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Channel country


We are on our way to Longreach.

It's hard to imagine how these wide flat lands every now and then flood and the water drains in a myriad of channels and flows for thousands of kilometres eventually reaching the dry salt pan at Lake Eyre.

You might remember our flight a few years ago over Lake Eyre in flood when we saw Cooper's Creek flowing.


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  1. It is an amazing story and must be a more amazing sight. Just rechecked your old post. I have been there since then. That is Lake Eyre not the Channel Country, wait a minute, I have been to Longreach.

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    1. The link was to shots of Coopers Creak before it enters Lake Eyre, so the very end of the Channel Country by my reckoning.

      Well if you have been to Longreach all you need to do is go there again and go a little further.

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