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Signs #17 - Yes ... or NO!!

Possibly the sign of a misspent youth, my ability to guess 'whodunit' has been well-honed over the years by detective and courtroom drama novels, TV shows and films.

But this sign, languishing with other unlabelled exhibits in a shed at Boulia's Stone House Museum, gave my amateur sleuthing skills the chance for a REAL workout!

Who made it? Where was it located?? Why wasn't it there any more???

Of course to someone with my well developed investigative powers, finding the answers was a doddle ...

According to point #10, the sign was once located 48 miles – approximately 80 km – from Boulia. So it pre-dates the metric system – adopted in Australia during the 1970's!

The sign gives answers to probably repetitive questions - or why would the sign have been made in the first place? But while they're about living in a remote location - Boulia itself is deep in western Queensland's Outback - the signwriter clearly had enough visitors to make the sign necessary, which indicates a stopover point on or near a main road.

And given that other exhibits in the shed near the sign included signs for various refreshments, an old bain-marie and bottles, the stopover point could well have been a roadhouse or hotel.

Deducing the rest was elementary easy. Within a radius of 80 km from Boulia, a map of the area indicated hotel ruins 78km to the east – with no other site meeting the parameters above.

Then – a quick look at the excellent Boulia visitors guide booklet confirmed the Hamilton Hotel ruins about 80km from Boulia towards Winton! QED!!  Or should I say 'WooHOO'!

Hamilton Hotel Ruins, via Boulia, Queensland
Today these ruins are what's left of the last stage from Winton to Boulia. Opened in 1897, the hotel closed in the 1990's – with what was left after demolition salvaged by the Stone House Museum. Travellers can still stay at the Hamilton Hotel – it's now a popular rest stop and free camp with a modern amenities block.

And the old windmill still provides an irresistible opportunity for another Outback cliché shot!

Windmill, Hamilton Hotel Ruins, Outback Queensland

If, like me, you just can't get enough of clever signs, you'll be thrilled to find a whole bunch of them over at 'Signs, signs'!!  Head on over to check out the other contributors!!


Weird Stuff #7 - Homestead, Queensland

From the Highway, Homestead, Queensland
Homestead doesn't generally make the Top 10 list of Queensland tourist drawcards. Not to MY knowledge*, anyway.

This small, ex-Gold mining town is more likely described as a blip on the radar almost exactly half-way between Balfe's Creek and Pentland, themselves blips on Queensland's Overlander's Way between Charters Towers and Hughenden!

In fact, while we've 'been to' Homestead several times over the years, these 'visits' would be more accurately described as 'drive-throughs'. Fast not-taking-any-notice-because-there's-nothing-to-see-and-we-don't-need-fuel-or-food drive-throughs en route to either the east coast or the Outback. Or as the tourist brochure detailing the tiny towns on this route describes it – 'between the Basalt and the Black Soil'!

But in August 2011, as we passed by Homestead, a process normally taking well under a minute, I saw something weird out of the corner of my eye. I gave Pilchard what, in retrospect, must have been a painful jab.

'Stop the car,' I demanded, no mean feat when towing a camper trailer at high reasonable speed. But Pilchard, ever compliant**, braked responsibly, performed an illegal U-turn and pulled up in front of Homestead's newest attraction!!

Mower side detail, Homestead, Queensland
  Bravely eschewing the regrettable Aussie tendency for Big Things***, Homestead's highway display choice of this less flamboyant (but still bizarre) actual-sized social history exhibit is ground-breaking!! And the safety-consciousness shown by the helmet's inclusion is to be applauded …

In fact, the creativity shown by what must SURELY now be described as an EX-blip, has ensured keenly anticipated future 'visits' to Homestead! Will there be a new display? What will it be?? Will it make a great new post for my blog???

And Homestead's innovation just MIGHT put it on the Tourist Trail ...

* Impossible as it may seem, I HAVE been known to be wrong – so tell me if you know better!
** As if!!!!
*** Although as a blogger, I appreciate their amazing photogenic qualities ...


Off the Tourist Trail #7 - Uralla, New England, New South Wales

Fred Ward Memorial Statue, Uralla
Before Uralla, the thought of being tried by a jury of my peers gave me an attack of the screaming horrors. But in the spiritual home of bushranger Fred Ward I found an inarguable defence.

