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Bylong Valley Way


I think it is time we went Sweet Wayfaring again.  Recently what spare travel time we have had has been absorbed with going to Clandulla but this weekend we decided to push on further.  I am taking you on a trip from Clandulla along the Bylong Valley Way to Denman which is over towards the coast. From there we went on to Newcastle and back home to Lawson, making a round trip of it.

The first thing I noticed this weekend is that the trunks of the forest trees have gone creamy yellow since last time we were here.  They are shedding their bark which they do at this time each year.

Here's the map.  I don't feature the trip after Singleton as it begins to get quite cititified from that point which I find uninteresting.

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  1. Can you smell that forest floor? I can!!

    Very excited about this journey. Gotta map ... although I can make my own ... and will do so this very instant.

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  2. Never been along the Bylong Valley Way before, so looking forward to it.

    I also like it when the trees shed their bark. Creates some beautiful photographs.

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  3. This is exciting. I don't get over that way at all, and always love the photos of your travels.Thanks for the map.

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  4. Great! Looking forward to this trip too.
    Thanks for map.

    Beautiful tree - love their bark.

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  5. Hm, and I am wondering why trees shed their barks ... ;-)

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  6. Martina, I think the trees are a bit like me ... they grow out of their clothes! I understand it is also a strategy to get rid of insects that might damage the fabric of the tree and a way of getting a few more months of sunshine to boost their growth. Other people claim they like to put flammable material at their feet to attract fire as their seeds require fire to germinate.

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  7. ooo ... just noiticed the map ... taa very much.

    I had never thought of that combustibles around one's feet theory before ...

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  8. Actually, the map makes me wonder why you(se) never came back via Bulga, Broke and the Putty Road. When I lived in Denman as a child, we always took the Putty Road. It was a hell-hole in the late 50s, but very civilised now.

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  9. Joan Elizabeth, lol - and thanks for the explanation, that's quite interesting.
    Today I tried to find out something about trees that shed their bark, but didn't find anything so far but the Eucalyptus. I learned some nice new expressions like blackbutt :-).
    There must be some trees around here that shed their bark too, since sometimes you can find piles of bark in parks ... but only in parks as I recall, so it might be a non-native species. Have a nice weekend!

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  10. Julie, Newcastle was our destination hence no travel back via the Putty Road. That road must have been pretty hairy in the 50s and 60s -- it seems to have entered into folklore as a wild ride. I haven't driven it for ages ... not since I've been blogging my trips.

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