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YOUR LIFE
I’m yet to meet a single person who hasn’t
absolutely loved Cape York...after the fact.
They’ll wax lyrical about their grand adventures,
recounting sunsets of gold and orange as their
camps roared into life each night. They’ll tell you
of the life-altering feeling of realising just how
small we are compared to the great expanses of
Australia, and how just much more of Australia
there is than the small circle we surround
ourselves with. They’ll remember fondly the
buckets of prawns, the campfire feasts, and how
easily their cold brews went down as the fire
roared and the shore lapped just metres away.
They won’t remember the heat. They won’t
remember the flies. They won’t remember the
times when it all goes wrong and you’re reaching
for the winch rope out of necessity to make
camp before nightfall. Make no mistake, an
adventure of this magnitude is something that
will leave everyone with fond memories. But
there will be long days, there will be hot days,
there’ll be days when you’re asking the razzled
attendant at a dingy truck stop if they have a
pool and air-conditioned accommodation while
the kids are fighting in the car over who gets to
keep the Kangaroo if we catch one. Expect the"I m yet to meet a single person who
hasn t absolutely loved Cape York...
after the fact."
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Part 2
If a sunset like this happens
but nobody sees it, has there even been a sunset? Luckily
we were there to see this one, so were spared the
mental gymnastics