It’s a long drive to Carnarvon Gorge, and a few hours in you’d be forgiven for wondering if it’s worth the trip. The route crosses flat scrubland, a featureless outback interrupted by tiny towns and the occasional gravel pull off to a strip mine. But suddenly the landscape begins to change. Soon you’re dropping into a wide ravine, and the scenery grows lush. Just ahead lies a park with towering palm trees, waterfalls and ancient Aboriginal art. It’s like driving across Nebraska, and suddenly finding yourself in Hawaii. — Larry Bleiberg
