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About 9 years ago, I set about putting together the start of what has become a pretty lengthy and ambitious personal “bucket list”. The list was hastily, but thoughtfully, crafted a couple of weeks before leaving for Canada, where it was hoped I would be able to start ticking off items in stylishly grand fashion.
About 6 months ago, Kirsten and I came up with the grand idea of using the October Labour Day long weekend this year to travel further afield in Queensland than we have before, for a bit of a camping adventure somewhere involving a gorge.
This weekend Kirsten and I found ourselves with a Saturday clear of plans and commitments and therefore, as has been the theme of these last few winter/autumn months, we made the decision to find a decent hike somewhere in south-east Queensland to keep us occupied.
A couple of years ago, I acted on an off-the-cuff suggestion by a friend and made the journey about 30 minutes north of Brisbane to observe the unique annual historical event known as the “Abbey Medieval Festival”.
With a precious long weekend (thanks Queen Lizzie) up our sleeves, Kirsten and I took off early last Saturday morning and headed south of the border, deep into the beautiful “Granite Belt” region of northern NSW.
From the crystal clear waters of the pristine “Daintree Rainforest”, the oldest rainforest on the planet, to the vibrant colours of the world famous “Great Barrier Reef”, Tropical North Queensland is undoubtedly one of the most special and exciting places in Australia to visit.
Hear ye, hear ye – my Ladies and my Lords. The following is a brief written and pictorial account of an unusual and strangely very entertaining day I spent out in the good shire of Abbeystowe today. I’ve been looking to get myself along to something unusual and perfect for an all-day photographic shoot, and waddya know, I found just the right occasion!
Assuming that this may very well be the last glorious (weather-wise) Fall weekend we get in 2010, I thought I’d lug myself up to the North Shore one last time to tackle the trails around Grouse Mountain.
An early morning and exceptionally yummy “continental breakfast on steroids” (as Madelin put it), was called for prior to our first full day out on the water today. Almost as soon as we got to the large meal table, Glenn was on hand to inform myself, David and Valda that we were scheduled to make our first trip up river to the “Glendale Cove” the reliable spot for Grizzly Bear viewing in the area.
As introduced a couple of days ago, today marked the beginning of a small 4 and a half day excursion to British Columbia’s beautiful, central-west coast for me, from where I hope to realise a long-term dream of photographing Grizzly Bears in the wild.
In Australia we have a saying that is recited to remind people to not dice with flooded roads - "If it's flooded, forget it!" Though thinks thy Nepalese driver shalt heed thy advice next time. Sheesh! // bit.ly/2JmWNWx pic.twitter.com/6sSWUUGas5
