The Wilder Journal

"As we drove past Lake Rowallan, I yelled "Stop"! Adam slammed on the brakes and I was almost out of the car before he realised what I had seen."

Finding My Pack I always enjoyed the solitude of running. I still do. But there is something to be said for finding your “pack” – that group of people that provide that extra element to your adventures. With social media, it is easier than ever to link up with others that enjoy the same activity that you do. But your “pack” is not just...

"A laminated sign nailed to my mother’s back fence on the Pipeline Track advertising adult running classes in Hobart’s parks. I charged $5 per run and on Day 1, the only lady who turned up was someone who I had begged to come. I didn’t have the heart to charge her so we just trotted around together and I earned $0 on Day 1"...

"I think I’m in love. If that’s possible to say about a piece of clothing and as we begin to welcome the warmer days and we shed our layers for Vitamin D, I think I’ll still find a use for my Atom Hoody - it’s that good."