Staying in the old dairy workers cottage

So, as promised in Scenic Rim, part 1: Easter weekend, farmstay, 10 kids…Mayhem….and a REALLY great time! 

Main road walking

The Old Farmstead, over 100 years old

Anticipation….

The Cedar Glen Farmstay is one of the oldest Eco-lodges in Australia. It sits in the middle of a 1000+ acre working cattle ranch.  In the 1970’s, beef prices were too low, and the family started hosting guests to help pay the bills. They have expanded beyond the main house and have added three other heritage buildings that were on site, or moved from surrounding ranches. The visitors now provide 75% of the farm’s income.

Dr Nolan in his natural habitat…

There are all sorts of outdoor activities on offer; hiking, or bushwalking, 4WD jeep tours, horseback riding, creek dipping, birding. Even boomerang throwing and making billy tea and damper Aussie-style…The ranch sits high up in the Lost World Valley, hard against the northern slopes of the Lamington National Park, so the birding and wildlife watching is superb.
A cute local…

A cute non-local…

The Lost World Valley

Simple but sublime…

Junior fire tender

A really big hit was the twice daily animal feeding and cow milking; chooks, turkeys, piglets, sheep everyone got some attention and the kids loved it.!

Easter Breakfast

The first day the younger kids got horse riding lessons,

Nice form Cate…!

Owen lookin’ good…

It was too muddy to go on the 4WD tour up onto the lookout on top of Jack’s Rocks, so Dad, Luke and Aidan hoofed it up for the views. It was super…and as an added bonus, we bushwacked under the cliffs to a series of caves and scrambled around. A bit worried about snakes, but none encountered, thankfully…too cool per Nigel…Of course, while driving down the road the next day we saw a meter long, very thick and highly poisonous Tiger snake basking right there…so……:-O….!

Jacks Rocks!!

The Lost World Valley below…

A very rough track…

Volcanic rock, not a wall at all
Proud Papa with a tall Luke
Proud Papa with big A
Rainforested ridges of Lamington NP above

Luke scrambling

Aidan going through a tight spot

On the way down we got caught in a soft misting rainstorm, then took an invigorating dip in the creek…Couldn’t get any wetter, and a wonderful way to spend Easter morning. Next, it was off to the cottage to greet the our Tasmanian friends, the Healys, and work on Easter dinner for 14…

Misty Mountain Hop

Happy Easter!!
Boneless leg of Lamb with wild mint gathered at the creek

Easter dinner was a blur of activity, but few pix due to a camera malfunction. Only imagine a torrential rainstorm on a tin-roofed cottage, perfectly cooked legs of lamb on the porch for 14, washed down with copious Aussie Shiraz and Cabs. Now blend in lively conversation and kid mayhem with all seemingly adrift in the starless black night at the very edge of the earth..sublime… Oh, and then being visited/ attacked by a very large and aggressive possum at the height of the party; the final feather in the cap of a perfect evening with friends and family…! Enguarde Mr. Possum….

The evil interloper, Mr Possum…He actually swatted an apple slice out of my hand!

The next morning at least dawned calm and clearing, if not my head…Time to get out and explore…

Morning neighbors..
Rounding up the main event
Country girl-buds

Scene of the crime…
Matt Healy and doc
Matt and Michaela Healy

Saddle up girls…!

Trouble times two…Owen and Hugh

Beauty and the Beast

Riding down the valley

God’s own country

Moms getting a breather…
The elders elect shank’s mare…

The kids with Nigel, ranch manager and owner

Easter picnic

My wonderful five kids….

Cold tub

Aidan

Owen

Catherine

Georgia and Claire

The kid’s handiwork…Impressive…!

Nigel and the kids, #2 (with ute…)
The back entrance to the park, paradise awaits…!
The road ahead

Ranch perfection…
Heritage country church

After a leisurely lunch creekside, it was time to pack up and head back towards Brisbane. But not before exploring a few miles of winding, Aussie gravel back roads. Country Queensland, a vast, stunning landscape that’s often missed by the casual visitor, but just over that next rise…Familiar, but quirky and unexpected…a wonderful landscape to explore…

Luke gate-tending at a low-water bridge

I worked hard to get this update done tonight, even though it’s a month overdue, because I am fortunate to be taking Luke and Aidan up north to the “Top End” of the continent in only 48 hours. We will land in Darwin, Northern Territory, hire a 4WD and explore the vast tropical National Parks of Mary River, Litchfield and the stunning jewel-in-the-crown, Kakadu. We will be travelling light, fishing and camping rough for 10-12 days. This is serious croc and snake country, but barring any tragic unforseen events, we plan on arriving home safe and sound in a couple of weeks. I promise several DDU’s revealing all that we discover, so do stay tuned!  Best until then, DDU and all the Nolans

Mt. Lindsey in morning mist

Even though we all know Australia is a vast, under-populated continent, total pop. around 23 million,  I think Americans tend to think of Australia as being all hot and dusty outback; and sort of barren.  Well, there’s plenty of that for sure. But there’s also a vast and sprawling ranch and beef raising aspect to Australian life, especially in Queensland, beginning just 10-20 miles off the palm-fringed coasts of the Coral Sea.  Tonight’s post is a glimpse into the Queensland country lifestyle, in a landscape very reminiscent of the Texas or Oklahoma hill country.  Of course, this being Australia it has to be a bit weirder than that, so the hill country has a backdrop of 3,000 ft rainforested peaks, that are the remnants of ancient volcanos. And there are stands of eucalypts with koalas instead of black jack oaks and opposums. But they do have real cowboys, and even cowgirls…but they’re called jackeroos, and jilleroos. So, something quite familiar to most Americans , yet somehow strange, and intriguing…

Prickly pear cactus with Mt. Barney

Cattle Country
There’s a vast region west and south of Brisbane called the Scenic Rim, which is a rural ranching area  that backs up to the volcanic northern slopes of a series of National Parks that run over100 miles west, including the world heritage-listed Lamington National Park. The steep ridges are forest-clad, but the valleys were cleared by settlers over a century ago, leaving a landscape reminiscent of the Mission Range of western Montana…complete with cattle…lots and lots of cattle. 
Mt. Barney ridge
A heritage building

As Queensland alone is five times the size of Texas (!) with a population of only 4 million, this area is very rural, even though it’s technically in very southeastern Queensland, on the periphery of greater Brisbane. You can drive 12 hours north and still be in central Queensland!  And it’s a 2000 + km, 4-5 day drive to the top end at Torres Strait. This is a BIG country…
Aussie backroad
…and the road goes on forever…almost, it seems.

This is an area of horseback riding, bushwalking and swimming in clear mountain streams, having campfires under the strange southern stars..So vastly different than the coastal surf-scene, only 90 minutes away. It feels like another continent!
Aidan and I recently played hookey for a few days of camping and hiking in the Mt. Barney area. It was mid-week and dead.. We caught some fish, saw platapus and other cool birds and wildlife and just had an awesome adventure spending time mano y mano…
The fishing pro…

Who you lookin’ at….?

Cold mountain water, flowing from Mt Barney

Feels like….Vermont!

Yellow-faced Whip Snake, only mildly venomous

Aidan Hangin’ with the Grass Trees…

Black-faced Wallaby, a threatened species
Big Spider…really big….

The Scenic Rim,  indeed

Still another odd Australian road sign…I think they’re serious…

A roadside companion

Packing up

But, as we know, all good things have to come to an end…It was so much fun exploring the Scenic Rim that we booked a farmstay weekend over Easter for the whole Nolan clan, and invited our friends, who also are kooky enough to have five kids, along for the second night. Easter, farmstay, 10 kids…Outrageous….and the subject of my upcoming DDU, “Son of Scenic Rim”, part 2, or something…….with 10 kids..!  Stay tuned , it was a hoot…   Best to all friends and fans, near and not so very far away, ’til then….DDU and Big A…

Mountains, clouds and……palm trees….Unexpected, but that’s Queensland….!




Fraser Island Dingo- Yet another Aussie icon

It summer’s end here in the Southern Hemisphere, heading into fall…Rainy season in SE QLD. We don’t have the true tropical monsoonal Big Wet and Dry of the “Top End”, but it’s pretty rainy, steady and heavy off and on for several weeks; and this on the heels of Cyclone Oswald that left flooding and some devastation farther up the coast at the end of January. Well, at least it’s 75 degrees out there; but a long, rainy weekend, and time to catch up and update the blog.

I finally found the time to drive four hours north onto the Fraser Coast in late December, camping with the boys and taking an eco-tour of the vast wilderness sand island, World Heritage listed Fraser Island. You veer east off the M1 and head 70 km east on a two lane road to the hamlet of Rainbow Beach. It’s surrounded by national parkland, pop. around 500 and sits above the most stunning beach and coastline imaginable…Over 100 miles of continuous, protected coastline, the largest protected stretch on the Australian east coast…There are a couple dozen people around and about, enjoying a backdrop of the highest sand dunes on the east coast of the continent, up to 700 feet and multi-colored…Incredible!

Rainbow Beach
Silver Surfer…
Luke was keen to rent a board and try to get up on a wave; alright, when in Rome…!

Looking good…!

 
 

Aidan in his element
A curious catch…

 
 
Town art from a local shipwreck

Aidan’s Gone Troppo..

Downtown R.B.

Rainbow Beach started life in the 1960’s as a timbercutter’s camp. It survives as an end-of-the -earth beach town, and the southern departure point for Fraser Island. Very laid back and chilled out…Per-fect!

Our digs….simplicity itself…



The only ones up…
The next morning  we were up very early to catch the 4WD truck and head up to Fraser Island. It’s much wilder and rougher than I expected. You have to drive out onto a barren  sandspit, onto a barge, cross a tidal river, then drive up the beach on the eastern side of Fraser Island. That’s just to get started…!  Friends said to just rent a 4WD and get up there yourself.. No way, for the uninitiated….. We saw six rigs bogged down just trying to get onto the island.

 
 

Luke in the Eco Beast

Boarding the ferry
 
  Even these experienced guides travel with two custom-fitted trucks together. Once off the beaches, the roads in the interior are atrocious. The worst I’ve ever driven, even in the Amazon…Deep soft sand with 18 inch ruts, single lane, no shoulders…There are no paved roads on the whole island… Some roads were even closed to eco-tours due to their getting bogged down. Lots of fish-tailing and thumping. Fraser Island is enormous, 80 by 10 miles or so, the world’s largest sand island, with many distinct, unique and rare ecosystems. It wasn’t World Heritage listed until 1992 when logging was finally halted.
 
