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Coolibah


I have it on good authority this is a Coolibah tree by the creek just outside of Winton.  Now I know what one looks like,

We are heading west 100kms on dirt road.  The scenery changes as we move along.  The tour guide tells us we are passing by Gidgee trees and later Mulga and we end up at spinfex country and the site of the dinosaur stampede.


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  1. The tree is wonderful, love its shape. The beautiful shot below reminds me of the Andes, because of the fluffy grass which, most probably, is another species.

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    1. Yes I am sure it would be another species. There is a fluffy grass called Serrated Tussock which comes from South America which is a major weed in rural Australia. But that grass would not grow out in this harsh climate.

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  2. That's good that you made it to the dinosaur stampede. Would like to see that myself one day.

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    1. I am sure you would appreciate it more than me ... you seem to get all this fossil stuff .. I don't.

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