Captain Thunderbolt, Uralla, NSW
For here in Uralla, halfway along the Thunderbolt Way – shortest route from Sydney to the Outback – you can't scare a kangaroo without it hitting a reminder of Fred's presence. His rock. His cave. A life size statue in the main street. The McCrossin's Mill museum that tells his story complete with 9 oil paintings depicting his death. His grave – albeit shrouded in controversy – who is REALLY buried there?!

Fred? Well, c'mon! You can't call a villainous bushranger by his real name, 'Fred Ward', can you? Not with cool names like Ned Kelly and Captain Starlight already out there! And not when there's a name like 'Captain Thunderbolt' going begging!!

But despite Fred's life of crime – robbing mail coaches, hotels, stores and residences; stealing over 80 horses; and involved in several shootouts with police – he was still considered a 'gentleman'. No, this is not some new and bizarre definition of the word 'gentleman' with which we are not generally familiar – Fred 'earned' this consideration because – wait for it – HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY KILL ANYONE!!

So should I find myself on trial, I'll just use the 'Thunderbolt' defence! 'But, your Honour – I didn't actually KILL anyone'. That'll do the trick, won't it??

Constable Walker's Memorial Plaque
Of course it won't if I actually DID kill someone – but I digress...

Constable Alexander Walker finally nabbed Fred – but you'll be hard pressed to find his memorial plaque in the shadow of the dashing Thunderbolt statue and actually decipher its text!

It's unclear how much of a mention Walker rates in the annual Thunderbolt Festival.

For a town that celebrates its close association with the notorious Captain Thunderbolt perhaps a little TOO much, Uralla has a surprising number of attractions unrelated to bushrangers, famous or otherwise.

Even so, the town still attracts thunderbolts.

Dangar's Lagoon from the Bird Hide, Uralla
One look at the ominous autumn storm clouds gathering over the mountains and we turned back from birdwatching trip to nearby Dangar's Lagoon, pausing only to pick up a quick lunch from one of Uralla's two fine bakeries. Beating the rain by nanoseconds, we scuttled back to our cosy on-site van in the terrific Uralla Caravan Park, well off the highway bisecting the town. I'm sure the wild thunderstorm* raging directly above added a frisson of extra pleasure to the bakery wonders we consumed, but it's not an experience I'd want every year decade lifetime … But at least the resultant drop in temperature kept the snakes at bay when we picked up where we'd left off at Dangar's lagoon later that same day!!

New England Architecture, Council Chambers, Uralla
Maybe just an April 2011 thing, our second storm in two days bailed us up in the fabulous Burnet's Books. Of course being forced to wander aimlessly through multiple rows of wonderful antiquarian books isn't everyone's cup of tea – but Pilchard had to tell me the storm was over several times before it sank in!!

And when the countryside's ablaze with the onset of autumn – the region isn't called 'New England' for nothing – the jaw-dropping waterfalls and spectacular New England and Oxley Wild Rivers National Parks** nearby don't need the added lure of bushranger hidey-holes!

Autumn Colours, Uralla
Unlike much of the rest of OZ, the New England plateau has 4 distinct seasons and Uralla's winter temperatures reportedly reach -14º C – making it a less obvious choice for to play 'let's go on the run'. For us, the world class showers in the only caravan park amenities block with wall heaters I've seen in OZ staved off the autumnal chill – and the Yu Wah Chinese restaurant's excellent Saturday night buffet reinforced what I already knew. I like my food – and comforts – WAAAY too much to do the bushranger thing. I guess that means I'm just too soft to be an outlaw!

So maybe I won't have to use the Thunderbolt Defence after all ...

Autumn Colours, Uralla
One day we'll find ourselves able to stay as long as we like in a place – but this visit wasn't it. En route to the FAAAAABULOUS Lord Howe Island, the next steps of our trip were locked in.

But our next move WAS assured. A short drive down the road to Glen Innes – to pick up my free Celtic Glitter Mug!! But that's another story …

* Rivalling our previous experiences at Bowen, Queensland
** Watch this space for a separate post on more regional attractions!

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My FavouRED OZ Things #2!

