ancient paperbarks. White sand beaches s...

Moss-green walls of rock rise either side of the river, forming a narrow chute where the water curves right then left, drops int...

Lyrebirds call in the valley below as the dawn sky changes from pink to peach; ripening to day. I sit up in my sleeping bag, having ...