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Opening 2012

Whizzing along the highway we pass through Medlow Bath and past the famous Hydro Majestic.  It's a bit like the highway ... always a work in progress.

From this old hotel there are wonderful views across the Megalong Valley but they are hidden from the main road.  It would be so easy to just rush along from East to West without taking in the majestic scenery and the beautiful forests that are only really appreciated on foot.  So if you are ever travelling this way, do yourself a favour, turn off the highway and get out of the car.


  1. So, so different from the MacPherson Ranges further north. Neither better nor worse. Just different.

  2. It is a lovely view. Looking forward to when I can go in and have a cup of tea...

  3. Ihope they haven't modernised it too much. It may have been old but it had a lot of charm.

  4. I really like your Weekend People. If you don't mind, I'm going to pinch your idea. I've been wanting a way of putting up portraits that don't really belong in the main blog and 100 Strangers has served its purpose. I'll start with my shots from that blog and then use it for new ones. I want to keep my hand in with people shots if I can.

    Might do the same with mono shots as well.

  5. Firstly - wow.
    Love the new format.
    I didn't know you could do this in blogger.
    It is most excellent.
    Must investigate to pull all my blogs together.
    Secondly, yay "whistler's rest".
    The name is just lovely.
    I would SO love to live on a street called Canary St.
    Love the photos at the Royals.
    Which one is your favourite?
    I love Woodstock and Hill End.

  6. Julie, the difference in style of mountains and vegetation across the country now totally fascinate me.

    Winam, I used to like having afternoon tea there but some years ago they started discouraging people who were not staying at the hotel ... a shame as it was such a great place to take visitors for a cuppa because of the atmosphere and view even though the prices were sky high.

    Ann, go for it. My Weekend People evolved out or your 100 Strangers so the sharing continues. Regarding the Hydro ... the outside all looks the same and I image the inside will almost certainly stay in keeping.

    Letty, thanks. I played word games with hubby quite a bit before settling on the name Whistlers Rest. (Was like marketing where make up names for products) My favourite Royal is Caragabul, the ones with iron lace verandahs also please me - Trangie, Hill End, Sofala, Mandurama. But I'm also very fond of Woodstock.

  7. It sure is a beautiful spot. I'm always nagging, "Pull over let's have a look" It doesn't always happen.

  8. Yes, definitely worth getting out of the car. Magnificent view :)

  9. Now that will be "A room with a view"!


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