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A wild first week in Tassie
A week ago I moved to Hobart, or nipaluna as it is known in palawa kani, the language of the First Nation’s people of lutruwita, Tasmania. It was a pleasantly sunny Saturday afternoon as I got off the airport bus by Constitution Dock. The brightly coloured fishing boats bobbed gently on the water, tourists filled…
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Goodbye blue shorts, and thank you for your service
A couple of weeks ago, on a camping trip, I was climbing down from the roof of the car, having replaced the gas bottle in its holder on the roof rack. As I reached my foot down to the rear bumper, I heard a ripping sound from near my left knee. Once safely on the…
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How Warren Thompson Taught Me Surfing’s Life Lessons
This year the Western Australian surfing community lost a real legend. I got to know Warren while growing up in Perth’s coastal suburbs. My sisters and I were friends with his daughters, and I have fond memories of going to their house, sitting under the shade of the big eucalypt in their backyard. He shaped…
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Why mountain biking is the best thing that ever happened to me
The first time I had anything to do with mountain bikes was on my gap year in 2009. I volunteered at a summer camp just outside of Squamish in British Columbia. I had been paired with the camp’s mountain bike instructor, the enthusiastic and knowledgeable JB. I helped her set up the skills park, moving…
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An argument for the solo adventure
Don’t get me wrong, I love adventuring with mates. Hanging out in the bush with your best pals makes for seriously good times. Whether you are walking, biking or running to your destination, whether its breakfast or time to set camp, banter is flying, jokes are being made, laughter is your constant companion. Friends have…
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The surprising joy of getting lost
Sometimes you just have to choose the less sensible option
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The coolest piece of gear… ever
I love outdoor gear. Like really love it. When I walked into Mountain Equipment Co-op in Canada for the first time, it was like all my Christmases and birthdays had come at once. A giant warehouse full of every bit of kit for every activity you could ever imagine. The walls were covered with brightly…
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Introducing Whit in the Wild
Welcome! My name is Issy Whitaker and I am a back of the pack trail runner, pretty ok mountain biker and expert at picking up new hobbies (current count is at 11). I love spending time outside, whether on a multi week backcountry adventure, a weekend chasing faster cross country ski mates over the snow…
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