Pilgrims at the Australia Zoo: Reflections on Being There Luis A. Vivanco How can you even begin to describe what it’s like realizing a dream? You can’t. I’ve tried; believe me, in the past twenty‐four hours I’ve tried my damndest to comprehend a means of conveying to you, or even to myself, what yesterday was truly like. And believe me, as someone who considers herself to be relatively good with words…I’ve hit a wall on this one. But, I’ll try. I owe it to you. After all, having the opportunity to visit the Australia Zoo is the definitive reason why I’m on this continent to begin with. Thus begins a blog entry by Kristin, a young American in Australia, describing what she calls “The Pilgrimage.” Kristin made this pilgrimage to the Australia Zoo, a small wildlife park on the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia. Her several‐thousand‐word blog entry describes her activities during her visit, conversations she had with park workers, and her “quest for the ultimate Australia Zoo souvenir.” In one of the more remarkable passages, Kristin describes her visit to the “Crocoseum,” an arena in which trained animals perform tricks for an audience. It was, she writes, “…like a religious experience for me. I’m completely serious…the emotions I felt walking into the 5,000 seat arena can only be compared to how devout Catholics must feel when they visit the Vatican, or the sensation that overwhelms Muslims when they finally reach Mecca.” Kristin is not the only self‐described “pilgrim” to journey to this place. In the past several years, many hundreds, if not thousands, of others have made similar journeys to the Australia Zoo, explicitly framing their visits there as “pilgrimage.” Most of these pilgrims are ordinary Australians and North Americans, and, to a lesser extent, Europeans and East Asians. Add to this list a few global celebrities who recently made what the Australian media has dubbed “pilgrimages”—among them the Tibetan spiritual leader the Dalai Lama, the country music group Dixie Chicks, the daughter of boxer Muhammad Ali—and one begins to ask: What is so important about this place? And why would a journey here—it is just a zoo, after all—be so explicitly framed as a “pilgrimage?” Founded in 1970, this small park—“reptile garden” might be a more apt term, as its main attractions include local crocodiles and snakes—would have remained obscure, even in Australia, but for one crucial fact: its association with the life and death of Steve Irwin. Irwin is better known to tens of millions of television viewers around the world as “The Crocodile Hunter.” In the 1990s, the quirky, khaki‐clad Australian gained widespread celebrity for his ability to find, capture, manipulate, and explain dangerous reptiles on his eponymous Discovery Channel program. Irwin worked at the park, which his father built up and passed to the younger Irwin upon retirement. As the Crocodile Hunter’s celebrity grew worldwide, so did the park’s profile, as many of the shows feature segments filmed there. But it was still just a regional “tourist” destination, and a relatively minor one at that, until September 4, 2006. On that day, a stingray barb to the chest killed Irwin while he was filming an underwater special. Within hours of the death announcement on Internet news sites, thousands of people in the area converged on the park’s gates to lay flowers and stuffed animals, write messages of condolence to Irwin’s family and park employees, and to express publicly their dismay and sorrow at the death of someone so vivacious and iconic. People began traveling from longer distances to do the same—many explicitly describing themselves as pilgrims—and they have not stopped, a fact to which park officials have responded by constructing a large memorial area where visitors can appreciate khaki shirts signed by fans, poems dedicated to Irwin, pictures of Irwin in all kinds of poses, and other commemorative objects. They have also created an annual “Steve Irwin Day” in November to celebrate the life of the Crocodile Hunter, and to raise money for the Australia Zoo’s...