The eco-beast. Seats 16, but hold on!

 




The route north, it’s a public highway…

 

Leaving Inskip Point by ferry

 

 

Multi-colored, eroded sand dunes , thousands of years old
  
The Maheno shipwreck, being taken by the sea

Even these guys are getting flats!!

No worries Greg, time for a spot of tea on the beach

Fraser Island is pure sand, thousand of meters deep. Centuries of rain have been captured as if by a giant sponge, forming a dome-shaped aquifer that rises several hundred feet above sea level. The world’s purest water leaches out from all sides of the island filtered continuously. It’s said the leach from Fraser Island could supply continuous fresh water for the entire Brisbane metro area. Eli Creek is a famous river that sends millions of gallons of cold, pristine water into the ocean across a remote beach. Makes for an awesome dip!

Lush riparian habitat, Eli Creek
 
 
Drifting downstream through paradise

Everyone’s a kid at the swimmin’ hole…
 



Down that lazy river…




Dingo feasting on a Wallaby carcass

We were exceptionally lucky, not just to see dingoes three seperate times, but to come upon a probable mother and pup feasting on a Wallaby carcass at the tide line. They completely ignored the truck and carried on about their meal. Greg, our guide, said that he’s never seen this in 18 years of regular guiding on the island. The Fraser Island dingos are thought to have arrived on the island with Asian traders as long as 5,000 years ago, and have been completely isolated from other canine species since. They are considered to be the most genetically pure strain of wild dog on the planet. Another Fraser Island superlative…They look like a smallish German shepard, and are mainly nocturnal. Numbers have been culled to keep the population sustainable at around several hundred and being primarily nocturnal, are infrequently seen on day trips.

Dingo pup waiting it’s turn at the Wallaby



Turning inland the roads steepen and get rougher

 
 


 
The tour takes you to the famous perched Lake MacKenzie , composed entirely of raindrops, it has no inlet or outlet, is thousands of years old and pristine. A sedimentary layer, built up over eons seals the bottom, and it’s several hundred feet above sea level, hence the name. There are also window lakes, named due to their communication with the underlying water tables. Fraser Island has over 40 such lakes, again, the largest number in the world

The fenced in BBQ area. No Dingoes allowed!

And then, way out in the middle of nowhere, your Aussie guide grills you up a steak while you take a dip, complete with salads, fresh fruit and a cold Aussie beer. For $100 bucks, it’s the only way for a Fraser Island neophyte to go! Plus the guides have encyclopedic knowledge of the area’s flora and fauna, history, politics, controversies etc and provide a very engaging running commentary throughout the day. In all, highly recommended….

“Bloody good bush tucker, mate”



 

A 4 ft Lace Monitor lizard, on the move…

Deeper into the rainforest
 
 
Giant Satinay Trees, unique to Fraser Island

One amazing feature of Fraser Island is the presence of extensive hardwood rainforests, growing out of pure sand. Actually there is  a shallow layer of nutrients about three feet deep that nourishes these giants; precious humus built up over the ages. These forests are considered to have developed over some 750,000 years to their current state. Individual mature trees are over 600 years old.


A virgin Satinay

 
The Satinay tree is unique to Fraser Island, highly prized for it’s resistance to rot; they are said to have been used to build the London docks, and line the Suez Canal. Many pitched battles were fought to curtail their logging, which was finally stopped in the late 1980’s. There is no ongoing logging on the Island which is World Heritage listed in it’s entirety since only 1992.

 

There are many other Eucalypt and Maleleuca forest types on the island too. Here are a few samples…

Another Dingo on the ride south

The road home…

Ferry rendezvous



Loading up for the ride across to Inskip Point

Evening over Rainbow Beach. Fraser Island hills in the distance.
 
 

 
After such an adventurous day, it was time to chill out at the local Hotel, have a bite, and get to bed. Up early for further adventures!

 

 
 
Early morning on Rainbow Beach
 
 
 
 
 
Visiting with the local Surf Lifesavers
 
There was some commotion down the beach, so we went to see what was up. It turns out a truck, fully loaded for a fun weekend got bogged down the night before and got flooded by the high tide. The whole family camped in a tent above the tide line, and had off loaded all the gear. A bad, and very expensive, way to spend the weekend. The local bars have “walls of shame” with photos of dozens of similar wrecks and scenes of despair, some fatal….It’s treacherous out there…! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

This stuff sticks like wet concrete



More trucks racing the incoming tide down the coast
 
 
Cool trees on the hike to the sandblow

Right above town is a break in the tree cover, where the wind pushes fine sand through, the Carlo Sandblow. It was seen and recorded by Captain Cook, during his epic voyage of discovery in 1770, and named after one of his crewmembers. Locals try to sandboard down the steep slopes…Luke and Aidan tried it with boogie boards , with limited success.

Carlo Sandblow

Wide Bay from the Carlo Sandblow

After a final bit of morning fishing, it was time to pack up and head home. We did a short hike up the Wild Horse Overlook at the ancient and stunning Glass House Mountains. Another landmark recorded and named by Captain Cook in 1770 on his voyage up the east coast of Australia.

Thanks for following along on yet another road trip into the vast, diverse and wonderful landscapes of Australia. I hope to stay a bit more up to date, esp. if the rain continues!  Best, Luke, Aidan and DDU….



The whole crew, Stradbroke Island

Our good friends from Cooperstown, NY, Gerald and Colette Landry, came to Cleveland, Queensland as part of their “great adventure down under”. We travelled quite a bit, saw some of the sights of SE QLD and NE NSW, with eight (!) kids in tow…It all went really well, we had a blast catching up with news from home, and showing them a bit of our life in Australia off the usual tourist track….And the food and wine were marvelous…!



Nolan ceremonial welcome dance….

Pool Party!!!
Kayaking in Raby Bay

“Old” friends…

It also turned out that someone was turning the big “5-0h”…a great place to mark the milestone…



 

 

 Girls Dress up Party



Old Buds…



Straddie ferry

After flying in, and appropriate welcome festivities, it was off to Stradbroke Island, right across Moreton Bay.

 
 


 

We took the ferry to Stradbroke Island, 45 minutes to paradise; a thirty mile long sand island just off shore from Cleveland..Mostly wilderness

 



North Gorge, Straddie

 

Beach Lunches are best…

E

 

 
 
 
Everyone was psyched to hit Cylinder Beach and catch some waves, boogie boarding and even a try on the surfboard…Hint: it’s a lot tougher than it looks, esp. if you are over thirty…
 
 
Surf D’jou

Our Beautiful kids
 
 



Surfer Girl….
 
Wipeout!!
 
 
Joaquim

Colette and Gerald

Genevieve

Luke checking the wave action
Your hosts for this (mis)adventure…
 
Riding a blue curl….

Waiting for the right moment

Isaac

North Gorge boardwalk
 

A curious local…
 

Straddie Headlands
 

 

Snorkeling for Woobegong sharks…seriously…!
 


The end of a busy day…



Sista’s Reunion

 



Amity evening

Moreton Bay sunset

 
 
After opening ceremonies and Stradbroke Island, we struck out south to the tropical mountains and rugged coastlines of New South Wales, in the 14 person ” people mover.”. We camped for three nights in the old school beach town of Brunswick Heads with eight kids along….. Kid paradise, strangely reminiscent of Popham Beach on coastal Maine for me.. A lazy, endless summer vibe, complete with bridge jumping…and a carnival….

 

Natural bridge,again…

D Landry, I presume…..Exploring a cave

NSW dead ahead…

 
 
 



Boogie boarding, Brunswick Heads

 There was even an old-school, traveling litttle carnival..all of six rides…the kids LOVED it….I was suddenly transported back to 1964…magical stuff for a seven year old….!

Mesmerized….



Bumper cars….!
 
and scary clown things…
 
 



Drivin’ without a license…!
 

3-2-1….lift off….
 
Indeed….
 
 It was, then, further south to the headlands of Byron and Lennox…

Looking south from Lennox Head
 
 

Lennox Head



On the bridge

Then, back to Brunswick Head for more bridge jumping and clowning around….

Alley–oop…
 
 

 

 
 

Tough decision…

Yes indeed,,,,aussie summer…pretty sweet…!
 
 
In the crystal clear tidal river
 
 
 

Dinner at the Brunswick Hotel

Tomato sauce…a precious item in AU…!

Bogan diners…..trouble…!

Dreamin’ of summer days…
 


Cream buns for breakfast…!!

The ladies that pulled it all together
 
 
When we got back home, our neighbors Bruce and Annette took us out for a sail in the bay…..

 
 
 



We the went up north on the Sunshine Coast to see The Australian Zoo, of Steve Irwin/ the Crocodile Hunter fame…

 




The Zoo Crew…

 

The Australian Zoo is a top-notch educational, research and wildlife rehabilitation center. The grounds are immaculate, and the animals well-cared for. There are also major exhibits covering SE Asia and now Africa….Highly recommended!

 
 
South East Asian display
 
 
 A high point was the 24 hour wildlife rescue hospital. We witnessed an emergency surgery on a Koala who’d been hit by a car, with her little Joey by her side, through full sized glass walls.. The kids nearly fainted when they actually pulled out the injured, bloody entrails..! Reality check, I suppose…They have almost 100 Koalas in various stages of recovery and post-op rehab on the hospital grounds.. Impressive commitment to wildlife well-being!
 

Joey by Mom’s side, pre-op…

Rare Sumatran and Javan tiger rescue and rehab

Life sized model of a very large saltie…not exaggerated!
 
 

A tender snack…

Pine Cone lizard

Riding with Steve…Crickey!!!
 
An Inland Taipan, the DEADLIEST on Earth…

There’s also a great display of the deadliest snakes of Australia, live, in life-like dioramas…Food for thought…Large, deadly, plentiful…Watch your step out there…!

On a lighter note, as our time together drew closer to it’s inevitible close, we got down into Brisbane for a day visit to Southbank, the CBD and a wonderful ride on the City Cat ferries down the Brisbane River.

