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Capertee


With a view like this beside the road it is no wonder each time we do this trip that I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of it through the brief break in the trees.

This is the magnificent Capertee Valley.

Visit the town of Capertee over at 100 Towns.

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  1. Red Nomad OZJune 6, 2012 at 9:38 PM

    What magnificent layers of green and blue that merge so beautifully with the cloud!! Aren't we lucky!!!

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  2. diane bJune 6, 2012 at 9:43 PM

    Great scenery. I love the red tips of the trees.

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  3. DianneJune 6, 2012 at 10:48 PM

    Certainly a view worth craning your neck for Joan ... I love the way it drifts away into the misty background.

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  4. freefallingJune 7, 2012 at 8:33 AM

    And breathe in, and breathe out.
    Sigh.
    I can imagine myself there.
    Good for the soul.

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  5. WinamJune 7, 2012 at 11:35 AM

    The Capertee Valley is so lovely. I have some good memories and photos from there, even though we didn't have the best weather on the trip.

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  6. PJJune 10, 2012 at 1:39 PM

    I wonder what it was like to traverse this before modern transportation. Must have been an ordeal.

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  7. UnknownJune 10, 2012 at 11:13 PM

    Love this carpet-covered valley and the mountains in the background.

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