The Ranger

I have an old school friend. John, a man I have known for since I was a kid. Every year, when I visit Brisbane, I look my mate John up. I find out what he is up to, have dinner and a beer, and we talk about our plans.

This time, when passing through Brisbane, I could not track John down. He had left me a message a month before, and in the rush to leave for the Howe's big trip, I did not get back to him. So on this occasion I left a message, and regretted not having called him earlier.

Travelling up through central Queensland, our first major stop was at Carnarvon Gorge, a beautiful National Park and a great spot for wildlife. In the information centre they have a display of insects, spiders, and snakes. Mitch, curious as always, wanted to know about a strange looking moth. The Ranger on duty could not help, so sent Mitch off to the head Ranger's office to get the moth identified. My old mate John was ready for a kid with a question, but was more than a bit surprised to see the eldest Howe boy in his office. I was amazed to find John.


John had left his comfortable job in Brisbane to take on the Ranger In Charge position for Carnarvon Gorge. John had a successful IT career in Brisbane and a comfortable home on the outskirts of town. Trading the comforts of city life and air conditioning for the hot weather and wild beauty of the National Parks.

It is a very brave step, which also requires the support of his loving (and forgiving) wife Carolyn, to move to the bush.

It was great to see John, and even better to find that he had followed his dream.