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Port of Bourke


Bourke is on the Darling River.  We have visited this long River on other trips at Wilcannia, Pooncarie and Wentworth.  Back in the 1890s there were 80 riverboats plying their trade along this river.  But this was short lived when the river was found to be unreliable and the railway arrived.

At the moment it looks so lovely. A few years ago parts of this river were just a chain of ponds and earlier this year became a raging torrent that engulfed the town.

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  1. That's a lovely photo of the Darling. But as you said, it took a flood for it to get this way.

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  2. Great to see so much water in the Darling.

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  3. It sure looks beautiful in your photo.

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  4. Gorgeous photo.
    Looks like a painting.

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  5. Hi Joan, I agree with freefalling, your photo looks like a painting. So nice to see a bit more water in the river too :D)

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  6. Ooo ... I would have loved to have see the paddle steamers plying their trade. I want to go down to that place along the Murray where they have got some up and going again.

    Lovely to see country NSW looking like this.

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