FROM THE EDITOR
When I was a kid, for every school vacation my parents would pack my sisters and me into our old Ford Falcon with the Jayco Songbird hitched up to the bumper. We’d drive into the desert, or take coastal roads to remote rainforests. We would eat lunch sitting on rocks at a rest area; when we arrived at our campsite, we all had jobs to do to make setup quick and easy; many of the places where we camped were so remote that we’d go to the toilet in holes in the ground. The five of us slept in a tiny trailer—three bunk beds and a small sofa that converted into a double bed. To us, it seemed normal. But on reflection, it was pretty extraordinary. On their vacations, the rest…
