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Bungleboori


After bumping along the road for a while we reached Bungleboori camping area which is at the cross roads of a number of tracks. As this was a quick trip we gave the road to the interesting glow worm tunnels a miss and took the Blackfellows Hand fire trail.

Yes, I know it was a cool damp day but you really have to wonder who would drive off leaving coals glowing red at any time of year.

Musing:
Reminds me of an old Girl Guide song
"Fire's burning, fire's burning
Draw nearer, draw nearer
In the gloaming, in the gloaming
Come sing and be merry."
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  1. PJMarch 23, 2009 at 7:12 AM

    The scene was so beautiful that I didn't think that about someone leaving the fire to burn out. Then again, there's nothing else there.

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  2. JulieMarch 23, 2009 at 2:52 PM

    I love the names: Bungleboori and Blackfellows Hand fire trail.

    Some people have no idea: as though Victoria never happened!

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  3. UnknownMarch 24, 2009 at 12:19 AM

    Yes, it's unbelieveble! Fires have started here in the north and it's still March...
    Beautiful spot and composition too!

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