Outback Road heading west from Windorah, Queensland
If you liked 'My FavouRED OZ Things #1', you're going to LOOOOOOOOVE My FavouRED OZ Things #2!!

But ... you won't find it here (although there's a teaser photo above ...)

I'm guest posting over at Jim's wonderful blog Holes in My Soles!

But wait!

There's more!!

My guest post introduces Jim's 'Magnificent Monday' - a chance to link up a blog post with a different theme every week.  This week's theme is 'colour' so 'My FavouRED OZ Things #2' fits in perfectly ...

So head on over to Jim's to see My FavouRED OZ Things #2 AND the other 'Magnificent Monday' colour contributions.  If you've got a post with a colour theme, why not link it up??  The worst possible outcome?  You'll get some new readers ...

This post is also part of Ruby Tuesday - a celebration of all things RED, and therefore a MUST for this RED!!  Feel free to head on over there once you've checked out the post at Jim's!!

Go on now.

I'll see you next time!


Random Adventure #3 - Dry Ground, Gales and the Great Crested Grebe! Lake Bindegolly, QLD

Lake Bindegolly - FULL!
Way back in the dim, distant past – if just over 2 years ago counts – under the hot and pitiless Aussie Outback sun, 2 lonely figures trudged numbly across the vast, alien landscape of a waterless plain. Lake Bindegolly appeared to have been dry for some time, except for a general impression of water gleaming in the middle distance. But that could have been a mirage ...

Far above the lake's edge – and several kilometres from the 'water' – a bird hide nestled into the tree line. Who could blame the water birds for being far, far away from this sweltering salt pan? Despite the absence of water, Pilchard and I were walking the 9.2 km lake circuit track to give any lost or misplaced water birds a fighting chance to be spotted. Hot and thirsty, I was ruing the cardinal rule – 'do it now, for we may not pass this way again' – that had impelled us to take the walk.

Great Crested Grebe Nesting at Lake Bindegolly
This was no time to regret our failure to check with the locals at Thargomindah, 40km to the west. If we 'd asked the right questions beforehand, we'd have discovered that 2009 was apparently the first time in living memory the lake had completely dried out! So yes, that 'water' in the distance probably WAS a mirage!! But anything that remotely resembled a water bird was clearly a complete fabrication ...*

Strike One.

Lake Bindegolly = 1

Red & Pilchard = 0

So when we passed Lake Bindegolly en route to Thargomindah from Bowra Sanctuary in June 2011, we couldn't believe our luck!


And not just full, FULL!! So full, in fact, the overflow on the other side of the road was also full. And Lake Bindegolly, part of a chain of lakes that form the Lake Bindegolly National Park is no small body of water. Covering much of the Park's 14,000 hectares, it takes some filling – and the birds had returned with a vengeance. Easily visible from the road, thousands of Great Crested Grebe were nesting.

Lake Bindegolly Landscape

As we headed down the road to Thargomindah, we agreed on one thing. After we'd done the mountain of washing we'd accumulated at Bowra, we'd give the lake - and the birds - another chance!

It couldn't possibly be as bad as our first experience, could it?  COULD IT??

The next day dawned. Not merely perfect, but the archetype against which all Outback winter days should be measured. Clear. Blue Sky. Sunny. Warm – but not hot.

In retrospect, possibly a little TOO good a day to spend washing, but the clothing situation was getting critical!

The following day also dawned with what appeared to be unmistakeable signs of perfection. We hastily packed essentials into the car. Camera, binoculars. Lunch, water. Hat, sunscreen, jacket - just in case – and headed east to Lake Bindegolly.

Great Crested Grebe

Where we stood agape at the splendid panorama – endless blue water, endless blue sky, and more Great Crested Grebe than we thought existed!!  Like attending a masterclass in Great Crested Grebe behaviour**, we watched fascinated as they cavorted on the water around us, swimming, hunting, fighting, building nests, hatching eggs, playing dead when they spotted us.

A slight chill breeze skimmed across the water.

'Just going back for my jacket,' I called to Pilchard. 'Then we'll walk the track!'

But by the time I returned from the car, the breeze had become a stiff wind. And by the time we'd reached the trail head, the wind had become a gale - strong and cold***. So strong I could hardly stand upright as it knifed through clothing suddenly inappropriate. And so cold, I could barely stutter 'let's go back to the car' though my chattering teeth. Thankfully, Pilchard's assent was non-verbal or I might not have been able to hear it through my numb ears.

