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To our surprise we found we had reached Hargraves and were still on bitumen.  Pressing on to Hill End  we were even more surprised that it didn't run out the whole way.  It seems less of an adventure but must be nice for the people living at Hill End to not have to bump their way over 80-90kms of rough road to do the weekly shopping.

We are in the area of New South Wales where gold rush began.  Hill End just reeks with old mining town history and charm.  Visit Hill End over at 100 towns.


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  1. UnknownNovember 13, 2012 at 4:37 AM

    And black legged too, right? How cute!

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  2. freefallingNovember 14, 2012 at 8:15 AM

    Fantastic shot - got lots of stuff I love.
    Wonder if there is a dead stinky fox in there?

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    1. Joan ElizabethNovember 14, 2012 at 8:41 PM

      There was wonderful tussock grass on the block too. I would have liked to get that into the shot but was too lazy to change my lens.

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  3. WinamNovember 14, 2012 at 11:21 AM

    I didn't know (one of the) road(s) to Hill End were all sealed now. Is that from Bathurst way?

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    1. Joan ElizabethNovember 14, 2012 at 8:39 PM

      The road we took was from Mudgee to Hill End. The road to Bathurst via Turondale is almost all sealed too ... just 10 or so kms unsealed between Hill End and Sofala but it won't be long before that's done.

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  4. SusanNovember 15, 2012 at 10:31 AM

    Enjoying this photo. No doubt the sheep considers this a great place to relax in the shade :D)

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  5. JoNovember 18, 2012 at 9:39 AM

    I so enjoy how you capture the real Australia, all that you show is how I think of our country.
    I do too have a soft spot for a sheepy baa..

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