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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...

Tuesday, two weeks ago, I was rock hoping down a narrow creek. Tea tree crowded the banks. The rocks were black and the water a dark tr...

It takes time, to find the emotional distance one need's, to re-tell a traumatic story. Finally, I am ready to write about the firs...

On this, our first (ever) extended walk in Kosciuszko National Park, we learnt a few lessons - that Pygmy possums appear like a blue f...

It is the strangest sensation, to stand by a fast flowing river and hear nothing of its movement - no sound of water over rocks or grav...

It has been too long between camping trips and the pleasure of waking this morning, amongst tall messmate and mountain gums, create...

This blog post is about a hidden pocket in famous country. A place rarely visited and a little neglected but wickedly scenic. To convin...