 



The Story Bridge
 
Our final night was going to be a real Aussie send-off banquet; fresh caught Mud and Sand Crab salad appetizer, with butterfly leg of local lamb on the grill with appropriate (and plentiful!) wines. The grand finale: Claire and Genevieve’s famous sundae-bar…Too good, completely…!
 
 
The sign says it all…
Aidan’s catch of the day

You can’t get them any fresher..

 
 
Fresh cleaned crab meat

Grilled Aussie Lamb…perfection!
 
Wild Crab App…get you some of that…!

The finished feast…I’m a happy guy right now….

Not done yet…!

A fantastic finish ladies

 

 
But, as I tell the kids, “Even the best parties have to end.” And so it was, after 10 amazing days of adventure and exploration, we found ourselves at the Brisbane Airport, saying goodbye to our good friends the Landrys.

With hugs and love until we all meet again soon, either up north in Cooperstown, New York, or maybe even again here in Brisbane; for more exciting adventures down here at the bottom of the world. Thanks for caring enough to visit!!  Safe travels and God Bless..Love, the Nolans and DDU, of course….! 
Wineglass Bay overlook

Hobart harbor
Stephanie and I finally found the right nanny, and got away for an eight day trip alone to Tasmania. There was a four day Emergency Medicine conference in Hobart, the tidy capital; then a three night road trip up the east coast. It was our first trip away alone in 10 years! It was a wonderful break…

Mt. Wellington looms 4000 ft above the city



Salamanca Place, restored waterfront warehouses
Tasmania, though remote, has a long history by Australian standards. Hobart, the second oldest Aussie city, was founded in 1803 as the second colony. The initial settlement was only 262 people, 178 of whom were convicts. The colony grew rapidly, and became infamous for the most feared penal colonies in the British Empire between the 1820-1850’s
Central Harbor on the Derwent River

Tasmania is sort of considered the Vermont of Australia, which is sort of considered the Switzerland of the US, if you follow me…. It’s very bucolic and agricultural in the north and east, becoming wilder, more remore and mountainous in the west and south. It has a very developed, high quality artisinal food culture; famous for lamb, fruit, fine wines, cheeses and dairy and especially fresh seafood…Foodie heaven…It’s nickname is the “Apple Isle”…

Artisinal Bakery, Hobart


 

Tasmanian oysters, highly prized and delicious…

A heritage building, converted to a cafe, Hobart




Tasmania has one of the largest collections of stone heritage buildings in Australia, many convict designed and built

Hobart is a compact, walkable city of 150k with great architectural diversity. It’s on the southern coast, an area so far south that to me it feels like the far north; temperate, with cold winter winds blowing in from Antarctica instead of the Arctic. The place has a remote, sub-polar vibe; much like towns I’ve known in Alaska, or perhaps Scandinavia…tho I’ve never been…We were there in late November, late spring, so the evening light was long and lusterous; and flowers were at peak of bloom.



Royal Botanic Gardens



Strange birds in exotic trees
Hobart has one of the oldest Botanic Gardens in Australia, like Sydney, it started as the colony’s farm and is said to have the largest specimen collection of conifers in the southern hemisphere..

One day, it was off for a ride to the top of Mt.Wellington for panoramic views of the southern coast. But first, a quick stop at the Cascade Brewery, Australias’s oldest…

A Thylacine model at Cascade

Another Tassie oddity is the Thylacine, a now-extinct (?) striped,wild dog that, bizarrely, is also a marsupial; carrying it’s live young in a pouch. Called a Tasman Tiger, the last known one died in a Tassie zoo in 1937; but there are regular unconfirmed sightings in the wild, mountainous wilderness of SW Tasmania…Could they still be out there lurking….??

Hobart and the Derwent River from Mt Wellington summit

Summit Barrens

 

At the MONA

The local Australian EM Chapter put on an awesome social program that blended Art and Science; including a private party with open bar for 500 at the Museum of Old and New or MONA. This is a private museum and winery built by a local internet billionaire. It revolves around his conception that all great art is created out of the fear of death or the desire for sex…I thought it was a complete freak show, but a half dozen or so cocktails got me through the thing….

The Crypt, main room carved three stories down through limestone…
Almost there….

Some cool Micronesian prints…



Try navigating this stairway after a couple,,,

I’m not really getting the library of blank books…

The building is REALLY stunning….the contents…hmmm?
Water drops fall; creating ephemeral, random words…

Next night was a five course degustation meal with matching wines at the old Hobart Town Hall…Very swish affair , all highlighting the best of Tassie produce ,wines and live music…..These guys party like rock stars down here..Sublime, but we gotta get out of town and preseve my liver…!

Getting a bit hazy about now…
So, conference survived, we hit the road up the east coast. We avoided the western mountains because Tassie friends in Brisbane warned us that the weather could be really touch and go up there at this time of year. It was windy and freezing up on Mt. Wellington., so we opted for the mellow route, travelling through a bucolic landscape that reminded one of the English countryside to the village of Ross, site of the famous stone convict-built bridge. It’s the oldest stone bridge in Australia, c 1823, overlooked by the oldest Catholic church, c 1836..

 As we headed east and north, the land flattened out and became sheep covered..In the distance rose the curious granite Hazards of the Freycinet Peninsula, our destination for a few days of hiking
Maria Island, a wilderness park offshore

The Hazards over Moulting Lagoon

 



The Hazards at Coles Bay, Freycinet Peninsula

An Echidna, an egg laying mammal…the only other being the Platypus..

The world famous sweep of Wineglass Bay, an Australian icon



A dried Gannet with a curious Donald Trump style toupe….too weird….!

We hiked over the pass and for 12 km along a remote headland..The bay waters were crystal clear and colored like the Carribean

A Bennett’s Wallaby, only waist-high

World’s best local scallops ? Served roe on , with butter

Impending bliss

 After our exertions it was time for some cool local Reisling and fresh Freycinet scallops…I am a happy man at this moment…In fact, I think I feel a little budda sitting over my right shoulder….

Sad to have to leave Coles Bay on the Freycinet, an uncommonly beautiful blend of agrarian Ireland and granite encrusted Acadia N.P. in coastal Maine..Not stupendous or grand, but something even more intriguing; pastoral, intimate, harmonious, with glorious food and sunshine beside the ever restless ocean…A very remarkable place on the planet….



Sheep grazing by the sea
St. Mary’s fishing boats



Catch of the day

Orange lichen at the tide line



Bay of Fires N.P.

Turning inland , we went west from the coast, arriving late into Launceston; at pop.75 K the second largest city in Tassie..The fertile valleys interspaced with surprisingly steep and windy, rain-forested  mountain roads, we got into town 2 hours late, changed clothes in the car and had the best meal yet in Australia at Stillwater, a localvore temple set in a converted flour mill…A fitting finale to an amazing trip…

Actually, these were the best scallops ever…the appetizer…
Scallops in still life; they were that good…..with lemon foam, whipped potatoes and proscuitto



Impending bliss….



Late in the meal, I’m feeling it…the enveloping endorphin buzz, or perhaps the second Pinot?…complete with dissolving waiters and everthang……..

The River House B&B

Vineyards above the Tamar River, a major vinicultural region
Tamar River from the River House
Launceston Gorge

We flew back to Brisbane out of the tiny Launceston airport, somewhat fully recharged and ready to re-take on the challenge of raising our wonderful, rapidly growing and very energetic five kids..We hope you enjoyed the journey to a little known place on the planet as much as we did…After 10 years of daily parenting, our only question on arriving home was, ” When can we get away again next…and to where…?!” I have a few ideas and hope you will follow along..A tantalizing few hints:  It contains rare birdlife, the world’s southernmost coral lagoon, and is even more remote than Tasmania…Any ideas?? ..Here’s to sharing the next adventure with you too….Safe travels Doc (and Mrs) Down Under….
Future Aussie Surf Lifesavers

We wanted the kids to join an Aussie activity that would give them a deeper appreciation of Aussie culture, but didn’t want to spend weekends sitting on bleachers watching amateur cricket or rugby in the hot sun. So they agreed to Surf Lifesaving. It’s an Aussie institution, run by volunteers and donations. It’s also a widespread social organization, that takes even very young kids, beginning at age five, aka “Green Caps” and works them up through the ranks as “Nippers” ages 6-14 ,until they attain eventual status as Surf Lifesavers in their mid-late teens. It’s also a very fun, active (and tiring) day at the beach…

On the ferry over to Stradboke Island with the Healy girls

Beach Buddies…

Ditto….



Beach exercises…
 
 



Getting in shape, on land…



…and at sea

Board work too…
 
 
Georgia in SPF…in colors.. Who Knew…??
 
 
 
 
Blue Bottle Jellyfish attack….I survived, it did hurt…but no tears…Harden up Dr. Nolan!!
 
 

A nice family activity, with the Healy’s

 

Relay races



and Tug of War…Pull Cate…!

Luke has been working hard all year to advance to Surf Rescue Certification..As this was the last meeting of the year he and some others tested out to get the SRC certification. There was a nice ceremony with gifts… He can now roster on for patrol as a Junior member..A very proud moment for us all!

 
A young up and comer…

 

It seems a long time ago that we first arrived and were marveling at the courage of the nippers.. I even blogged about them. Now the Nolan kids are getting right in there too..Fully accepted into their ranks…


View from the club deck looking south down Main Beach, Stradbroke Island…unbelievable..!
 
As an older legacy organization, many of the SLSC’s are sited on amazing real estate, overlooking vast stretches of beach and river estuaries etc…. Members can take advantage of club restaurants and facilities for weddings and parties….

Looking east from the deck…

Some deep club history, going back to 1947

 
With Christmas coming on, there was a rumour going around of a special guest arriving during lunch..The kids were fired up….Look, a Surf Rescue helicopter….!

 
What an entrance…He said it was too hot for the Reindeer to fly…

A popular fellow, worldwide…

Never too old to believe…
 
A tricky Landing Zone…

A nice accomplishment ..

Luke’s SRC Uniform

Back at Raby Bay with “The Minnow”

Merry Christmas from Down Under!!

