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An unharvested cotton field at last.  We're pushing our way up north towards Mundubbera.

I was thinking about these Queensland towns -- how their names are familiar, names from childhood etched into memory -- and how living down south you never hear them.  Just as down there you know of Mudgee, Dubbo, Nyngan and Forbes -- place names rarely mentioned up here.

Passing over the border, though invisible, something happens and you enter another world.

UPDATE:
I have created a map of the trip here.  You will see we have long way to go from here.

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  1. That's one big trip, Joan! And I wouldn't know where any of those Central QLD towns were if it wasn't for you.

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  2. Woohoo a cotton field at last. I guess it is to do with listening to the news and weather. We hear the Qld towns and you hear the NSW towns but like you except the other way around, I remember NSW towns from when I lived there as a youngster and now that I'm a Queenslander I know the Qld towns. That is one long trip to follow the sun. I hope you found some because we have had the wettest winter that I can remember. Where are you now??

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    1. Yes I think it is the news and weather.

      Back in South Qld, on our way home and have hit our first rainy day in nearly two months (and then only a sprinkle or two). It's really dry out west.

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  3. Did you see the big fire at the St George cotton gin today?
    All that newly picked cotton up in smoke!

    That's a HUGE trip you are going on.

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    1. No I missed that. Most of the time we don't get very good TV reception so we have not been in touch much with the news. We would have missed the Rudd vs Gillard showdown too except my sister sent an SMS so I got on the web to see what she was going on about.

      Yep it is a huge trip, incredibly varied and has surpassed my highest expectations. Lots more to show as we go along.

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