Storm over Musgraves

I knew this wind meant business, dangerous business. I rushed to Dad and told him the whole story—the wind, the sparks, the wild fire, and my little blue bowl.
‘What campfire?’ Dad smacked his lips, yawned and turned over.

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Lost City, More Adventures

Originally posted on leeannemarieblog:
More Adventures in the Lost City, Kings Canyon [Extract from Trekking With the T-Team: Central Australian Safari 1981] Rick’s Rockhole Sunday August 9, 1981 My bladder ached with cold. Unable to bear the urge any longer, I peeled off the layers of sleeping bag, pulled on my boots and braved the…

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