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Injune in June


We were there on the night of the annual  celebration -- Injune in June -- a great excuse for locals and visitors to huddle around a big campfile to ward off the winter chill while being seranaded by the local talent singing country songs. I enjoyed the evening a lot.

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  1. A good capture of country life.

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  2. I bet it was fun. Nothing like a country shindig!

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    1. What I like about the country is the way they create their own fun, not just buy a ticket to some show others have created.

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    1. It was a wintery night but we mountain people are used to cold weather.

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  4. One of these photos where I think: Oh, I would like to have been there!

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    1. You would have had a real taste of country Australia if you had been there.

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