Staggering back to the warm sanctuary of the car through the howling wind wasn't quite how we thought the day would pan out. But Lake Bindegolly wasn't finished with us yet …

One of many Great Crested Grebe nests - Lake Bindegolly

Unable to manage parking in one of the many empty spots in this spacious car park, the only other tourist for miles had parked directly behind us. Whether s/he intended to box us in is unknown – but it's possible s/he didn't figure on Pilchard's precision driving skills - the 17 point turn with which he extricated us was a thing of beauty …

The wind chased us all the way back to Thargomindah, then blew itself out over the next 15 hours or so. The next day dawned not just perfect, but archetypally perfect ...

Of course it did!

Strike Two.

Lake Bindegolly = 2

Red & Pilchard = 0

With what fresh hell will the lake greet us if we should again venture into western Queensland's Outback for Strike 3?

Yet another Great Crested Grebe!

Don't know. But I can't wait to find out!  Do you think it'll be 3rd time lucky??!!

*Sadly, there's no photographic evidence of this unhappy episode.

**Actually, this is a bare-faced lie. How would I know what attending a masterclass was like? Let alone one on Grebe behaviour - if there even is such a thing!! But it sounds good, right?!

***Yes, northern hemisphere readers, well may you laugh. 'Winter' is the term we Aussies use to describe our (generally) snowless cold season with (generally) temperatures above 0º C. But indulge me, and bear in mind that other than the type of light jacket you'd wear in your 'hot' season, we were dressed in summer clothes!!


7 Outback Photo Clichés for Our World Tuesday!

What is it about the great Australian Outback's magical aura that inspires – actually, compels - visitors to attempt to capture its essence? Is it the amazing colours and contrasts? Perhaps the unique light artists spend a lifetime trying to capture?? The spectacularly varied subject matter???

Whatever it is, it's almost impossible to take a bad photo.

So photographers like me keep snapping – euphoric with the knowledge that TODAY at least, there'll be some good, no – GREAT – shots!! But once home, the elation wears off. Because that's when it becomes apparent photography's unpardonable sin has been committed YET AGAIN.

Yes, those shots – although wonderful - are Outback clichés. Bummer.

So what's a veteran cliché-shot snapper like me to do??

Well ... if you've got lemons, make lemonade, right?

Right!  SO … I've sacrificed myself to bring you this handy guide using my very own pix as examples! Keep reading for the 7 worst Outback photographic clichés the world has ever seen and how I fell into the 'done to death' trap!!

You're welcome.

Cliché #1: Tree/Sky

Tree - Bowra Sanctuary, Queensland
Oh yes! Yes!! YES!!! Isn't this subject amazing? The spare, minimalist lines. The crisp contrast between the branches and the sky. The strong, clear colours. The metaphor for death as part of life. The intolerable cliché … But this tree at Bowra Sanctuary has so much going on I just HAD to snap it!

Cliché #2: Windmill

Windmill at Sunset, Thargomindah, Queensland
Actually, ANY inanimate object will do. But the windmill is particularly popular - more so than, say, a telegraph pole – because of its texture, silhouette and reflective properties! What's not to love about a good windmill shot? Except that every man & his dog who's been to the same place has a snap roughly identical. But it's a fabulous reminder of our virgin visit to Thargomindah!!

Cliché #3: Spot the Fauna

Sunset with kangaroo, White Cliffs, New South Wales
At first glance, the kangaroo you MAY be able to see centre shot may come as a surprise – although not to me! That's why I took this picture!! Even though I just knew the zoom in my old film camera wasn't quite enough to make the subject big enough to spot without a magnifying glass …

But this White Cliffs moment makes a great outback scene, doesn't it? HHHMMMmmm... maybe I shouldn't have told you about the kangaroo ...

Cliché #4: Footprints/Sand Dune

Footprints - Perrys Sandhill, New South Wales
Hasn't almost everyone you know got a great 'footprints in the sand' shot like this? Much as I love sand dunes, especially at Perrys Sandhill, near Wentworth, NSW I can't look at sandy footprint photos without hearing an imaginary sepulchural voiceover in the background ... 'like sands though the hourglass ...'

