Just as we were about to use the restroom facilities, I got a text from Julie saying something about my sister-in-law needing to contact Mom ASAP about…

The first thing that alarmed us was that they didn’t check our bags through to Darwin, which was worrisome because the connection between flights was tough.

…just when I was about to check the handheld GPS for reception and to see how close I was to the car park, I saw underneath the rain poncho that only the attached battery cover was in my hip pouch!

Just when Julie was about to get into the car after using the restrooms here, she smelled something burning. At first, I thought it was something with the car. But she said it was more like a fire…

Now my head was really hurting at this point. I didn’t want to get out of the water because the scenery down here was as close to the Discovery Channel as I had ever seen…

Unfortunately, JC Slaughter Falls was bone dry! I knew it was a bad sign when we didn’t hear any water in the neighboring creeks. I guess it wasn’t meant to be despite there being…

Julie and I were nervous. Clearly darkness had fallen by now. The kangaroos and wallabies (who knows what else was out there?) seemingly conspired to jump right in front of our vehicle…

Upon closer inspection of the sign, someone marked “Mordor” next to Queenstown. This piqued our interest to see what exactly the perpetrating jokester was talking about…

I was anxious to see these endangered creatures as was Julie. Both of us knew they would look nothing like the WB’s whirling dervish Tasmanian Devil…

It beckoned us closer as if everyone was heading towards some spooky outdoor gathering. Of course we were curious to see what the source of the music was so we kept on walking further into the gorge..

Just as I unzipped the first leg, a black splotch landed on the pants and a pair of entry wounds on my shin were slowly bleeding. “Honey! Look at this!” I said with half amazement and half fear…

…I proceeded to put our day packs into the overhead locker when something didn’t feel right when it came time to take my last piece of equipment. “Where’s my camera?”

…we were eager to try some Singapore food for lunch at a restaurant we had noticed on Bourke Street earlier… the moment we left the hotel, there were hordes of people parading before us…

Julie wasn’t too crazy about the weather as she had hoped to see the long awaited Twelve Apostles without this cold, Antarctic storm being blasted our way…

The day had begun with a disappointing Trentham Falls as it barely had any flow over its impressive basalt cliff. Then, we had difficulty finding Sailors Falls because it had been bone dry and…

…we were dismayed to find that the street we were supposed to take had closed… But when the next street came around, it too was closed. Then the next street and the next. What was going on?

As Julie and I strolled around the CBD of Canberra looking for a place to eat, we couldn’t quite figure out why so many people were dressed to impress. Complicating the scene was the menacing skies…

Sometimes you get a little more than what you’ve bargained for. And it appeared to be the case here. While I welcomed the rain to enhance our waterfall viewing in the face of Australia’s drought…

While my thoughts were on the task ahead as we had planned to see at least three waterfalls around the city’s suburbs, I increased the cruise control to 100km/h. Suddenly…

Still, we didn’t know what it was nor did we know if it was life threatening. So once we got into the visitor center, Julie asked the Aboriginal woman behind the cashier if she had ever seen…