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On the downward run


It's pretty nice country around here, especially where the Glass House Mountains appear. But we are on the downward run, not lingering because we are now back in South East Queensland with lots of family visits to make.  We are also in familiar territory and I don't have the same sense of discovery.

The driver is intent on our destination so even made me grab the Royal Hotel at Tiaro from the car window instead of stopping.


Royal Hotel, Tiaro

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  1. We used to get sooo excited when we first caught sight of the Glasshouse Mountains on our
    annual holidays to Caloundra, as we tootled along in our old FJ Holden.

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    1. We did too. We had a competition to see who could spot the Glasshouse Mountains first. Mum and Dad of course knew exactly where they came into view but we kids didn't. Then one time my brother surprised everyone by spotting a glimpse of one in an earlier spot ... perhaps a tree or something got cut down.

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