For those of you who don't want to check it out, a near Earth object out somewhere between Mars and Jupiter has been named Girraween, after a quite beautiful national park to the southwest of Brisneyland (here). Girraween is well known for its large granite outcrops and precariously balanced rocks which just make you want to clamber over them dressed in a pretty white dress screeching MIRANDAAAAA at the top of your lungs. I guess it's not the worst name for a chunk of rock floating out in space.
I last went there almost a year ago when Bron and I spent our anniversary at the Girraween Environmental Lodge. Not enough time to really explore (especially since one whole day was taken up with a wine tour), however we went on a bushwalk through the park 5 or 6 years ago to "Captain Thunderbolt's Hideout" and was surprised to see some local grafitti on the rocks depicting Yowies. Now I can't seem to find any recorded sightings of Yowies in the area, but at least some of the locals seem to think they're about.
I think I might have some pics recorded somewhere in the bowels of Bron's digital files - might take some digging though.
And, several weeks later, he finally gets his bum ino gear to post his second ever blog entry . . .
Sorry if any of you have been waiting with bated breath to see the latest instalment of Forteana Australis - it's been a hectic couple of weeks here in Wormman's Wild Kingdom. Now we have a long weekend, the worst of the marking is completed, the rain has stopped and it's a rather pleasant Monday afternoon to sit out on the deck in the remains of my tropical garden while the silvereyes forage for bugs in my bromeliads and tap idly away on a keyboard.
In my last entry I promised a short piece on my personal path to fortean. I think it's probably a good idea to get this out of the way before I disappoint anyone.
I am a scientist. I'm certainly not getting paid to be one anymore, but I think that the way I view the universe has a lot more in common with the scientific way of doing things than any other philosophy. I love evidence, you see. I've never been really good at religion because to my mind it involves way too much faith in things that aren't backed up
by evidence. I love the tools of good science - testable hypotheses, controls and double blind tests, because I know that humans are fallible beings who let their feelings and preconceptions get in the way of finding answers.
Greetings one and all and welcome to the Antipodean branch of the CFI Blog. I will be your host for this journey, and I ask for your patience and forgiveness as I finally shamble blindly into the blogosphere.
Oz has a long history of phenomena which can be shoe-horned into the catchall which is "Forteana" - the beasties which European settlers borrowed from the original inhabitants (the Min Mins, the Bunyips, the Yowies and the Yarries) as well as those which they bought with them. We've started Fortean trends (the Tully Saucer Nests for example, are often cited as the precursors to crop circles) and we've maintained the favourites (like the Cloncurry fish fall or the Coogee Virgin). As a result, we have a goodly collection of reserchers into these phenomena - Tony Healy and Paul Crowther, Malcolm Smith and even Rex Gilroy to name but a few, not to mention the hard-working collective that is Ghostwatch.
Against this backdrop, what hope do I have to contribute to this body of knowledge ? I'll be honest and state that the only bit of "investigation" I have managed to do is getting in contact with a journalist who was trying to track down the Beast of Buderim in the mid-nineties, as well as maintaining the aforementioned critter's unofficial webpage until it was wiped from the QUT servers. Not an impressive resume, I'll admit.