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“Solitude in the Outback…”   Living in the Outback, I often found myself alone for weeks at a time at the homestead while the men were in the field catching feral cattle. That solitude gave me time to read the … Continued

“Camel Races in the Outback?” “Did you know camels have two rows of eyelashes?” the friendly camel handler asked me, pointing to the camel’s long, thick eyelashes. I knew nothing about camels until the day I visited Mparntwe, known as … Continued

“Uluru (Ayers Rock) …” Living in the Outback provided interesting adventures beyond the saltwater crocodiles that resided in the Roper River. For whatever reason that escapes my mind, the Piper Cub on St. Vigeon’s Station was used exclusively for work … Continued

“Rock Art in Australia rocks to an ancient beat…” I heard from a number of you who enjoyed the Native Australian rock art I’d mentioned in my blog a few months ago, so I’m expanding on the topic. One of … Continued

“A Meteorite or a Flying Saucer?” One night at the homestead, a loud, penetrating noise awakened me. Like a million jet engines covering the entire sky, the noise was unidentifiable and chartless. Unlike a single jet where you can discern … Continued

“Landing on the Backs of Crocodiles…” Our friend, Dieter, knew the history of the Northern Territory, Native Australians, paleolithic cave art, rivers, cattle stations and their owners and managers, and above all, the inhospitable Gulf of Carpentaria. The men of … Continued

“Running Afoul of a Fighting Cock…” In a blog I wrote last year, I mentioned my former brother-in-law’s fighting rooster. He had beautiful feathers and a red crest. We had a dozen hens, but as the only male, he was … Continued

“Making your own toilet paper in the Outback…” In an earlier blog, I mentioned that the isolation on St. Vidgeon’s Station years ago was a lesson in preparedness for the COVID pandemic lockdowns of the past year. COVID also caused … Continued

“Flying Padres Down Under…” On the two way radio one morning, I had an unknown person call St. Vidgeon’s Station. At first I thought it was a prank set up by my ever-kidding brother-in-law. The man introduced himself as the … Continued

On that first Christmas at St. Vigeon’s Station – my first away from home and halfway around the world from my mother and kid brother, I felt lonely and nostalgic. We invited our neighbors from Roper Bar – the policeman, … Continued