Cliché #5: Ruined Building

Kanyaka Homestead, Flinders Ranges, South Australia
I defy ANYONE with a camera at hand to pass by a scene like this WITHOUT taking a shot. And to stop at just one … I think taking photos is actually mandatory in situations with gaping roofs, crumbling rock, rotting wood and dry grasses like Kanyaka Homestead. Isn't it??

Cliché #6: Railway Track/Middle Distance

Railway Track, Menindee Lakes, NSW
So long, so straight, so photogenic, such a cliché. Especially with that perfect light scattering of cloud against the glorious blue sky!! What am I talking about? It's a GREAT shot!! Just a pity I'm not the only one to have
captured it … although no one else was around at Menindee Lakes that day!

And don't think changing the subject matter from railway track to fence or road will save it from terminal cliché-dom either!!

Cliché #7: Rocks

Rocks - Devil's Marbles, Northern Territory
Seen one, seen 'em all, right? RIGHT??? Well … maybe! Rocks, outback light, clear blue sky. It's a killer combination – and irresistible to amateurs like me. Maybe one day I'll work out how to take shots that look different to the ones everyone else has. But until then, I'll console myself with my favourite Devil's Marbles shot!!

Maybe the cliché-shot police will arrest me and throw away the key, but I don't care! Anyway, how is a photo a cliché when it's the first time you've visited and photographed?  And even if THAT'S a crime, I still don't care!  These pix are MY clichés and I've enjoyed every minute of being at the places they were taken!! 

So how do you avoid 'doing it to death' photographically?  Short answer - don't!  Take shots of places you love and enjoy, and share them!  I won't know if YOUR shots are cliches - and the next time you go there, you'll look for a different way to take the photo!  Am I right??

Come back for more if you dare!!!

Our World Tuesday is a FAAAABULOUS opportunity to see what's happening outside all around the world!! And who knows? If you take the link you might see something so amazing it'll inspire you!!  Thanx for dropping by!!


Australia's Scenic Public Toilets #17 - White Cliffs, New South Wales

White Cliffs Opal Field 'Dunny'

The exacting recreational pursuit of opal fossicking demands much of its devotees. Physical strength, mental fortitude, stamina and courage at the absolute minimum.

White Cliffs Opal Fossicking Fields
Oh, and the ability to hold on for grim death when nature calls!

So it was a relief (in more ways than one!) to find that the ability to cross ones legs for hours was not required on the opal fields at White Cliffs!

Spending a day making your fortune on the remote western New South Wales moonscape of the White Cliffs opal fossicking area need not, therefore, result in a nasty urinary tract infection - because these opal fields are CIVILISED!!   

Well ... almost!

This loo isn't quite the Australian Scenic Public Toilet to which regular readers have become accustomed!

White Cliffs 'Dunny' - in the middle of the action!

NO … this one's an absolutely genuine, bona-fide authentic Aussie DUNNY!

But while its construction from recycled corrugated iron underlines its humble origins, this loo is not without mod cons and comforts. 

For example, the can has a hand-carved wooden seat.

And the detachable sarlon screen ensures ones' business remains private in the event of a 'run' on the amenities!  

Inside the smallest house ...

But wait! There's more!! In a scarily prescient display of multi-tasking procedure AND carbon footprint reduction principles in action, there's an ashtray - cunningly recycled from a tin can!

If that's not enough, the dunny is only a few small steps away from the opal mine shafts - so taking a 'break' need not mean putting your dreams of opal mining riches on hold for long!

Progressive in more ways than one (it's arguably the most remote OZ location to stock the fabulous 'Journey Jottings' products*), White Cliffs leads the way in showing that 'budget' doesn't have to mean 'spartan' in this true representation of 'convenience' in all its guises.

So maybe this progressive and innovative design is worth patenting, and producing en masse for use around the world?!?! 

Am I the only one who'd like to see that??!!

* No, they're NOT paying me ...


Aussie Icons #4 - 'The Saint', Castle Hill, Townsville QLD

Castle Hill from the Magnetic Island Ferry
Those nostalgic for the 'good old days' would do well to consider the enduring legacy of Townsville's 'The Saint', a 1962 student prank that continues to generate controversy.

