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[Letter of the Issue] Hi James, With next year being the 50th anniversary of Lake Pedder’s flooding, I thought I’d share a story with you. In 1953, I was part of a group that walked from Maydena to Lake Pedder. Along the way we spent a night in Dampe

“As it turns out, sea kayaking photography is hard. It took a few days to figure out a system where I could actually capture some of the beautiful coastlines. I spent most of this sixty kilometre paddle trying to get ahead and photograph the group, c

Regular readers of Wild know well our stance on privatising national parks. Public parks are exactly that—public. They belong to, and are for, the people. They should not have sections excised for private use or profit. Note, this does not preclude a

Wild is no ordinary magazine. Since its establishment in 1981, Wild has been the inspiring voice of the Australian outdoors. It is a magazine of self-reliance and challenge and sometimes doing it tough. While it is not necessarily hard-core, what it

Indigenous people have nurtured our ecosystems for thousands of years. But as these natural systems become threatened, looking after Country presents new challenges for Traditional Custodians. North Australian Indigenous Land and Sea Management Allia

Western Australia’s unique northern jarrah forest and wandoo woodlands of the Darling Range, on the fringes of the Perth metropolitan area, have long been the go-to destinations for locals seeking traditional bushwalking opportunities within easy dis

I am allergic to having a public opinion. Why would I blaze away on a bunch of people I’ve never met, will likely never meet, and who can’t respond in a face-to-face volley over too much beer? I much prefer enlightening the person opposite me about t

“Storytelling is … among the biggest and most beguiling industries of this shoreline,” says David Gange of the Orkney Islands in The Frayed Atlantic Edge. The same can be said of nature, with a bounty of its narratives captured in this collection of

At 5AM and still under the veil of darkness, I laid out across the bonnet of our car all the drinking water I would carry for today’s hike: a 2.5L bladder, a 1.5L aluminium flask, and three 1L Nalgene bottles. Seven litres of water, in five different

We were trudging uphill through cold, dense fog on Day Three of a five-day journey in the Paparoa Range when suddenly, and for only a brief moment, the clouds parted and as far as we could see, jagged peaks marched across the landscape like an army o

Imagine what would happen if the internet disappeared. Without warning, the place we go to research, learn, connect, understand, ask questions and discover—all gone. No more searching for the best knots to tighten a tarp, shave three grams off your p

Mount Arapiles is golden, in my mind at least, with walls of beautiful orange sandstone rising above the flat fields of Victoria’s Wimmera. There’s a holiday atmosphere of excitement and possibility; the campsite is filled with the music of magpies a

There was a moment of silence hidden in the chaos; a calm before the storm, the moment before true violence. I had just watched my friends narrowly escape the hands of an ominous Tasmanian swell. One at a time, they carefully tip-toed and navigated t

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(Warning: This piece discusses suicide.) I took off my hiking boot and examined my big toe. The nail was too long and pushing up hard inside the footwear. I had nothing to cut it with. Small discomfort compared to what Dan’s going through, I reminded

The first time I visited New Zealand, I was four years old. My first multi-day walk—the Queen Charlotte Walkway—heralded the beginning of a love affair with the South Island. Twenty years later, I returned for my tenth visit, a month long one, but th

Jindabyne to Mackays Hut 89km; 1923m ascent Today is the longest day of the trip, so get an early start. Commencing from the Jindabyne Bowling Club, head south between it and the lake before immediately swinging right, up to Banjo Paterson Crescent a

What began in darkness ended in darkness. And between these gloomy mantles of pre-dawn and dusk were four days bathed in conditions as benign as you could hope for in the Australian Alps. Just as well. Because having to battle extreme weather while u

In my past life, prior to becoming editor of Wild, I was a pro adventure photographer. It was a great gig. Except when it came to the weight of my overnight pack. My camera gear alone usually started at 7kg, and went up from there. Throw in a week’s

This is undoubtedly one of the best bikepacking routes Oz has on offer; a 270+km loop through Kosciuszko National Park that takes you to the roof of the country and deep into the Jagungal Wilderness. While Australia has loads of options for gravel an

“The stars always seem to shine that little bit brighter in the crisp air of the Snowies. After making our way to Valentines Hut, our KHA (Kosciuszko Huts Association) work party unloaded the supplies we’d brought for the coming days of hut restorati