The Fools Who Dream...

So bring on the rebels, the ripples from pebbles, the painters and poets and plays. And here’s to the fools who dream, crazy as they may seem.

Another full moon over the Mitchell River. The full moon coincides with me arriving at the lodge back in November. And every month when the full moon rises it reminds me I have survived another month. 3 months down, only two and a half to go. I'll be sorry to leave this place.