Once explored in Autumn glow, now laden with icy snow; under the watchful eye of the cawing crow, is the great and mighty Kosciuszko. Despite hearing tales of cross-country adventure throughout my childhood, it took nearly 26 years for me to don a pack and set out on a multi-day ski across the Kosciuszko… More Skiing the Back Country
Living in the Wolgan Valley, one can easily make a worthwhile day-trip out of the Red Rocks area on the Capertee-Wolgan divide. I had also heard many great things about the complexity of the landscape here and wanted to stretch my legs before embarking on another 10-day stretch of work days. I set out on… More Day walking the Red Rocks
Day one: Durness to Cape Wrath Upon embarking on a solo long distance walk, one expects that they will encounter their fair share of hardship along the trail, and that their original plans will morph as conditions change and various obstacles arise. It is for that reason I like to keep an open mind; I… More The Cape Wrath Trail: Durness to Glencoul
After spending a good month in Scotland walking the Cape Wrath Trail, I was feeling up for a bit of a challenge on home ground. It was thus I found myself on a cold winter’s night, drinking a hot toddy at Katoomba’s Station bar with friend Tim Vollmer, and mentally preparing myself for an early… More A Katoomba to Kanangra Return
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise, Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky. -The man from Snowy River, A.B “Banjo” Patterson. TO DESCRIBE a place such as this – It is… More Ode to Jagungal
A four day weekend deserves an adventure and after working 10 days straight, the little voice in my head that whispers: “let’s get out of here for a bit”, becomes a pretty loud shout. Thus, I found myself going through the ordinary motions of bush-packing late one Monday night. The plan was simple, to walk… More A walk down the river
I love watching the sun set. Not only because it can be a very beautiful thing; watching the clouds change from white and gray to pink and orange and red, feeling the heat escape from everything as the light trickles behind the horizon, but because it creates in me a sense of comfortable familiarity. No… More Sunsets in the Wolgan Valley. And the birth of new adventures.