Perth to the Pilbara

Before I get into it this week, I’d like to take a moment and do something I’ve never done before. Over the years, this blog has collected a small following that, in places, even extends beyond my own circle of family and friends. Some of you leave comments from time to time, others drop in… Continue reading Perth to the Pilbara

Little Gnomes and Big Trees in the South West

I really, really wanted to like Esperance. This was our first proper town in Western Australia, a lonely outlier on the state’s southern coast. The name had a nice ring to it, a hissing rhythm when pronounced in Australian English. Esperance – it’s French for “hope,” named after a ship in the same expedition that… Continue reading Little Gnomes and Big Trees in the South West

The Nullarbor

The Nullarbor is more famous for the things that aren’t there than the things that are. There are no hills, for example. Nor are there many trees. There are no real towns to speak of, and very few bends in the road. This lack of things makes for a large (even by Australian standards) blotch… Continue reading The Nullarbor

South Australia: We Finally Go West

So for the last six or seven months people have been asking Hailee and I, “what’s your plan?” To this we would rattle off a laundry list of people to visit and places to see along the east coast. We wanted to check out Tasmania. We had people to visit in Brisbane. We had to… Continue reading South Australia: We Finally Go West

Western Tasmania and Escaping the Apple Isle

In the years that I’ve kept this blog, I would say a majority of the posts start the same. This one is no different: I’m sorry I haven’t been posting. This time I think my excuses are reasonably good. In the past month or more I have been working on other projects (and even getting… Continue reading Western Tasmania and Escaping the Apple Isle

Hiking Frenchman’s Cap

Frenchman’s Cap is a white mountain, made mostly of quartzite, in Tasmania’s southwestern wilderness. It doesn’t look like a Frenchman, or a cap, but apparently some convicts thought it did so that was that. On a clear day you can get a glimpse of it from the Lyell Highway as you cross the island from… Continue reading Hiking Frenchman’s Cap

Still in Tasmania: The South East

Well, we’ve had almost six weeks in Tasmania now and have only just made it to the west coast, known as the wilder part of this strange little island. We seemed to get stuck in the south east for quite a while there, because every dirt road seems to conceal some little version of paradise.… Continue reading Still in Tasmania: The South East