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

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

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

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

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

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  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.

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  6. OOo I like these photos of yours!

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  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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