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For flood ... she pays us back threefold

This old bridge across the floodplain of the Snowy River shows what a mighty river it once was. The engineering marvel of the 1950s and 60s, the Snowy Mountains Hydro-Electric Scheme, dammed the waters in the catchment. Today just 20% of the flow goes down the river bed towards the sea.

Reminds me of the 1960s when people from the town made the great journey south from Queensland to the "Snowies". On their return we were subjected to a very long and boring slide night where we saw every detail. Mmmmm ... are photo blogs the slide nights of today?

From the Man from Snowy River by Banjo Paterson
"He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat --
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent."


  1. I loved the eponymous movie, I hope it was a reasonable facsimile of the legend.
    I am linking you from my post today. I hope you don't mind. If you do let me know.

  2. I had forgotten about the movie. Yes a reasonable facsimile I think, though it is years since I saw it.

    Thank you so much for the link.

  3. Beautiful wooden bridge! It reminds me of another one I've seen in Burma. You can check it on my travel blog if you like :

  4. One post a day doth not a slide night make.

    Now if you were to keep a number of blogs........

    Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia


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