This time I was sitting with Chris Lusk in the bar of aforementioned pub (where we were staying), watching a hazy image on a small wall-mounted TV, and we were clearly the only people there even faintly interested in who the government was going to be. The jukebox was loudly accompanying the two pool players with Credence Clearwater Revival and Deep Purple, which made hearing Kerry O'Brien and Antony Green just a touch difficult.
As it became increasingly apparent that there would be a hung parliament, the following days were massively frustrating. No radio reception, no mobile reception, and of course, nothing even faintly resembling an Internet. To get a newspaper, we had to drive a good half hour to the nearest town--and the newspapers were out-of-date.
|The road through Many Peaks, with the flood-way of Deception Creek.
|Many Peaks Railway Bridge.
|The road to the rainforest.
Extra ouch: Dendrocnide photinophylla, Giant Stinger.
The most overwhelming impression of rainforest is the rapid turnover of resources, the constant cycle of decay and regeneration. In the ferocious competition for light, plants reach up to the canopy, climbing upon each other. If a forest giant falls and allows the sunshine to stream in, hundreds of seeds will germinate in the patch exposed, fighting each other for nutrients and access to the sky above.
Everything is either food or a foothold, a place to live.
|A vine embraces a rainforest tree.
|Reaching the light.
|An elkhorn fern (Platycerium sp.) colony atop a dead rainforest tree.
Next post: Fungi!