 

 
 
We were recently at a water park White Water World…the kids were in their glory. So here are a few shots of, well… kids being kids…Merry Christmas to all family, friends and strangers; near and far. Please know that you are missed and close to our hearts at the close of a very eventful 2012, and looking forward to many new adventures in 2013.. With much love, DDU and the Nolan gang… 

 

…and after all that activity…we are bushed…and it’s time for bed…sweet dreams…ddu

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
After many Aussie hiking adventures and road trips with the boys, which we hope you’ve been following, the accusations of favoritism and neglect had reached a deafening crescendo from Claire and Cate…The girls wanted their own special trip with Mom and Dad…And not camping or dodging snakes either.. The girls wanted bright lights, soft pillows, great food….a little luxury….SYDNEY!!!

We found a couple of beautiful heritage listed B&B’s in Sydney on Trip Advisor, that were of an acceptable level of comfort for our dear daughters, though they didn’t really get the “no pool” concept. They provided the perfect bases for exploring all that Sydney has to offer; an amazing, and busy, working harbor, world class botanic garden and zoo, leafy restored neighborhoods, and of course the Opera House and Harbour Bridge…



Pott’s Point neighborhood
Simpson’s of Pott’s Point
 



 

My best girl





 

Simpson’s interior



Princess…. for a weekend…

 



The Royal Botanic Garden entrance

The Royal Botanic Garden in Sydney sits right on a small cove in the center of downtown, on the site of the original convict settlement’s farm. It’s nearly 200 years old, extensive, beautifully maintained and free to the public. The vegetation is very varied with graceful walkways and lawns, it’s the best Botanic Garden I’ve yet seen. As the walkways lead you down to the water’s edge, the below view of the Opera House is revealed; surely one of the world’s great urban designed landscapes. Much has been written about the Opera House, but as a newcomer to Sydney a few immediate realizations came to mind…It’s much larger and more complex than expected, as well as seemingly closer in, and even intimate, in it’s setting. It also feels unexpectedly organic and “right” for such an astounding structure…Intriguing….

Holding up the world..
 
 

Funky Tree

Just lounging around

 

 

 
 



Sweet dreams….

 The semi-outdoor Fernery is an especially nice spot to sit and contemplate life under a primordial green canopy.

Next morning, we were up early, across the Botanic Garden again from Pott’s Point to catch the ferry across Sydney Harbour out to the north arm of the headlands and Manly Beach. The ferries are fast and cheap, and a wonderful way to see one of the finest natural harbors on the planet.

 
A bit more about the Opera House…The project took almost 15 years, and went over budget by 15x the estimated cost. Jorn Utzon,the Danish architect, quit in disgust before completion and never returned to Australia to see the completed structure…So, a difficult birth for a remarkably singular structure. That said, as a non-architect, and from a layman’s point of view, when you see the genius of the conception up close, almost every other building you have experienced looks somewhat more humble and prosaic..Just another in an endless series of boring boxes and rectangles, however cleverly gilded.  To compare in musical terms, this thing is a John Coltrane “sheets of sound” free-flight solo compared to a high-school marching band…Both musical, yes…but on vastly different planes of creativity and execution….Simply stunning..
 
 
Manly Beach gymnasts

Manly Beach heritage building

Regatta in the outer harbor

Seagoing transport, ancient and modern

 
The whole shebang; CBD, Opera House and Harbour Bridge coming up river

 
Another amazing aspect to the Opera House is it’s skin.. I always thought it was encased in white aluminum clad, or maybe vinyl perhaps… (!)……Not so, the skin is actually composed of almost one million ceramic tiles, computer designed to lay perfectly flat in a subtle mosaic pattern. This gives the structure a creamy, earthen warmth that reflects light with a soft, subtle glow…never harsh; a magical trick of the light……I had some beautiful close-ups lost due to some injudicious editing of my flash drive, 250 or so shots, gone in, well… a flash…..So, you’ll have to go see it for yourselves someday…
 
 
The main “sails” rising over 200 feet above the water
 
 
 
The Circular Quay, a busy working waterfront

“Captain Undie-pants”..frightening…!

The Russell Hotel in the Rocks
Harbour Bridge at night

We then moved over to the Rocks, the oldest part of Sydney, dating to the 1820s. So named for the rocky peninsula that convict laborers spent decades hacking apart with hand tools to build the original stone buildings of the nascent city. It’s an interesting blend of heritage buildings, restored warehouses and high-end cafes and bars.. A lively section of central Sydney, right on Circular Quay. A large portion of the area was razed when the Harbour Bridge was built in the 1920-30s; and incredibly, the entire Rocks district was slated for complete demolition during the urban renewal craze of the 1960s. It was only saved when the construction worker’s unions went on strike and refused to do the work. The first such “Green ” strike in history.. So much for listening to “expert” guidance…

Russell Hotel Wine Bar



First Mate Cate

The next day’s journey took us again across the harbor by ferry to see Taronga Zoo, another Sydney landmark with excellent hilltop views of the city CBD from the north shore. It’s a vast, well-designed park, a few shots only included below….

The goat that head-butted the Opera House…Love this shot….

Pub scene, the Rocks



Luminescence

The other landmark that dominates the skyline down at the Rocks is the Harbour Bridge. Impressively massive, we walked up on the pedestrian walkway two nights in a row to see the lights of the entire Sydney metro area, 4 million, strung along the undulating waterlines, inlets and islands of the harbor for miles towards the east and the open sea. We even got fireworks over the Opera House below on Saturday night.. Sorry, no photos again, due to operator error. A sublime memory anyway..!
 
 
 
The Bridge from Observatory Hill looking north
 
 
 
Finally, all trips have to end, and it was time to say farewell to the Rocks and Sydney . It was perfect to spend three nights exploring right in town and harbor. We were glad to have cancelled a side trip to the Blue Mountains 2 hours west…that’s a whole ‘nother adventure. It was also a wonderful time spent bonding with our rapidly growing-up young ladies. And in retrospect, I like the way these girls travel…pretty deluxe indeed…! Maybe they’ll invite Dad along on the next girl’s road trip….
 



Seasoned road warriors…

Departing airport scene…next stop, Brisbane…

Thanks again for following along. And here’s our wish that you also have the time and means to get away with your kids and teach them the “rules of the road”. whenever you can….They are growing up, in almost the blink of an eye.. All the best in your adventures, Claire, Cate, Stephanie and DDU….!

 
 
 

Old Brothers, still exploring together


We finally had our first visitor to Australia, my brother John (‘Uncle JJ”), from Cooperstown, NY. We tried to fit as much variety into nine days as possible, and John says we well and truly succeeded. Revisited a few favorite haunts, as well as some brand new experiences.



Nolan family– ceremonial welcome dance



 

 
 
 
Stephanie, the lady of the house
Fresh grilled snapper and shrimp
Welcome to Australia Uncle JJ!! Also, Claire’s 12th Birthday.
 



To get John adjusted after the long flights, first we went into Brisbane for a cool urban experience…Hip city!!
 



 

Brisbane pedestrian bridge

 

 
City Cat ferries
 
 
 
Southbank pools
 
 
Southbank Brisbane
Chinese lanterns and the Brisbane Eye

 

 Next it was off on a 4 day boys camping, hiking and exploring road trip. We went S, up 3000 ft onto the Lamington Plateau at Binna Burra, through the Numimbah Gap into NSW and climbed Mt Warning. It’s the remnant cinder cone of one of the largest volcano calderas on earth, that blew out around 20 million years ago. All of the mountain ridges you see are in fact the rim of the ancient caldera, stretching some 70 miles in diameter…

Roadtrip!!!

Heritage cabin, c 1930s, Binna Burra

Economy digs, but dry… 
 
 
 
 

On the trail, Lamington NP
Luke in a Volcanic Cave
 
 

Chillin, and Grillin’, I love camping…!
 
 
Natural Bridge cave
 
 
 
 
Mt. Warning, a NSW landmark for miles
 

Roots devour rock, given time enough…

The trail up Mt Warning was amazing, climbing around 2000 ft. Starting in a dense palm forest, through massive, virgin tropical hardwoods and up into sub-alpine Antarctic Beech..The final half mile is a steep ridge up the terminal cinder cone, culminating in a tiny summit with lookout towers in all four directions. As we ascended, the weather cleared, and we were rewarded with stunning views E towards the Gold Coast and Byron Head, W over the wild, remote, Border Ranges between NSW and QLD and N towards the Lamington and Springbrook plateaus we’d come from…Even though the old knees were feeling their age on the 5 hour hike, the trail was well maintained and we got back to the carpark at dusk feeling exhilirated..

 
 
 
Antarctic Beech, high on Mt Warning
 

 
 

The final ascent

Summit scene, looking East



Gold Coast high rises over the ridge

 

#1 Son Luke
 
Palm flower stalks

 
Next am, it was SE down the coast to Brunswick Heads and Byron Bay, two favorite haunts for some sun, surf and sand….


 

Aidan, the camp cook

Easternmost point return

 

Beach Bums, Byron Bay
Ditto….
 
 
Gold Coast High Rise Bling….

Finally, it was back to Cleveland, to pick up Stephanie and the younger kids. One night layover, followed by the Big Red Cat ferry out to Straddie for a two night beach house adventure in the  Green House at Point Lookout, on Stradbroke Island…..It only gets better and better….!

Big Red Cat…literally

Beach-Bound…!

Young lovers on Straddie…

 
 
 
Straddie is an offshore barrier island of great beauty and diversity right off Cleveland. It has over 230 species of birds, none of which you’ve ever seen before; kangaroos, bats, whales, dolphins, mantas and sea turtles. It feels as if you are 1000’s of miles away, after only a 45 minute ferry ride.. Sublime, and exciting……
 
Eastern grey mother and joey

The North Gorge

 
 
 
 
Petting a wild Kook at the Green House, Not kidding…

The Green House, there’s also a Blue one next door…

We spent three days boogie boarding, grilling, lazing about…even had soft acoustic guitar music to go with the wine….Life doesn’t get any better for me…

 
 
 
 

Flying fox bat colony, right across the street

 


Koalas too….!
 
 
Hello from the Nolan kids!!

