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I find it too hard to grasp that these footprints were left by dinosaurs millions of years ago.  They come in small, medium and large.  The little ones look like bird prints in the sand.  I am not sure if I am impressed or underwhelmed.



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  1. If I saw them in person I might feel the same way you do but as a trio of photos I like them very much.

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  2. I've alwys wanted to see that. Is it worth the trip out there.?

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    1. I really enjoyed this trip, as much for the changing landscape on the way as for the dinosaur destinations. I loved my whole visit to the area - Hughendon, Winton, Longreach and will probably go back that way next year.

      Yes it is worth the visit just don't expect to see any more than what I have shown in the photos. They are in an enclosed area and you have to sit through a long explanatory talk to get to see them. It was interesting enough, and good to understand what you are looking at.

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  3. I guess it's all much more vivid in CGI. Did they have replicas of the dinosaurs there, or good information boards?

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    1. Yes there are information lots of information boards and not really replicas but things that give you an idea of size.

      See my response to Dianne above, there is a tour that you have to take to see the footprints.

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