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Coolah Tops National Park


At the top of the hill the farmland gives way to the trees of the national park.  The soil is rich and the rainfall high so the trees are tall.  There is good quality dirt road through the park.

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  1. Did it smell good?
    It looks like it smelled (smelt?) good.

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    1. It smelt crisp and clean ... can't remember any other distinctive aroma.

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  2. Love this. It exudes such a sense of calm. A meandering road in no hurry to anywhere but through the tall trees...

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    1. Yeh it is a no hurry kind of place. Even over a glorious warm Easter long weekend not a bothersome amount of traffic.

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  3. my favourite type of road....

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    1. A follower of my blog for a while you already not this is my type of road :-)

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  4. Another lovely place to visit.

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