We were picked up at our hotel at 6:15 this morning; the start of a two-day excursion to Kangaroo Island. A 90 minute bus ride to Port Jervis, then a 45 minute ferry trip brought us to this third-largest Australian island.
Our first stop was a farm the grows and harvests eucalyptus trees, and produces and bottles eucalyptus and other essential oils. The farm owner was a hoot; a man with no use for any government officials and no compunction about sharing his opinions. “That’s some experiment you blokes tried with Trump,” he said with a derisive laugh.
“That’s a generous way of describing it,” I allowed.
Next was a lunch stop, and then we were off to Seal Bay, home to the largest colony of the endangered Australian Sea Lion. They were pretty much just lying on the beach, soaking up the sun.
After that, we visited a raptor rehab project. They take in injured hawks, owls and eagles. A barn owl sat on my lap, and I got to hold a wedge-tailed eagle.
If you had asked me before we left for this trip what I wished for most in Australia, I’m not sure what I would have said. But no question, Roslyn would have told you her heart’s desire was to hold a koala.
Priceless.