Beach Beauties…

We took a trip up to Brown Lake, so named because of the tannin stained, but pristine waters.. Very brown indeed, like a rootbeer. As I was wading out in the bush I had a sudden surprise when a large, black, very toxic looking snake swam right by me in knee-deep water…I snapped a few quick shots and moved back, as he was only 4-6 ft from me….Turned out to be a Red-bellied Black snake…Not lethal on the nuclear scale of a Taipan or Brown snake, but quite venomous indeed…around 10 times as venomous as an Eastern Diamondback…Another reminder, that whenever you are out and about in this splendidly beautiful country, real danger lurks very close under foot…..Steady….

Nolan beach-boogie dance party…F-U-N….

Wading flooded Malalueca, (caution Dr Nolan…!)

Big, black and mean..I will ruin your day…
 
 
See that evil eye…cut off his nose, sorry I was in a bit of a hurry….
 
 

Bush Clown….

So, having survived yet another close snake encounter, we retreated back to the safety of our home in Raby Bay to have a send off dinner for our beloved Uncle JJ… Safe travels, God speed, return to us another day.. Meanwhile, I resolve to be a bit more careful as to where I place my feet while wandering the bush of Australia…It’s a dangerous thing, leaving your house for an adventure…..Best and safest travels to all family and friends, near and far…Until next time!  DDU



Uncle JJ’s sendoff party. Fish n Chips…yummm…

 



Old mates with the next generation, coming up….
 
 
Donations for wildlife accepted
 
 
 
We finally got to the Lone Pine, a world reknowned Koala Sanctuary, rehab center and open air zoo since the 1920’s, that’s on the Brisbane River a few miles south of town. Koalas are an iconic symbol of wild Australia worldwide,  although their historic range is only on the east coast of AU; centered in the Brisbane region. Their numbers are declining rapidly, mostly due to suburban sprawl, habitat loss, cars and pet dogs. The sanctuary does a great job of educating the public on the plight of Koalas and advocating for their future survival.
 
 
 
Family portrait, with the new kid…
 
When in Brisbane, it seems everyone gets their portrait taken with a live Koala, and I mean EVERYONE..The walls are covered with glossy photos of everyone from Pope John Paul to Eric Clapton and Taylor Swift…and of course those pesky Nolans…
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Speaking of pesky, Owen freaked out as his turn came up, and we had to manuever quickly to get the near cameo above..The Koalas get a bit nervous when screaming starts, and they do have impressively long, and sharp claws….Queensland is the only place in Australia where it’s legal to hold a live Koala, and they have strict rules on exposure time etc. The Koalas used are actually doing their part in Koala research and rehab, as the portraits are a big money maker, and all proceeds go back to the Sanctuary’s work. So, good on you little Koala…!

The Sanctuary also has a wide range of Australian wildlife on view, including an amazing open air park where you can get up close and personal with kangaroos, wallabies, emus, lizards etc.. The kids of all ages absolutely loved it..!! 
 
 

 

Red Tailed Black Cockatoo

 
 
Endangered, and prehistoric Southern Cassowary

A bird from another age…
 
 
 
A Wombat, medium hog sized
 
 
 


 

Hey Skippy….a baby Wallaby
 
 

Freshwater Crocodile








Quite possibly, the world’s cutest animal
 

Moving, big action for a Koala

 
Although there are lots of amazing animals to discover here, at the end of the day, it’s all about the Koalas. LPKS has around 130 at any given time living in open air enclosures and dining on fresh cut eucalyptus leaves; a nursery for Moms and babes, a bachelor pad, a clinic, even a retirement home. The Guiness Book of Records for oldest Koala was clinched here ( where else…?)   A female lived to the ripe old age of 27…



 
Napping again…yawn…
Koalas, besides being cute, are yet another oddity from down under. Not a bear at all, a marsupial that gives birth to a live, single, bare, inch-long baby that crawls up into it’s mother’s pouch to further gestate, they are one of the few animals in the world that can eat eucalyptus leaves. Unfortunately, leaves so low in nutritional value and hard to digest that the little guys sleep around 19 hours a day just to save energy. They live solitary, sleepy lives and communicate via a low rumbling bellow or roar…



Just hanging around….


A koala bachelor party…..zzzzzz

 

Spooning a ‘Roo, another bucket list checked off…

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

My new buddy Skippy, looks dashing in the hat…

 
 
 
 
A big male (duh….) Eastern Grey, aka a “Boomer”…… 😉
 
 
 

So, one last round of Koala pix before signing off; they are really cute for sure, and it was a privilege to be able to get up so close and hold one….As a life list experience it was right up there with spooning the ‘roo….almost!

If any of you are ever in Brisbane, you really must make it out to the LPKS and add your picture to the wall of luminaries who have travelled from all corners of the globe to hold a live Koala..

 Until next time, may memories of sleepy, fuzzy-eared, non-bears fill your dreams….ddu

 
 
 
 
My happiest moment……ever……..ddu
 
 
 

Esplanade Pool, Cairns
 

Preflight with the “Beach Banger”

I took the two older boys on an EM conference up in Cairns, about 1200 km North of Brisbane. True tropics, now in the drier winter months. It was our first flight out in the 8 months we’ve been here…Psyched….







Styling at the Sebel, Cairns
The three amigos…
 

It was a real swanky affair with rich food, wines, a few poisonous reptiles and disaster managemant, all rolled into one…

New wave “Bush Tucker”





Home Sweet Home

 

Heritage Building Cairns

Pool Party

Aussie colors at sea



 

We went out to Green Island to snorkel the Great Barrier Reef, just in case we got weathered out further north…It can be windy and rough out on the Reef in winter, and we didn’t want to be so close and get shut out., it does happen…..It’s a heavily used tourist island, but the coral and fish life were way better than expected….

Children’s Python, a starter snake of sorts…


We had a snake expert from the Cairns Zoo discuss poisonous snakes of Australia, home to all 10 of the world’s deadliest snakes, and around 20 of the top 25. We had python handling session and he even brought in a live Coastal Taipan, 3rd deadliest in the world. About 50-100 times more venomous than a King Cobra, and endemic to the Cairns area…Hold that thought…The boys LOVED it of course, but the hotel staff was a bit on edge…!

Big boat to Green Island
Room Weasel

Green Island reef

Road Trip North
 But, alas, the conference ended, and it was time to leave the easy life behind……Road Trip!!  Up the East coast on the Captain Cook Highway, said to be one of the best coastal drives on the planet.

 It sure seemed it to us…. as bay after bay of beautiful coastal headland opened up in the bright tropical sunshine…

Coastline north of Cairns

The mountains of Cape Trib
Captain Cook discovered Australia during his epic voyage of 1770. He was wrecked on the reef off the east coast and barely survived to journey further north. He gave names to mark the high points of the trip that remain to this day, Cape Tribulation, Mount Sorrow, Mount Misery.. Sounds like it was a hoot.. He limped his crippled ship into what is now Cooktown, QLD and after seven weeks of repairs, sailed away alive.. I believe he was later killed by angry natives on the Big Island of Hawaii. An ignoble end to one of the greatest maritime explorers ever..

Sugar cane rail cars

Sugar mill at Mossman, Qld

Cable ferry across the Daintree River

After you cross the Daintree River, the tiny road passes over a steep mountain and you really feel you are entering a world removed. The road has only been paved since the 1980’s and remains a gravel track north of Cape Trib and on for 30 km to Cooktown, impassable during the summer “Wet.”. This is also the only place on earth where two World Biosphere Reserves ajoin; the Daintree Rainforest and the Great Barrier Reef. It truly is a spectacular environment to explore…You’ immediately notice road signs you’ve never seen anywhere else in your travels… Hmmmm….

 

What could this one be trying to say…Hmmm…

The Epiphyte B&B cabin….with appropriate reaction…


Breakfast on the veranda

 

I claim this one…

Tropical fruits..paradise…!



 The Daintree Rainforest is the oldest on earth, around 200 million years. A mere remnant now of the ancient primordial forest, it  covers less than 0.5 % of the Australian landmass today, but contains over 30% of the bird species, 25% of the reptiles, innumerable ferns etc etc etc…It is a true wonder of the natural world…This is a view of Thornton Peak in the clouds from the Epiphyte veranda…


 

Rainforest stream
Another weird sign…the meaning’s pretty clear tho’…..
Rainforest stream, looking for a swimming hole…

We took a fishing / nature charter down the Daintree..The weather was favorable, so we crossed the bar and fished out on the reefs around Snapper Island. Tiny boats were handlining for Spanish Mackerel off to the NE , so we joined them..It was amazing to watch them bob and roll in the 4 foot swells.. We saw a few fish landed, but we struck out..We did manage to catch a variety of smaller reef fish, and even a few keepers for dinner..


Boy’s day out…

I am a  happy guy…..

Handlining for Spanish Mackerel

A Grass Sweetlip

Luke on…!

A jewel from the reef…released..



A Cod of some sort, from the reef

Aidan with a Stripey



 As the day drew on, we went up river and spotted Saltwater Crocodiles, aka “Salties..”  Very impressive up close, definately an apex predator and potential maneater.You can’t really imagine how formidible and ancient they are until you see them up close. This large male is maybe 16 feet long, over 1000 lbs, and looks to be several million years old…Truly a living fossil…


 

A curious thing about the Daintree is the gravel and boulder base of the streambeds. The rivers are ice cold, weed-free and crystal clear. Pools up to 10-12 feet turn deeper shades of green and aqua with increasing depth. The deepest holes hold jungle perch, catfish and freshwater eels..A natural aquarium…and an amazing and welcome contrast to coffee-colored, muddy streams of most tropics …Swim-time…!


 

Climbing out of one swimming hole, we saw a snake, right off the trail…It looked somewhat familiar…Oh, a Coastal Taipan..remember that one..?  Only the third most poisonous snake on the planet…Dr. Nolan again risked life and limb to bring you these live action photos..The boys were in the background saying, “Look out Dad,,,,”. Well, at least they care,,,,

The Blue Hole

Yet another curious sign

 It was really too much to hope to see a Southern Cassowary in the wild. One of the rarest birds in the world, in the late 1990’s, only 1100-1500 adults were estimated to exist in far Northern QLD. Listed as Endangered in Australia, the only other place they exist is in Papau New Guinea across the Torres Strait. Essentially a six foot, rainforest dwelling, flightless ostrich, that dates back to prehistoric times; they are solitary and wary. If seen at all, it’s often in the morning along the roadside verge, where they sometimes feed. Amazingly, we were heading north at 0700 to go snorkelling at Cape Tribulation, when I saw this shaggy, brown butt moving at the forest edge. Hard braking and a quick reverse…fumbling for cell-phone camera….and Voila! The rarest bird I will ever encounter, shot in 10 seconds, leaning over Luke in the passenger seat…..This is a juvenile, under three years old, and still 4 feet tall, but yet to develop the striking blue head and bony “Casque” protuberance of an adult of either sex. I find it encouraging that there are younger birds coming up, a hope for the future…
Is it real, or only a dream…?
A Southern Cassowary, in the wild…..

