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Goulburn River National Park


We took a drive out to Goulburn River National Park. Most of the country is familiar but I was surprised at these thin pines which were popping up everywhere among the eucalypts ... I'm assuming they are native, there were so many of them.

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  1. The same thing happens to me - I can swear that I know everything about a place but nature never fails to surprise me. Hope you had a lovely trip :)

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  2. Elizabeth, They are native cypress. These trees grow on the poorer soils of the ridgetops and in sandy country right through the ranges, western slopes and out into the plains. They occur in huge numbers through the Pilliga. The floors of most Sydney houses are laid with cypress boards. I love these trees and I always feel a sense of freedom and joy when I see them. I also love stopping in that picnic area on a high point in the Goulburn River National Park for lunch. I can never remember the name but I love the place.

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  3. Thanks so much for the info Ray. I love the way you really know things instead of just speculating like I do. Keep your comments rolling, I really appreciate them.

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