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Lake George


I haven't been anywhere interesting so am dragging the bottom of the barrel somewhat between now and the New Year when I hope to do some real Wayfaring.  We are on our way to Canberra.

The Federal Highway runs beside Lake George which as you can see is not much of a lake at the moment. While most lakes are now full or filling since the drought as broken, Lake George follows its own tune. Sometimes this picnic spot has beautiful water views but it's not a common occurrence. I remember it was quite full when I first went to live in Canberra in the 1970s and again in the late 1980s.  At the moment there are some parts with water but it looks like will be quite a while before we see water lapping the shores.

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  1. Surprised its empty. thought everywhere was filling up.

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  2. There were large tracts of water when I passed it last, 18 months ago.

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  3. That is the lake that you are having when you are not having a lake.

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  4. I can see windmills on the hill.
    They're popping up all over the joint.
    Some people find them a blot (or is it a blight?) on the landscape - but I quite like them.

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  5. I travelled that route at the end of October, and marvelled there was no water. Then I watched a bunch of sheep (to small to use the word mob) and realised that although it appeared that they were up to their waist in grasses, they were also knee deep in water. Then I queried my own eyes, because being coven hoofed they would succomb to foot-rot. I think there is considerable water in there, but also considerable grasses.

    I have travelled through that area in the last couple of months by car and by train 3 times, and yes, there are more and more wind farms dotting the rolling hills between Goulburn and Yass. I think they are very elegant, and picturesque, and economically invaluabe.

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  6. Letty, I like the windmills too. It's blot in my language.

    Yes Julie it is actually quite soggy at the moment, not dry at all but a long way from looking like a lake.

    Actually the high winds in the area are said to be a force in drying up the lake, which apparently has very small feed of rivers to rain has to fall on top of the lake for it to fill up.

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  7. Ah is that how Lake George works. Someone said to me there are a few little inlets but no outlet, so it either soaks in or dries out. It is a lovely little section to wend ones way around before breasting the rise onto Northbourne Avenue.

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  8. The photo has a light Japanese touch - I like the simplicity and sobriety.

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