People asked us once we were back "so what was the favorite part of your trip?" Its a question that I found almost impossible to answer. Places were special for different reasons, some like Red Bluff were memorable for their raw, unspoilt beauty. I will never forget the gift of wild swimming with Manta Rays- arranged only by Mother Nature. Others, like Karijini and Warrora station were special for the timeless peacefulness that restored parts of our souls that w...

We finally came to the last night of our trip. A night that had been long anticipated, planned for and at times of homesickness, sometimes wished nearer. Once imminent however, it seemed too soon, too precipitous. We felt like clawing back one or two more days, prolonging the adventure for just a little longer. There was an awareness of real life back home and its ability to suck you under like a riptide into the vortex of school, work, and responsibilities, ...

Sunrise at Coffin Bay, turning an unremarkable shallow bay into a fleeting work of art.

Blackfellas Surf Break, Elliston, Eyre Peninsula

Elliston was a quiet, pretty village. Steep sandstone cliffs designed its Northern border and along this, a sculpture trail had been created. At the foot of the cliffs, the surf breaks took intimidation to an art form as well. It took Tom 2 days to screw up the courage to paddle out at Blackfellas, scene of the frightful death in 2000 of young local surfer Jevan Wright from a Great White attack. Part of the problem was finding your way down the treacherous...