What was it like to tackle the trail descending into, through and back out of King’s Canyon in the Australian outback? I’m going to get to that. First, though, I want to talk about this idea of being a traveler versus being a tourist.
Bear with me. I’m going somewhere with this.
I think the concept we carry with us when we define ourselves as travelers rather than tourists is of importance only Continue reading “Good On Ya,’ Mate”
I feel sorry for King’s Canyon. Sitting all alone in the back of the Northern Territory of Australia. In the class rankings of Australian travel must-sees, it’s never as popular as the Sydney Opera House, the Great Barrier Reef, or even the less visited but comparatively better known sites like Uluru and Kakadu National Park. King’s Canyon is the Miss Congeniality of Australian travel. In the mix but… you know.
A Miss Congeniality, though, with a wicked temper.
You don’t take the area lightly. Much like Uluru, where we had just wrapped production for that part of The Palette Project, you have to really want to get there. Actually, you have to want to get there even more than you want Continue reading “King’s Canyon and Miss Congeniality”