Return

I just returned from three weeks on Gabo Island, which is in far eastern Victoria near - well, not near much of anything. One could almost walk from the island to the mainland, though once on the mainland it would be a serious walk through national park to reach the nearest town of Mallacoota, population 1000.

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I'm still adjusting to being back in a city and a house that is not overrun with mice. At night, there are no penguin calls to provide the treble to the deep rumbling bass of surge pounding granite. Wind does not howl through the turbine outside my window. I am not down at the dock by dawn watching sea eagles hunt and falcons hover motionless in counterpoint to the fluttering of the kestrels' wings.

I'm at a loss of what to say other than it was completely awesome. I loved being out there, even though the toilet was 200m away down the hill in the dark and the mice would thump around my room chewing through everything at night. I miss the wild solitude of the place and am already scheming my return. I posted some photos here and hope to write up more in the next few days.