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Porcupine Gorge


Porcupine Gorge is lovely they say, you mustn't miss it.  We decide to travel the 120kms round trip in the morning before my work for the day came in.

It's a mini Grand Canyon the literature boasts.

For one who has gazed in wonder at the real Grand Canyon or even the sweeping views of the Blue Mountains this is a micro grand canyon, a groove in the rock.

But we didn't have time to go down into the Gorge and I'm told it is really quite good down there.  We'll have to go back another day.

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  1. Looks like a nice place, but Hubby wonders why it was named after an American animal.

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    1. In Queensland where I grew up we called Echidnas Porcupines. Perhaps that is where the name came from.

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  2. Interesting but a mini Grand Canyon? I think I'd have been disappointed if I'd travelled 120kms. :(

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    1. We were amused more than disappointed. Though when I got back home and spoke to friends who had gone there the previous year they said they went down into the gorge and said is was one of the highlight places of their trip ... so you never know we might have missed out on something special.

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  3. It's wonderful! I like the name too.

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    1. It certainly surprising in among all the flat country I am showing in today's post.

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  4. It's certainly interesting to explore the bottom ... it doesn't have to equal the Grand Canyon to be picturesque & amazing!

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    1. I do agree -- it's making absurd comparisons that doesn't make sense to me.

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