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Gundagai


We decided to stay a couple of nights at a favourite campsite by the Murumbidgee River and nestled between the wonderful old wooden bridges at Gundagai.

I am hopeless at taking iPhone photos, that's my finger in the shot.

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  1. Apart from the finger it is a good shot. Those old bridges full of texture and interest.

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    1. And at Gundagai this are such a big length of them and two .. one for the rail and one for the road.

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  2. The way I scrolled the page your finger didn't show, so I was wondering what you were talking about.
    You can crop quite easily on your phone before posting.
    With or without the finger it is a fantastic shot of the bridge.

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    1. Oh yes I could have cropped but that would have cut the bridge off a bit and the finger was more fun :-)

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  3. The Gundagai bridge must have been so impressive in its time. It is a pity it is now not being maintained.

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