A tragic reminder (!) of the lawlessness and anarchy characterising 1960's society degeneration (!) from the wholesome family values of the 1950's, the James Cook University students responsible have left North Queensland's largest city with an unlikely icon!

And what better place to make your mark with graffiti than Castle Hill – the pink granite monolith (at 286m just short of 'mountain' height) that dominates Townsville's skyline?

"The Saint"
Castle Hill, no stranger to the plunder and pillage that characterised European settlement, was a well known firewood and timber-rustling spot before its 1888 gazettal as a recreation reserve – an early and uncharacteristic attempt to save it from complete denudation! And while reserve size continues to diminish, Castle Hill's distinctive skyscape, 360° views, challenging climbs, scenic public toilet and historical features are enough to grant it 'icon' status in its own right.

But it's the 1962 addition of 'The Saint' to Castle Hill's northern face that cements its place in Townsville's cultural landscape.

Castle Hill from the Botanic Gardens
However, 'The Saint' and its spectacular backdrop have more in common than shared space.

Castle Hill is a World War 2 survivor - after the US troops stationed in Townsville who famously offered to blow it up and build a causeway to nearby Magnetic Island with the rock were knocked back. And 'The Saint' was reprieved after the local council reversed its 2002 decision to remove it. But only after a poll indicated 54% of the population considered it an icon!

Leaving 46% who don't ...

Castle Hill from Cape Pallarenda

So the controversy continues - graffiti vs art; eyesore vs landmark; student prank vs sacred site desecration; vandalism vs Aussie larrikinism (is that a word?!) - but 'The Saint' is now (arguably) photographed just as much as its scenic backdrop!!

Maybe tourists are the deciding factor??

During a visit to Townsville in the 1990's, the debate raged on talkback radio. Should 'The Saint' be removed? Did it defile the natural beauty of Castle Hill?? Had it transcended its dubious origin to become a local landmark???

Lower Lookout and WW2 Installation
Then a caller rang through. 'Mate, after more than 30 years up there in all sorts of weather there's only one question to be asked,' the caller stated.

'What's that?' the announcer asked.

'What kind of paint did they use?'

And that, my friends, puts it all into perspective!!

In July 2011, Castle Hill still sports 'The Saint', and it's still the subject of discussion, photographs and debate. 
But in early 2012, its 50th anniversary MAY mean historical respectability - AND lay any controversy to rest!  We shall see ...
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SkyWatch at Lake Pamamaroo OR 13 photos of the same thing ... Menindee Lakes, NSW

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #1
Ever wondered what happens when an amateur photographer points an automatic film camera directly at the sun and presses the shutter?

Well, wonder no more!

It might be amateurish, but I kinda like it ... although I would, wouldn't I?!  Yes, I'm the photographer, and this amazing sunset on the first night of my virgin visit to Western New South Wales' spectacular Menindee Lakes region used up a couple of rolls of film.

Was it worth it?

You'll have to let me know ...
Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #2
Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #3
From our campsite (Free!  How good is that?!) on the shores of Lake Pamamaroo, the sun sets spectacularly over water - so much water it's an inland sea, with the opposite shore barely visible.

Meterologists more expert than I will have already noted the water's mirror-like reflective surface - a significant clue to the evening's stillness ...

They'd have seen the fast-moving cloud that offers another clue to the prevailing wind direction.

And they'd have picked up that a change was on its way!

It's a giveaway if you know what to look out for - the weather would turn to cold and drizzle by the next morning.

But for now?


Balmy and beautiful.  Evocative and ever-changing.  Magnificent and mesmerizing.

Incredibly, the staggering view intensified as the sunset progressed.

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #4

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #5
 How could I stop at one picture (Or five? Or ten??!) when every moment the panorama in front of me was changing?

New colours.

Different cloud formations.

Ever more spectacular reflections.

Just as well the great-oil-painter gene passed me by ... it was all happening too quickly to capture on canvas! 

BUT ... yes, some are no doubt thinking I've missed out on the great-photo-snapper gene too!

Why do I keep exploring OZ?

For experiences like this!

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #6

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #7

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #8

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #9
Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #10
Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #11
Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #12

Lake Pamamaroo Sunset #13
Yep, the best things in life are free ...

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