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50. Waterfalls


There are lots of waterfalls on mountain walks but this one on the track down the bottom of our street is one of my favourites.

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  1. At the bottom of your street!!!! wow !!! Its just beautiful.

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    1. Yep the walk is South Lawson Park is quite a lovely one. It is about 1/2 km (I guess) down to the bottom of the Street, a 3km circuit with a not unreasonable amount of steps then the 1/2 km uphill back home - so takes quite a while to do the lot given my poor level of fitness. There is quite a variety of scenery from dry eucalypt forest at the top to rainforest below and four waterfalls.

      It is too long since I have done the walk so I must do it again one day ... but I am due to start work again on Monday.

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  2. Such a stunning waterfall. Running water is so hard to capture, but you've done it well.

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