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Another view

Here is another look at it before we head back to the car.  The walk is a very very easy grade and easy underfoot.  Unlike walks in the Blue Mountains which are invariably rough and steep.


  1. Isn't that glorious?
    I bigged it up so I could see those mountains in the distance.
    Isn't that little tree amazing, growing there in that rocky exposed position?

    1. I like mountains heaths because of the windswept shaped trees like this ... not that this spot was heath ... it just sort of jutted out from the rest of the mountains range.

  2. Wonderful view and wonderful photo. What kind of tree is this? Looks a little bit like some pine variation, but I can't really tell from the photo.

    1. Martina, I don't know. I bigged it up like Letty to see if I could see it clearly enough to make some sort of identification. There are native cypress pines in this region but I don't remember them being the forest around here, nor on closer inspection does it look like one. Lots of Australian shrubs have tough thin foliage like this plant to cope with the heat.

  3. Awesome view! And that tree is amazing, it seems to be desperately fighing for its life. Great shot, Joan!

  4. Another beautiful view. You're right about Blue Mountains walks though. They can be very hard going.


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