The Savannah Way – Channel Country

calavert crossing campWe have travelled vast distances in the last few days, across The Top End, headed to a pre-arranged rendezvous. We are travelling fast, sleeping under the stars in the swag at night and settling up for longer breaks in the tough little camper trailer. In places we are revelling spotlighting for croc’s, enjoying the birdlife, the dancing brolga’s and breathtakingly majestic eagles feasting on varied offerings of varied road-kill on these dusty Outback roads of the Channel Country in the Carpentaria’s Gulf. We have been enjoying the wildlife along the dusty tracks, the wallabies, emu and so many others along with the fattened cattle healthy from the lingering Wet season… the Stations are preparing to muster.

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The American Wilderness – Yellowstone

Screen Shot 2014-06-10 at 6.22.08 amYellowstone is something unique. It is the combination of many things, the wildlife, the thermal activity, the wild rivers and canyons, the patches of grass left fallow for the animals that you find alongside the road. Then there is the snow that sits seemingly idle in the high places, even in summer. It is all these things and more.

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Newnes – Visiting an Industrial Ghost

Screen Shot 2014-05-27 at 6.50.05 amDeep in the bush, in the region which secreted the dinosaur of trees, the Wollemi pine, is hidden another secret. It is the industrial ghost settlement of Newnes, a testament to mans industry and a ruin of epic proportions.

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Oldies at Large – The Wilderness Camp

Screen Shot 2014-05-02 at 11.57.35 amKanangra-Boyde Wilderness Area, Blue Mountains west of Sydney

I sit here in the fog of a cold mountain morning, listening to the sound of the remarkable lyre bird whose song fills the forest with an amazing cacophony of sound. It is wonderful to hear as he begins in waking the other animals of the wilderness. It is still fairly early in the morning and the currawong joins him in his song as the kookaburra breaks the dawn with a deafening cackle. I wonder though … is that the lyre bird telling his tale, trying to teach a youngster how to lie? The tone is slightly off, the cackle less sure in the dawn. I will never know. Continue reading