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Morton National Park


After lunch we took a drive into Morton National Park. Here the scenery is quite similar to the Blue Mountains. You can tell the photos were from last last year because it was an incredibly hot day and before the extensive rains we have experienced this year has started to fall.  The visibility was extremely poor due to smoke from bush fires.

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  1. I could not have told that from looking at the photo, though. It could be mist for all I knew.

    I love shots of NSW like that. I nearly wrote Australia, but feel that sort of landscape is quintessential NSW GDR.

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  2. I also thought it was mist... It makes for a beautiful photo though.

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  3. Great shots. That is one heck of a cliff. I bet the water volume has increased this year.

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