 Here are a few shots of an adult Cassowary I took today at the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary in Brisbane ( a full blog entry coming soon…). This bird is as tall as an adult man, and quite aggressive. Note the coloration and the distinctive bony Casque, or skull extension.. A stupendous sight, even in a zoo enclosure.. but, that doesn’t really count, does it…?


A bird from another age…
After shaking off our astonishment, it was time to link up with Ocean Safari, the only Reef boat operating out of Cape Trib. Look them up, highly recommended; a tiny boat, 20 passengers max. and only a 25 minute ride out to the pristine Maclay Reef. The crew is informed, fun and energetic.. They pull the boat right up onto the beach..Wetsuit recommended, as it is midwinter in AU, and the water is surprisingly cool…

Adventure of a lifetime…!

Good to go…

As for the GBR, all I can say is that it meets and surpasses all expectations. Entangled forests of healthy, vivid Staghorn corals, each branch tip with an irridescent pink or purple bud. Multi-hued , living Brain and Shelf corals sheltering schools of fish in Technicolor….You are only snorkeling in 2 -10 feet of water, at times alarmed that you may be deposited prone on the corals by the swells and tide…The magical moment for me was hovering over a slowly swimming, 3 ft diameter Green Sea Turtle in only 4-5 ft of water.
. He was not alarmed and only a foot or so below me; so I synchronized my strokes with his foreflippers and we swam along together for several minutes.. Absolutely sublime….Sorry, no photos, only memories of a most amazing day…
Great memories with my young men…

Finally, it weas time to head back South, towards Cairns and the flight home. A final night in the resort town of Port Douglas, and an early morning trip into Mossman Gorge, one of the most well-known gorges in the tropics..

Coastal Mountains and beach, P.D.

Four-Mile Beach, Port Douglas

Feathered friends, P.D.

Old Birds….



 
Mossman Gorge was being loved to death, getting 300K visitors a year; so some crowd control was needed.. The QLD government just opened a beautiful multi-million $$ Visitor’s Center, eight weeks before we arrived. Operated by the local Aboriginal people, it provides jobs, education and protection for the area. As in all Ausrtralian parks, the facilities are world class and not too intrusive. You pay a small fee to be driven into the Gorge on a shuttle bus, but are still free to wander, and to swim in the magical, pristine pools. Strangely, the large boulders and cold waters reminded me of the Kangamangus Highway in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, half a world away…

New Visitor’s Center, Mossman Gorge

After a refreshing swim or two…
The hospital in the sugar town of Mossman, QLD
So, every party has to end, and it was time to head back down the Captain Cook Highway and fly back to Brisbane, and to Stephanie and the rest of the kids…Of course, when we got there there were two Japanese students staying in our house for a week, Saho and Renge..The girls were having a wonderful time of course, and Stephanie is a true saint….But that’s a tale for another time…. 

 

 

Claire’s Komono, with new sisters



Homecoming, now with seven kids….!
It was good to be home with the family, everyone safe n’ sound. We hope you enjoyed this tour of far Northern Queensland, and here’s hoping for many more.. safe travels  to all….DDU.

Tales from the Big Smoke…that’s not a cigarette in his mouth…
  
Tonight I thought I would broach a subject that might be somewhat uncomfortable for the non-medical, uninitiated in the audience. A primary purpose for our coming to Australia was the chance to practice Emergency Medicine in a foreign system. It was the reason I was recruited by Queensland Health; and my advanced EM training is what made the whole trip possible, right down to the working visa. As a condition for gaining my FACEM, or Fellowship in the Austral-Asian College of Emergency Medicine, I am required to do a six month, part-time stint in a Level One, Tertiary Trauma Center ED. As scary as that sounds, I spent 3 years in a much worse ED environment at Boston City Hospital in the early 1990’s. So, a homecoming of sorts…
The PA, a modern 700 bed Tertiary Medical Center

The Big Smoke….indeed
It’s hard to know exactly how decisions made years ago dictate your life’s pathway, but mine has led me into the somewhat arcane, and highly specialized world of modern Emergency Medicine; a place where even many seasoned physicians find themselves uncomfortable.
  
Rooftop Helipad with elevator. Bad things incoming…..
Extra recuscitation “stuff”
But it’s my world, and these are my people. I get the jokes, understand the veneer of fatalistic cynicism that ultimately shields one’s inner core, and feel strangely at home, and even enlivened, by the steady stream of the bizarre, the grotesque and the tragic played out daily in the ED.
Main ambulance bay, early morning, pre-gridlock…
Doorway detail
An old Australian expression for the Big City is the “Big Smoke…” The Princess Alexandra is every bit that. As the Level one Trauma Center for the entire southern half of Brisbane , pop. 1.5 million, it takes in all the critically ill, trauma and multi-system failure patients from SE Queensland, around 65,000 patients a year. It has full USA level multi-specialty backup, and is one of the major teaching hospitals in Australia.



Greetings from Brisbane Australia!

Bribane River and City Cat ferries



Downtown Brisbane from Kangaroo Point

Meanwhile, back at the PA
A clean, well lighted place

Standing By…and then…

First morning, first patient….

Of course, on my first clinical day, I walk in at 0745 and everyone’s in one of the five trauma rooms. A male bicycle rider vs a truck. Truck wins, every time…..I don’t want to upset anyone with the graphic details, but I spent the morning lead-gowned as an observer in the Interventional Radiology suite watching them coiling hemorrhaging mid-face arteries.. Though I was a complete stranger, the Aussie crew couldn’t have been more professional or accommodating; even allowing me to shoot pictures of them busy at their life-saving work….And what an amazing privilege, to be allowed a glimpse inside their fascinating environment…. Here are a few shots, while still trying to keep it family friendly…

CT 3D, Lots of facial trauma if you know where to look…
Prepping the patient for angiography


Interventional Radiology,

The trauma team in action



Nice to have on your side when you need it…

Who’s gonna lift that bandage…?

Incoming…

Right mainstem bronchus ETT with whiteout on the Left

For the Medical people following along, I have to say, it’s been a wonderful and humbling experience to be back in the Tertiary world after 20 or so years.. I’m one of the “senior” team members now, but everyone is extremely helpful; and luckily, they aren’t expecting me to run the team. Unless I want to, of course…! Teaching Residents again has been very rewarding; I have seen a lot over 20 years it seems……The clinical conditions are similar, but the management has changed somewhat. We are using lots of pressors, Adrenaline and Noradrenaline (no “Epi” down under!), Propofol infusions, lots of Ketamine, even in adults; auto-infusion devices..But no Dilaudid, IV Benadryl, Lorazepam or Quinalones…Ultrasound guided everything..central lines, arterial lines…Very high acuity, very invasive and intellectually challenging for sure! And the 64 slice scanners with near instantaneous 3-D reconstruction provide very rapid confirmation, or humiliation of your clinical diagnoses…

Below are some random images of fascinomas and curiosities I’ve encountered thus far in Australia, most from Redlands Hospital. Probably no stranger than a thousand other ED cases around the world, but a glimpse into my ED world in Australia…enjoy! PS: all patients gave me their express permission to be photographed and have their images used for teaching and blog purposes, so no worries about patient confidentiality mates…
? spider bite in Papau New Guinea, 3 days old…

Sebaceous cysts

Rugby blow, see free air around R orbit..?

Good leg, bad leg

Finger nail…haha..get it??
Finger nail #2, with open fracture

Swallowed a bone..see arrow….

Skin graft, failing…

Flipper foot; rare congenital deformity, only two toes etc…!

Very bad legs…

Rheumatoid Arthritis #1


RA #2

Dead Toe

Chest tube detail

Breath of Life

Critical, intubated
Back of the Bus, on the road again…

Critical Transport, QAS
Ankle reduction, procedural sedation
Pleuricentesis detail
Success! 1700 ml…

Bier’s Block, fracture reduction

Intracerebral Hemorrhage…always BAD…
“Belt Burn” boobie, car accident
QAS at Redland Hospital ED

…and now a psychic pause…

 I hope you’ve enjoyed the whirlwind tour through this major part of the Aussie adventure. I think that it’s reassuring to know that throughout the world, there are emergency professionals standing by to assist 24/7; in fact right now, in every major town and city. Not generally recognized or even acknowledged by the public, but standing ready all the same. My people…Give them a thumb’s up for me please.. Until next time, stay safe and healthy.. ddu.

The Brissie eye…

Southbank Brisbane

Morning harbor

Last week’s blog seemed to be a big hit, so today, more fish tales…. We took a charter out into Moreton Bay and had an amazing day of inshore fishing. The bay is an enormous biosphere reserve, 60 miles or so long, that’s protected from the open ocean by offshore islands. They keep things generally calm and easy for boating and sailing…There aren’t open ocean pelagic fish, but instead a diverse variety of mangrove and reef species that come and go seasonally….The weather, tides and fish all cooperated to make for a great day.

Anticipation….

Out to sea….
All fishing is local, so it was great to have Sean to show us lots of local secrets and techniques to catch some fish. The tide was just changing from high to running out as the sun came up. I caught a nice snapper on the very first cast. Now that’s insider knowledge at work!
Snapper!!
Another keeper
Aidan hooks up
A “chopper” Tailor. A winter schooling fish. Called a “snapper” Bluefish in the states
A nice pan-sized snapper
Mark and Sam with a weird Shovel-nosed Skate. Not a shark…
Aidan, Sam and Luke…Fishin’ Buds….oh, I mean “mates…”

Local bait

Sean passing on the knowledge
It’s early winter here in Queensland, so the schools of snapper are just coming into the bay. Although they can get quite a bit larger, these 40 cm pan snapper, 1-2 lbs, are perfect eating sized, and put up a surprisingly tough fight on light tackle. The boys, and I, were in heaven out there…

The tide turned and started running hard, and the fishing dropped off suddenly…Sean then took us down into the mangrove channels; casting rubber baits along the deeper cutoffs. Luke hit paydirt with a nice 63 cm flathead, or “lizard” as they’re known locally. A bit ugly, but considered a delicacy at table..

