Articles
22
Sep
Months ago, when I set out from Sydney, my friend Brad told me that that there was a beer and a 'milk crate with my name on it' waiting...
22
Sep
Fear and loathing in Gregory
I camped up in the bed of the Gregory River sometime after sunset. A group of indigenous locals were camped a little bit upstream and I...
06
Sep
Holy Cow
The road from Winton to Cloncurry streaks North-South through the landscape, straight and flat across plains of dry grass. Another hot,...
25
Aug
Clean hands
After my brief rural idyll, I legged it North for a spot of barra fishing. I knew that my fishing friends were camped somewhere on the ...
24
Aug
Gone Fishing
I stayed at Navarra for a couple of days, helping Andy muster and draft the weaner wethers for sale. The sheep smelled clean and dry an...
12
Aug
The Pursuit of Sheep
The next morning Andy and I delivered the pump to Ray, a station a bit further down the track from Trinidad. They were in the middle of...
11
Aug
Bring Water
Andy’s place is called Navarra. It’s a 60,000 acre sheep and cattle station in the Barcoo, with blue and red hills looming in the dista...
05
Aug
Riding Blind
We left the lights of the pub and headed into blackness. There was no moon, and I was riding in front of the Landcruiser, even though I...
25
Jul
Welcome to Yaraka
According to my map, there is a town called Emmet, and that’s where I needed to turn left for Yaraka.
In reality, there is no town. The...
21
Jul
Go West
I’d arranged to camp that night at a station out past Yaraka, in a fairly remote stretch of south-western Queensland. It was vaguely on...
20
Jul
Meat Ant Park
I was up at daybreak to share a camp fire and some fine espresso with my new fishing friends.
The river water was warm to touch, so the...
14
Jul
Strangers by the River
In the main street, standing beside Beastie in the midday sun. I’m looking for something in my pannier when a white ute pulls up beside...
28
Jun
Like A King
That night in Mitchell was the first night of the trip where I’d needed to zip my sleeping bag all way up and snuggle down; people said...
24
Jun
Under the beautiful widow-makers
It was just before sunset when I rolled over the bridge and into Mitchell. Up ahead, I could see a broad main street overlooked by a do...
23
Jun
Into the light
Roma was the first place that I’d had phone reception for a few days. As I savoured my steak breakfast, I answered text messages and ch...