We left Cairns after an essential stay at the holiday park to stock up and do laundry, but three days of constant drizzle and one significant down pour left everything wet and dank. Bern being Bern though, she donned the running get up and circumnavigated Cairns through the storms, meeting Steve and the kids at Rusty's to enjoy another post run crepe, and pick up some fresh food for the travels. Steve, not wanting to be left behind, pulled on the slightly damp jo...

The title of this blog may be somewhat misleading as our extent of adventuring into the Cape was like Edmund Hillary reaching the outskirts of Auckland on his way to Everest. None the less, it was fun ..... so read on. After our successful pick up from the airport, we took Peter back to our favourite caravan park to get settled in, and to prepare him for his big week of running and living with kids! I think he did pretty well.... even surviving the 7am Cairns Pa...

Single parenting is not for me. As much as I love the boys dearly, having sole responsibility for the health and welfare for Theo for a sum total of 50 hours was HARD! For the weekly shop , I may have forgotten to eat lunch and ended up buying raisin toast, a loaf of bread, cookies, donuts and to top it off a vegemite scroll for the road. Carb craving much... Theo loved it! Bern and Archie headed to Newcastle on the long flight via Brisbane from Cairns to be at ...

Fruit and food everywhere! The lush ground of the wet tropics is apparently pretty good at creating some amazing produce. From the cane farms to the south, we were now seeing bananas, pineapples, mangos, papayas, mandarins, passionfruit, oranges, peanuts, and even coffee on the highlands. The sad loss of Bern's uncle David changed our plans slightly as we tried to align our travels to allow Bern to fly back for the funeral. We skipped over Townsville to spend ...

After our silent nights in Carnarvon Gorge, the noise of Emerald felt a little bit too much like home (Mayfield). The screech of train wheels, industrial hum from the factories, the roar of trucks, clatter and bang of trains, v8 cars doing laps, cattle mooing, reversing beep beep beep, screams of drunk rugby fans, jet roar of arriving planes, sirens of police cars, the hum of nomad air conditioners... Platypus Bush Camp was just what the doctor ordered, a campsi...