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Mitchell Grass Plains



This country is beautiful. Miles and miles of naturally treeless grasslands, white like a frosty morning.

I saw a rare flock of sheep.  A map in the museum showed how sheep were once a staple of the area but in the 1990s with the drought and the poor wool prices most farmers moved into cattle.  The stocking level per acre is low so you don't often see cattle either other than in the long road trains that maraud the roads.


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  1. It has a beauty all of its own.

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    1. Yes it does. I find these places astoundingly lovely, but am not sure I would enjoy living there.

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    1. The Hay Plains have endless miles of super flat but I somehow didn't expect it here.

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