Catch of the day, a nice Lizard…

A great fish Luke…!



A wonderful day afield with my sons

 I also managed to land a small sole that struck the large soft bait three different times before I got him.
 

Bait prawn

Just looking for a handout…
We also saw lots or birdlife, including curious and hungry pelicans, and though hard to photograph, sea turtles surfacing regularly. In the end, they day came to a mellow close. A perfect day spent immersed in nature, on the water with friends and family. Learning lots of local lore and techniques. A big thanks to Sean at Moreton Bay Charters for being a great guide, mentor and host. We highly recommend looking him up and setting up a charter…

The shirt says it all
Heading home

Sean, the skipper

After getting home, still lots of work to do cleaning the catch; but a wonderful grilled snapper dinner awaits. The icing on the cake of a perfect day.

Lifelong memories of fishing with mates…

So, thanks for following along on yet another Aussie adventure. I am now working parttime at the Princess Alexandra Tertiary Level 1 Trauma Center in Brisbane. Next up will be some fascinating EM shots and tales from that otherworldly environment. A real window into another aspect of our life in Australia. Stay tuned..Judicious editing guaranteed…..ddu

PS: More mud crabs, caught on the scraps of snapper
Beach Kids!!

Behold, the (not so) lowly Mud Crab

Yes, that’s a full sized lemon…

 

Claire and Cate’s sand sofa

Kayaking the Bay
The boys have been really diligent, spending hours fishing and crabbing… They take fishing mags out of the library, talk with classmates; learning the local tides and ocean environments of Moreton Bay. All that hard work is beginning to pay off! Not only have they caught a few keepers that provided wonderful dinners…by using the fresh heads n’ guts in our crabpot, we have also landed some huge legal-sized mud crabs….The prosaic name aside, these are the sweetest, cleanest crabs I’ve ever had, easily on par with the famous Dungeness crab of the Pacific NW, and they are HUGE….Of course, now they’re begging to hire out a boat and get into open water, after the local snapper and pelagic (open ocean) species; tuna, wahoo, jack, even marlin! So we hope to soon…Stay posted..ddu…

Fishin’ Dogs…

 
Watch those toes!!
Coochimudlo Island

Yellow-tailed Pike

Coochimudlo Beach Girls…
So, gory bits aside, here’s a cool sequence of turning a Mud Crab into a gourmet delight.. Fresh, wild crab salad with a local lime vinagrette….

One very fresh Mud Crab, foot for scale…

 
 Success!!

Crab and wine still life, post simmer…



Hungry boys…

Pickin’, and Peelin’

Clean crab meat
 
Plated salads…(I’m psyched about now…)

Bon Appetite!

Ditto..
Aidan had a major success, catching a large and very desireable Flathead right off our local beach. Called a Lizard locally, the meat is white, chewy and mild. Similar to a lobster tail..

The big catch

A bid old “Lizard…”

Tasty, but not pretty…

I said to Aidan that a fish like that should keep him interested in fishing for a little while longer..He just casted again and said ” For the rest of my life, Dad…..”  Very cool, hooked on fishing…

Aidan’s Big Catch…
 
Patiently waiting…
…for the next big strike….
Raby Bay canal sunset…Thanks for sharing in our adventures in the outdoors…More fishing next time.. Best Luke, Aidan and all the Nolan kids.!!
Rainforest Kids #1
Mount Beerwah

We finally made it up to the Sunshine Coast, a 100 mile stretch of beautiful beaches running north of Brisbane. You first pass through the ancient, volcanic landscape of the Glasshouse Mnts., culminating at the high-end resort town of Noosa;
famous for it’s excellent surf breaks and beaches, stunning headland National Park and, in season, Australian glitterati set.

Glasshouse Mountain overlook

Luckily we went off season and mid- week and stayed in a cabin. The place was dead, but more green, settled and treed than expected. The beaches and headland were as advertised, spectacular…

Nolan beach girls
Luke’s Dream Condos..
Noosa River Lifesaver Station
The weather was cool and clear, mid-70’s F days, and surprisingly chilly , high 40’s-low 50’s F at night.. Not too bad for winter though…
Main Beach Noosa
Another night, another cabin……

Bunkhouse chaos….

Dr. and Mrs Bad Sunglasses……

Claire’s Dreamtime..

Noosa Headland NP
Noosa headland

Brush Turkey, but not a turkey at all

Coral Sea scene with Pandamus Palm

A bold, and hungry, Magpie
The platinum sea…brilliant…

The hike out around the headland was really exceptional, with sightings of sea turtles and dolphins off the tip at Hell’s Gate.

Hell’s Gate, 300-400 ft to the ocean below
Cable ferry..no tidal drift

Sisters at Equathon
Main riding ring, Equathon
Claire and Bree, student and mentor

Up early the next morning. Claire had an appointment to ride a horse at Equathon across the river in North Noosa. She’s been waiting months for this opportunity, even packed her jodpurs all the way fron NY! We had to take a short cable ferry across, which was fun and interesting.

Claire on Jewel

Because it was so quiet, she got the added bonus of a one on one ride with the instructor Bree, through the bush and out onto the undeveloped beach. Also, having had three years of riding experience, Claire got to canter through the surf on a full sized horse . Bree was very complimentary on Claire’s confidence, poise, and ability to control such a large animal. Needless to say, Claire was over the moon, and fulfilled one of her Aussie dream wishes.

On the beach…

And in the bush……
Mapleton Falls overlook

Kondalilla Falls trail
Rainforest kids #2

Piccabean Palm forest
Natural gym

Then it was time to leave Noosa and head into the Sunshine Coast hinterlands, an area of mountainous ridges, small country towns, and amazing waterfalls. We returned to Brisbane by the inland route and made a wonderful long weekend of it.

WW1 Memorial, a poignant reminder of the price of Empire. Seen in town squares throughout Australia….

The Obi Obi Valley

Maleny, QLD

Thanks for sharing the adventure with us. Coming soon, more Emergency Medicine and fishing stuff, stay tuned. Best until then!…ddu

Aussie School Time!!

We finally got the time to get down the coastline a few hours and onto the world famous surf breaks of NE New South Wales in Byron Bay. Spent a few wonderful nights in a cabin, in the quiet beach town of Brunswick Heads. 

Cabin paths

Stephanie on the beach at Brunswick, Byron Head to the South
The footbridge to the beach

Brunswick Hotel

Heritage Church, Brunswick Head

All over Australia they rent out these fully outfitted cabins, sleep all seven, for $200 bucks a night. Private queen bed room, full linens, kitchenette, fridge, shower…Perfect way to go with active kids…

Boogie Boarding on the open beach, Brunswick Head

Waiting for the perfect wave
Oh, grow up…(someday, maybe…?)
The view from the cabin porch, over coffee…

Back to the Easternmost Point
Aussie surf breaks…endless heaven…

Future pro-surfer, (uhhmmm, face the other way, dude??)

But first, the hard work of learning…

The kids were all psyched to learn to surf, so a quick call got us linked up with Gary at Style Surfing in Byron. A very chill and capable Aussie surf instructor.. Helped the kids feel confident and comfortable in a whole new environment. “STOKED…” as they say here..Look him up if in the area, they were great…

Claire shows some good form

Kids in paradise

Even on a calm day the surf breaks have an uncanny, widely-spaced regularity and long rolling pattern. It’s very surprising how far an average surfer can ride a little 3 ft roller, 75-100 yards!

Nolan kids, Go….!

We are now heading into winter in the Southern Hemisphere ( just add 6 months)…The weather is cooler, and much drier..Mid 70-80’s F days, mid 50-60’s F nights….The ocean water on the beaches gets crystal clear now due to less rain and runoff from the rivers in this Northern Rivers area of NSW. They surf here year-round, but use a wet suit top in winter; even though the water feels balmy if you are a New Englander. After a few hours in the surf you can get a bit chilled..Then, just step out onto the beach and wait 5 minutes…

Mentor and Pupil

So, as advertized, everybody got up on the board and rode the waves…A real high point for the kids and a window into the very foreign, but very cool and technically complex world of “surf culture…”  Yes, there really is such a thing and it would be very tempting to spend a few decades on the East Coast of Australia working on my Master’s Degree….Hmmm…. 
Luke rides one in…
Cate getting up on a wave…
The Classroom…..
A quiet moment

Future Doctorate in surf studies…?  (aka Beach Bum…)
Post wave mellowness
May breaking blue waves fill your dreams…ddu
Night attack!
Bush-tailed Possum on the prowl

It’s a rainy Saturday morning here in Brisbane; rained hard all night. I thought it might be fun to post some random shots of wildlife encountered on our adventures in Queensland so far. First, a disclaimer: All shots are taken with a portable camera or even cellphone. I apologize if some aren’t up to National Geo standards; but believe me, if it’s a close-up, I was VERY close indeed…!

A large Goanna sunning, 3-4 ft length
Pair of Bush Stone Curlew, a tough shot to get…
Rainbow Lorikeet, raucous and uncommonly beautiful
Boys crabbing- watch the toes!
Cool irridescent Beetles..

    Ditto….
    A tiny Gekko

    Brush-tailed Possum
    Sometimes the landscape can make it hard to place exactly where you could be. Ignoring the Eucalypt forest, memories of hill country Texas, western Montana, Maui and the Big Island of Hawaii, or mid-coast California come to mind. I guess it’s human nature to try to catagorize a new experience by referencing the familiar. But then a kangaroo will hop by and that strange sense of the exotic is stirred, and you could only be standing out in the Australian bush. Here are a few iconic Australian locals..

    Look at the middle ‘roo, he’s waving–” G’day…!”
    Laughing Kookaburra, voice of the bush. Actually, it’s the world’s largest Kingfisher.
    Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos, hard to appreciate, but these birds are 2 1/2 feet tall; wild and uncommon
    A Pademelon, a muskrat-sized, mountain rainforest dwelling marsupial. Hops like a Kangaroo…Secretive and hard to photograph.

