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Rocky Stream

There is a bush camping area beside this rocky stream. I think we will go camp there one day. A little further along is the lovely green spot with "Keep Out" signs on the fence. It looks so inviting.


  1. I can smell the mould under my feet and hear the whisper of the breeze in the she-oaks. I sort through the pebbles along the wayside, choosing one with just the right shape and thickness for skimming, walk to the edge of the stream, crouch down on my haunches and ...

  2. What a delightful spot! May I ask where this is?

  3. Amazing place the pine tree has chosen to live in! The rocks are beautiful and so are the blue tones on the water surface. The 1st shot is definitely my favourite.

  4. I love the smooth form of the stones in the first photo.

    Thanks for all the Australian info yesterday. Little by little, I feel like I am getting to know the country.

  5. Julie, I agree that's why I expect to go and camp there one day once the weather warms up.

    Winam, it's on Mutton Falls Road which runs between O'Connell and Tarana ... at the O'Connell end.

  6. Mutton Falls Road ... *grin* ... how wonderful!


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