We walked past a pair of gum trees bent in homage to the sacred place. A bell hung between them. I imagined Mum as a young girl racing across the red-hot sand of the compound, bare foot. “You were a wussy if you wore shoes,” she once told me.Read more "The T-Team with Mr. B — Glen Helen"
Caught in the vortex of habits.Read more "Mid-Life Drama"
Koalas, if there were any, remained hidden. Mating season over, cold day, and these marsupials preferred to hide in lofty gum trees, getting high on eucalyptus leaves and sleeping. The Swiss visitors then set their hopes on seeing koalas in the wild at Morialta. Perhaps Morialta koalas are more sociable.Read more "The Fantastic Fleurieu"
I used my willpower to put one foot in front of the other. The track back to that camp seemed to take an eternity.Read more "Overworked in Kings Canyon"
I caught up to the fellers who lingered at the base of these three adjoining cliffs near a small rock-hole. We marvelled at the chasm, and the steady stream of tourists like ants trailing along the edge of the cliffs above.Read more "Trekking With the T-Team: Kings Canyon"
And so, I feel blessed that we live in a beautiful part of Adelaide, in the foothills with Sturt Gorge only one street away. Yet, though the gorge is close, our visits to it have been rare – maybe once every couple of years.
The main issues with Sturt Gorge is: 1) snakes which are active in Spring and Summer, and 2) it’s easy to get down into the gorge, but hard work climbing up out of the gorge.
We met many people descending who smiled and said, ‘Ow ya goin’?’ some said, ‘It’s worth it.’ One lady mused at my tee shirt that had the words, ‘Mum went to London and all I got was this lousy tee shirt’.Read more "Trekking With the T-Team–Uluru"