Autumn in Tasmania is all kinds of beautiful, and the setting for a spectacle you won’t find anywhere else.
I wasn’t lost. Not in the way I could be in mountains and trails like these. But I had no idea where I was or where I was going.
It’s about 2.30pm on a Monday afternoon and Hosier Lane, a graffitied alley off Melbourne’s Flinders Street, is alive.
At the end of my second day on the Overland Track I wrote in my notebook: “It’s the littlest moments that make this so amazing.”
The lavender fields at Bridestowe Estate are a stunning sight. But they aren’t the biggest attraction here.
When I gatecrashed my parent’s holiday and they told me we’d be heading north to Cape York, I didn’t realise I’d be retracing my dad’s road trip 32 years earlier.
I spent six weeks driving through some of the most remote parts of Queensland and loved every second of it – almost.
From the water there is a unique view of Boodjamulla National Park, but following the walking trails provides another perspective.
The sparkling emerald water in Lawn Hill Gorge is a refreshing sight after the long drive through the outback.
The Gulflander once travelled between the goldfields and the port, but now it’s a carting tourists through Queensland’s Gulf Savannah.