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Home on the range


This is another shot taken at Tucklan which I am posting just because I like it.

Over at 100 towns I have posted Home Rule as a locality which is on a rather nice drive between Gulgong and Mudgee ... lots of vineyards.

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  1. I like it as well. A very typical Aussie scene.

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  2. Yes, it's nice with this really huge tree looming beside the building.

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    1. It's interesting that you mention the "huge" tree. To me it is not particularly huge, just the normal height of the larger species of eucalypt.

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    2. So ... of course wikipedia knows it all (I searched for "biggest tree in Germany"). One of the tallest tree in the world is an Australian Mountain Ash with 99.6m = http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_superlative_trees

      The tallest tree in Germany (and perhaps of the continent), a Pseudotsuga menziesii), is 63m. It is so special that it even has a name "Waldtraut vom Mühlenwald". I guess something between 30m and 40m counts as very tall around here. It's not unusual, but it is huuuuuuuuuuuuuge.

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    3. Well this one is nowhere as big as a Mountain Ash. The mountain ash forests are a magnificent thing.

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