Ode to Jagungal

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

Sunsets in the Wolgan Valley. And the birth of new adventures.

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.