We’ve been enjoying Cairns these last few days, and will be here for a month to get our fill of Tropic North Queensland. As I look around I see a bustling and growing tropical metropolis that is now a tourist mecca, I see so much that has changed. I first set foot in this region 30 years ago on our first adventure north of the Capricorn. We had two vegemiters in tow and I was barely pregnant with number three.
Innot Springs in Far North Queensland is to the west, deep behind the Atherton Tablelands. It is a special place to visit and is to be found between Ravenshoe and Mount Garnet on the Kennedy Highway. You can sink you feet into the light flow of Nettle Creek, burying them in the grainy sands, which have been gathering in an Outback creek since the Dreamtime and it’s a great treat in the dry Outback. Continue reading
We’ve been back on the wallaby for a few weeks now, making our way north chasing the sun. There are two routes to choose between when travelling between north and south in Queensland.
We crossed and ocean today, it was an inland sea once, very like the Mediterranean, but now this one is beneath the silted rock and beds of ancient sands, it is the Great Artesian Basin. We were travelling up through inland Queensland, commonly known as a region of the Outback. A region bordered by the Carnarvon Ranges (Katjarra Ranges) to the west, a plateau section of the Great Dividing Range with the Pacific Ocean to the east. This area is now a vast plain… a flat land.
We are back, returned from our sojourn in the NW Pacific coast of the USA and the Rockies of Canada and it is always nice to be home.
For those first few precious weeks in returning you see things through different eyes. The skies in Aus. are so blue here, the nights so dark with a spray of a million brilliant and familiar stars overhead. The air is so crisp, a welcome and familiar crispness given that it is now mid winter, even if it is similar to the summers of the NW in America.
We are ‘on the road’ finally! We drove out of the gate and barely looked back. Though hubby managed to collect the cover for the gas water system and wiped it out… nahhhh who needs hot water in summer, fix it latter … just add it to the list. We will return on occasion, for better or worse, to check up on the home and hearth but mostly our home now will be in our cosy 20 feet of caravan along with two dogs and a solar and gas supply. I haven’t told you much about our caravan but it has taken three years in the organizing… actually longer than that if you count our adventures in the Bitch Box. Continue reading
It’s the night before Christmas and all through the fight, the kidlets are hiding and waiting to bite… hmm… thats not how it goes!
Chrissy marks the end of the year for me … mainly because by New Years I am over it. The Silly Season is when the pickings on telly become hopeless making it a time when I have come again to realized that it is a good thing that I gave up the telly a while ago.
For those new guys to the subscription list … welcome .. luv ya’s. If you read back you will discover that we are prepping for our escape as Grey Nomads in 4 short weeks . In the meantime however Christmas is just 2½ short weeks away and the family is preparing to descend. It is our Baby Boy’s turn to host Christmas and as he happens to live in the Granny Flat now as we have moved into the Grampie Flat (caravan) in prep for our tour about Aus. the family begins to descend on our place tomorrow and preparations are fully in force.
The mysteries of the Min Min lights in Outback Queensland have been around since the Dreamtime. When Australia was first colonized two hundred years ago and as the whitefella’s moved into the Outback the notoriety of the Min Min became legend.
But what are these strange orbs of light that bring portend to those who they menace? The jury is still out, but Aboriginal Lore will tell of their legend and their power.
The Kadimakara is an old Australian Aboriginal word that is used to describe the Dreamtime, prehistoric monsters, or the unique megafauna and/or dinosaurs (not strictly speaking) of the Australian landscape. That the word survives in a culture that has no written text is a testament to the power of storytelling.
No one instructed the Australian Traditional Aboriginal in the existence these animals. The account of them was born of experience and knowledge alone. The creatures were spoken about as having foraged and fed across the lands of Central Australia and other regions. We know also that they actually existed because they left their bleached and fossilized bones in the once great lakes and sea’s of central Australia. They are yet another account of something of which modern man has no practical written record, outside of palaeontology studies, art and storytelling.