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We passed by a shady creek.  OOo I like rocky creeks like this. This road has promise.


  1. rocky creeks are wonderful - love the way this one curves off into the distance.

  2. Ooh. I like this, too. So calm and investigatable...(spelling/make up word???)

  3. Beautiful spot! I would sit there and listen to the sounds of Australian nature.

  4. I'd love to be there, shoes off, feet in the water.

  5. Ah ... see those banks over yonder? Follow this creek futher up into the hills, as the banks get shorter, and the water clearer, and maybe the temperature a little lower ... then just sit on the bank's edge ... and when the light begins to fade, you may be favoured by a platypus.

  6. OOo I like these photos of yours!

  7. Investigable ... what a great word. And if as Julie suggest a platypus might be at the bank definitely worth doing.


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