    Superb Lyrebird, front half…
    and back half…. A very lucky close encounter…

    A large, angry pufferfish; coutesy of Luke and Aidan
    Goanna, 3-4 feet

    Wild Australian King Parrot

    Deep within Lamington N.P. there is a rare opportunity to feed wild parrots by hand. It’s a tradition that’s been going on since the 1930’s at O’Reilly’s Rainforest Reserve, an in-holding that predates the park’s founding by decades.  Parrots, though numerous here, live high up in the tree canopy and fly rapidly. Easy to hear, very hard to get a good glimpse in the foliage. So, it’s an amazing experience to have these beautiful wild birds fly down from the tree tops and alight on your arm if only for a few fleeting minutes.

    Stephanie and Aidan with a Crimson Rosella
    Claire with both a Crimson Rosella and a King Parrot
    Twin Beaks!

    Wild times with wild friends….
    Birding in the bush at Binna Burra, Lamington N.P.
    On the lookout for the next critter….

    

    East of Dividing Range
    Town Hall, Warwick

    I just returned from a 4 night, 1300 km (800 mile) road trip with Luke and Aidan. We did a large loop west of Brisbane, through Cunningham Gap and the Great Dividing Range to Stanthorpe, then south into the Granite Belt and camped at Girraween N.P. A higher, drier plateau, but not real Outback desert. The rock formations are outstanding, and we did not see any snakes, which are by reports, plentiful in the warmer months. We did see plenty of lizards though, which makes me think snakes were out and about too..

    Young Wallaby

    Old Goat, Girraween N.P.

    Now how did that get up there..?

    Luke on 1st Pyramid, Giraween N.P.
    Aussie Bush Camping
    Holding up Balancing Rock

    

    

    Aussie autumn foliage

    Then, up onto the New England Tablelands that lie behind the Great Dividing Range. Yes, there really is a region of Australia called New England. As a multi-generational old Yankee, I had to check it out.  Settled by English, Scots and Irish in the 1820-40’s, it’s a high plateau, up to 3000-4000 ft. elevation, running 300 or so miles N to S, and 100 miles E to W. A high, cool plateau, mostly given over to grazing large herds of beef cattle and sheep. The villages are sparsely placed and tiny. The area is famous in Australia for having light snows and an annual foliage display, but it’s not exactly Vermont. There’s even a University of New England at Armidale, and the center for country music further south in Tamworth. Another surprising find in Australia, and a beautiful area to visit….

    New England plateau landscape, from moving car
    “Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree..”.really…

    

    Summit Ridge Cathedral Rock N.P.
    Camping neighbors…

    In a trip filled with superlatives, we also hiked the largest Granite dome in the southern hemisphere at Bald Rock N.P near Tenterfield. It was very similar to Enchanted Rock outside of Fredricksburg, Texas, for those of you readers with Texas roots. An exfoliating granite dome with wonderful views of the Granite Belt below. 
    

    Near summit Bald Rock N.P.
    It’s what’s for dinner…

    
    

    Eucalypt Forest

    Bald Rock summit, New England, NSW
    Bird’s Nest Fern
    Valley of the Lorikeets..High atop New England

    

    Superb Lyrebird, a very lucky encounter

    We then hiked up to the highest point on the plateau, at a place called Cathedral Rock National Park near Ebor.. It was a real Lord of the Rings experience as the cool fern and lichen encrusted, stunted eucalypt forest transitioned into a higher, gnarled cypress and beech mini-Bonzai landscape. 

    A boulder strewn series of summits rose above, out of the mist. And in a most unexpected turn, the forest trees were full of flocks of raucous lorikeets, currawongs and parrots, flying rapidly in tight clusters, the noise of their hundreds of wings slicing through the silence just above the tree tops….startling and unforgettable …
    

    Packing my bags for the Misty Mountains…

    
    

    Superb Lyrebird, elusive and rare
    Above Dorrigo, NSW

    Turning east at Armidale we drove down the “Waterfall Way” into rich, moist, dairying lands, before dropping thousands of feet through the Eastern Escarpment rainforests and onto the coastal plain at Coff’s Harbor.

    The Waterfall Way

    

    Dorrigo Hotel, NSW

    

    Heritage Building Bellingen, NSW

    We finished up traveling north through the surf and beach towns of Lennox Heads and Byron Bay, another stunning landscape filled with friendly, helpful locals.

    
    

    Wollombomi Falls gorge

    

    Aidan on Lennox Head
    Next stop, New Zealand….!

    We camped at Wollomombi Falls, the second highest in AU with a drop of 220 m,(over 700 ft); and stood at the Easternmost point on the Australian Continent at Cape Byron.

    All in all, a wonderful further foray into the amazingly varied countryside and habitats of eastern Australia, and our first real backcountry, or bush, camping.

    I hope you enjoyed the journey half as much as we did. Hope to head further north, and further west in the near future. Best to all, but for now I have to pay for my fun with six shifts in a row in the ED…ddu.

    Big ocean and surf…
    Red Rock Beach, NSW
    Lennox Beach and Head, NSW
    Byron Light, 1901
    Looking north, over the Bay

    Sorry to be out of touch for the last 3 weeks or so…Lots going on…We have moved into a newer, bigger place, 24 Plymouth Court, in the Raby Bay Harbor.

    Claire’s Welcome

    …and Cate’s
    Our pool by the canal

    As rentals and homes in general are very expensive in Australia, we figured we may as well live by the water. It’s been really satisfying to watch the kids fish off the dock in the pre-dawn light; learning all about tides, boats and sea critters of all sorts. A very different world than Fairview Farm in New York state….

    Yet another creature from the deep
    Big A, in his element
    Dr John’s silver rocket

    Most rentals are unfurnished however. They even move out the appliances here. When it became evident that we’d have to outfit a house for seven, on top of everything else, Stephanie nearly broke down into tears. Luckily, the neighbors took us in as the Raby Bay charity cases of the year, and through their incredibly generous help and hard work, we furnished 60% of a four bedroon home almost entirely on donations, over a single weekend! We only had to lease a washer/dryer and fridge; but that’s so common here they did it in a few days, delivery, set-up and all set to go. In fact, they came and went without me even knowing they’d been here and gone!  You pay monthly or risk repossession, I guess….Voila, a new beginning!

    “It’s a good thing…”(MS)

    Here are a few shots of our first real dinner party, on a tableware hodgepodge of all the guest’s cast-offs and hand-me-downs. What a fun way to say thanks, complete with a nice selection of wines from Australia, Tasmania and New Zealand.. A most excellent time, and also a Bon Voyage of sorts to some new friends who are off to the wild west of Perth, working an off-shore Liquid Natural Gas play for a year or two.

    Arrivals and departures

    Getting kinda rowdy!!!

    The girls, in matching party dresses…

    So new beginnings, housewarmings and a Bon Voyage too, all rolled up in this amazing adventure called life. Rest assured we are well, and I have Critters and more Medical images coming soon…Best, by the water, ddu

    Now all we need’s a boat..and a skipper…
    Stephanie and her boy… a challenge no doubt…
    Point Lookout Headland
    Deadman’s Beach..don’t ask…

    We took the ferry 20 miles east or so across Moreton Bay, out to Stradbroke Island , or “Straddie”, as it’s know to the locals. It’s one of several massive sand barrier islands offshore that protects the Brisbane area from direct blows by the open ocean. The outer beaches are famous for having miles of sweeping pure sand beaches, and excellent surf breaks around the rocky headlands. Only 2000 or so full-time residents, heavily wooded, and a feeling that you’ve stepped 50 years back in time on disembarking. It’s very beautiful and laid-back, even by Aussie standards, which means very… We were lucky in seeing dolphins, sea turtles and a manta ray, all on a single day excursion.

    Nolan Hat Party
    Cate and Aidan at sea

    Aussie Surf Rescue Club

    It’s remarkable how attuned to a life around the sea these coastal Aussies are. Every beach has weekend Surf Rescue clubs, and at Main Beach on Straddie we got a close-up glimpse into their training and upbringing through the ranks to attain full rescuer status. As a clarification, these outer beaches are what they call high energy coastlines, and as a life-long New Englander/ Bostonian I thought I had a pretty good idea what that meant. Not. On a calmish day these beaches have onshore winds of 10-15 mph, 5-6 foot waves and surf that can get choppy and disorganized. The waves build fast and break quickly, aka “dumpy” waves. Not the long rolling, evenly spaced crests that are ideal for surfing; those generally occur at very specific points around headlands,….Bathing on these beaches is somewhat more akin to Maytag: spin-cycle; and you can get thrashed if you’re clueless, or drunk, or otherwise not paying attention. They rescue lots of folks, all the time…
    Even more remarkable then, to see teams of 6 and 7 year olds (nippers) suited up and swimming relays out 50 or so yards through the breakers and around a temporary buoy, then racing back to shore. After 6 years of regular drills they then advance to junior lifesaver status and need several more years to become a full-fledged adult Livesaver. As these drills are playing out, older kids are patrolling offshore on jet-skis and Zodiacs to pluck up anyone caught in a rip. They ride the surf like rodeo cowboys. Meanwhile, Moms and Dads socialize at the tide line while toddlers, 2-5 year old boys and girls, are being tossed around by breaking foam like so many scrambling sandpipers. Just another saturday morning at the beach…Truly, a life defined by and very deeply attuned to the sea.

    Nippers heading into the breakers

    Luke out, nippers forward…!
    Surf Breaks, Point Lookout
    The ferry home to Cleveland
    Don’t hate me ’cause I’m beautiful…

    As a bonus tonight , for your loyalty as regulars to ddu, I have a special treat, unrelated to the sea.. Behold , the lowly, but infamous Cane Toad! Not native; a transplant from Indonesia or somewhere, brought in to eat the bugs in the sugarcane fields. But now sadly, run amok. Looks and acts just about like any old toad..but notice carefully the large venom sacs just behind the eyes. Full of venom lethal enough to kill your dog in minutes, but only if Fido is really asking for it.. Otherwise, you can look, but you better not touch…Another oddity in a long line of such…I will try my best to dig up a few more for your entertainment. Tonight, just be thankful if you have regular old garden-variety toads in your gardens at home.  They really are your friends….Best, ddu

    Venom sac close-up…Mmm, tasty Fido…