On Sunday we will be driving some more desert, so here is an early blog post - hope you enjoy it! The Red Centre. This is the heart of Australia. Some might say both physically and allegorically. The dry red dirt of the outback, indigenous culture, stunning landscapes and wide open spaces. Every kilometre, every subtle change in landscape, every slowly revealed twist and turn of the road is a deeply affecting reminder - this is a special place. This week we began by resupplyi
This is the story of our wedding day. The images that go with the story are valuable to us, and as such we ask that you do not download, edit, repost or digitally redistribute them anywhere else without our permission. Printing them for your own use is okay. Look at them here as much as you like!
It was such a wonderful day and we feel so blessed for those who came to share it with us. We hope our guests had a good night enjoying the fabulous vegan food, booze and cake! We
One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty Seven Kilometres. Four States. Two Deserts. Seven Geocaches. It's been a big week! On a crisp Monday morning, we tried to wind our body clocks back to 'rise before the flies to eat breakfast in peace' time. It took a few more days to get the rhythm right. Loading up on groceries at TJ's Roadhouse, and a full 120ish litres of diesel, we turned west and pointed Gary at the desert. We wound our way on gravel, corrugations, the occasional sand
Some very different kinds of adventures this week. We have done some proper exploring of the outback, which might as well be a different country to the coast. We have met some characters, shooed a lot (A LOT) of flies and seen the land become increasingly more desolate as we head west. We decided to stay an extra night in St George so we could actually explore the town some the next day, rather than just blogging and bailing. Tuesday morning we wandered down by the Balonne Ri
Back to our regular programming. This week - borderland adventures! The last few days we have been traipsing all around a dead volcano, then abandoning the coast for the outback. Like this: The morning after the wrap up of Bluesfest we slowly packed away all our stuff, while dealing with a couple of sunshowers. The winch was christened by pulling out a 5 ton Toyota bus, then used a second time to rescue a bogged caravan. Strike that one off the 'things we took and never used'
We made it! Exhausted, muddy, sleep deprived and packed up the roof tent wet, but had the best time! Yesterday we started a bit later after recovering from the Sunday night John Butler Trio antics. Ruth made friends for life of all our camping neighbours by freshly baking some Banana Bread in our little gas oven (Wedding guests, it is in the recipe book we gave you). We'll post the recipe in our next blog, promise. Our first musical stop of the day was to see Con Brio. They w
Best day yet! The weather has mostly held out and been sunny with a few clouds the last couple of days. Yesterday was a long day, but very awesome. Up front: Friendly advice to young buskers and singer songwriters: WORK ON YOUR DICTION! If you want me (and probably others) as a fan, you need to clearly pronounce each and every single word that leaves your lips on stage. Just because you know every single word of the songs you wrote intimately, or you are doing a famous cover,
Sore body, happy soul. A five day festival is a marathon, not a sprint, as our more experienced co-festivallers have reminded us. Yesterday we were woken up by the dull roar of a hot air balloon floating over, and saw some skydivers parachuting down over the festival grounds. We kicked festival day 3 off with checking out Clarence Bekker and his band. A dutch dance music vocalist who has reinvented himself as a passionate advocate and leader for music as a force for good in t