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Wurrambungles 2


This is the view from the camp ground. We was a really quick pop in to see what is was all about.  We will come back one day and visit properly ... good news there is mobile coverage and powered sites so we will be able to work and visit at the same time.

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  1. Now that's really what the Wurrambungles is all about - the amazing geology, and even an eastern grey in the foreground! I'd love to camp there.

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  2. What a view to wake up to! Beautiful blend of nature's colours. Thanks Joan :D)

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  3. what a fabulous photo.. I haven't been up that way in a long long time, I must put it on my list.. We are off to Tassie today :)

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  4. all I can say is...wow :) what a beautiful place.

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  5. A great ad for Australia. The light in this shot is fabulous.

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  6. What a great shot, Joan! Love all the different layers.

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  7. There's some great Aussie campgrounds out there! This looks great - we haven't explored this area nearly as much as we'd like as we're often passing through!!

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