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30. Mighty Rivers


I have just returned from a trip where we camped beside the mighty Murray and Murrumbidgee Rivers.  But the one I picked is the Darling at Wilcannia.  I chose it because I have seen it in all moods -- from a mere chain of ponds during the drought, to this flowing river to it being in flood spilling over those high banks.

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  1. Look at all that paddock being swept downstream. I do not think of the Darling like this. The overflowing banks, yes. The chain of ponds, yes. But not this.

    Are you keeping a map of all the roads you have travelled in NSW? There can not be many left ...

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    1. No I have not kept a map but there are plenty of roads left, even quite big ones - the Kidman Way from Griffith to Cobar, the Castlereagh from Dunedoo north, Corner Country to name a few.

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  2. I haven't visited any of those great rivers. Something to be remedied.

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