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Oops does it get cold out this way in winter?  I was glad to find we were coming up to the crest of Cherry Tree Hill, elevation 1100 metres and soon after descended.  Clandulla is at 700 metres (the same height as our home at Lawson) so expect winters are chilly but not freezing.

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  1. This could be a photo of coming up the range to Toowoomba or coming through Carroll's Cutting up to Ararat.
    I suppose all three spots are on the Great Dividing Range.

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  2. I would suspect you'd get a dusting or two of snow on that mountain in the winter.

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  3. Ararat must be close to the flick of the tail of the GDR, though. Nice looking countryside, isn't it?

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  4. I like how the sign says "No Sign" and "Snow Sign" :)

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  5. Snow or not, I would keep myself warm. :-)

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  6. I'D SAY IT WOULD BE CRISP IN WINTER BUT VERY SCENIC.

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