A night of chicken races, rain, and school holiday chaos had us making a quick dash through Tambo, Blackall and Barcaldine — chasing dry ground and peaceful camps before heading into Queensland’s quieter heart.

Charleville gave us two slow weeks of outback charm, filled with friendly faces, hearty meals, and quiet mornings. From historic pubs to bilbies and bombers, there’s more here than first meets the eye.

Between Bollon, Cunnamulla, and Wyandra, we found everything we love about the outback; campfire skies, local stories, and towns that welcome you like old friends. Cunnamulla, in particular, was a surprise worth stopping for.

St George keeps pulling us back — and it’s easy to see why. Big skies, flowing rivers, great food and country charm make this town the perfect launchpad for exploring Queensland’s quiet, beautiful southwest.

Every now and then, you meet people on the road who feel like old friends. Mel and Susie’s bush poetry, humour, and warm-heartedness made us instant fans — and lifelong mates.

We rolled into Lightning Ridge for the third time — this visit a little muddier than usual. After dodging puddles and slick backroads, both the moho and Jimny looked rally-ready and well-travelled.

From Burren Junction’s steaming thermal pool to Rowena’s country pub, this stretch of Northern NSW delivered good food, warm water, and muddy roads—proof that slow travel still brings the best surprises.

Narrabri was a familiar dot on our map — we’d passed through before, but this time we decided to linger and take a closer look.

We rolled into Baradine with no big expectations and left a few days later completely charmed.

While in town, we couldn’t skip a quick visit to the Big Bogan — cheeky as ever and just as good for a second round of photos.

This was our second visit to Cobar, so we stayed for two nights this time to get a proper feel for the place.

Our journey from Warrnambool to Cobar marked the beginning of a new chapter, chasing the sun and warmer days.

Selling our house in Melbourne was one of the biggest decisions we’ve ever made — and one of the best. Letting go of bricks and mortar gave us the freedom to live life on the road full-time.

Without the usual cascade of water, the sheer basalt cliffs took centre stage, revealing the volcanic history that shaped this area.

We’ve got some great news about our serious looking little girl :)

A quick stop in Coober Pedy revealed a town unlike anywhere else. Homes carved from rock, sunsets over the Breakaways, and a lesson in how far people will go to outsmart the desert.

We arrived dusty and travel-worn, but Alice Springs greeted us with warmth, colour and comfort. From quirky cafes to red desert sunsets — don’t believe everything you read about Alice.

What started as a pebble-eating mishap near Uluru turned into a race across the outback to save our girl, Zoe. With expert care and plenty of love, she’s now on the mend in Adelaide.

We returned to Uluru with fresh eyes, riding out for sunrise, circling the base, and watching rain turn the rock to copper. Quiet, powerful, and unforgettable—the red heart of Australia.

Massive, mysterious and far less crowded than Uluru, Kata Tjuṯa blew us away. We wandered among towering domes, soaked in the silence, and left feeling tiny, dusty, and full of quiet awe.