When learning about the seven continents during social studies class, the fact that Australia was the only continent that was also an entire country was drilled into us.
But I forgot about that until I boarded the Indian Pacific and learned that the train was considered transcontinental.
I crossed an entire continent by rail. That was pretty cool.
The journey began on a Wednesday at Sydney’s Central Railway Station.
Last week, Christchurch’s Port Hills were on fire. Word is that an electrical fault started it, sparks igniting the golden grasses.
I could see the fire for nearly the whole week at work.
This was the first time I’ve seen a wildfire. Plumes of smoke rose high. Continue reading
Along with speaking to a group at the 4-H science workshops about my blog (that was pretty cool), writing a freelance article, and other various and sundry tasks, I’ve been in the field a lot over the last two weeks. Almost all of it was raking hay, although I had about an hour and a half where we were loading up small square bales. This time of year, we’re mostly doing round bales since it’s first cutting hay (usually lower quality than second and third cuttings taken later in the summer), but we put up around 75 small bales for a neighbor.
And it was downright hot. I don’t usually wear a hat, but this time I did. Most of my baseball caps are black Purdue marching band hats or a black Progressive Dairyman cap I received for having an article in their magazine a while back. But black is not the most favorable color for being in the sun, so I showcased my white Penn State snap back hat, which is supposedly very cool and hip.
With my sunglasses, hat and ear plugs, I felt like I was stylin’. Or in my own little world. They were good ear plugs. Continue reading