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Lake Oberon

The dams and lakes are rising higher but the big ones are not yet full to the brim. The council's website says it's currently 63% capacity so still a way to go.

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  1. Loving this series already!! And just think - only a few years ago the residents would have been BEGGING for 63% at this time of the year!!

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  2. Joan I finally have a Royal Hotel for your page tomorrow. Do you just copy the picture from the web?
    These shots take me back to my honeymoon which we spent in Jenolan, Bathurst, Hill End and Mudgee.

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  3. Red, I know and that is why I have a fascination with watching the dam levels and reporting the figures ... because it is a bit hard to tell how full it is other than the fact that there is still a "rim" around the edge.

    Mark, send to the email address in my profile and I will post it. We spent some our honeymoon at Jenolan too. Or if you are posting on your blog I will copy from there.

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  4. I can't get past that fence -it looks good.

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  5. Beautiful landscape here. Whenever I visit your blog, it makes me want to do some serious traveling! The summer series is excellent.

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  6. It's been a long time since I've been to Oberon. Nice to see it so green.

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  7. Ooo ... I have found another Royal for you too. Must go and photograph it over the next few days.

    Those dams will probably rise a bit higher next week ...

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