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Burdikin River


The name of this river brought back memories of school days when we had to recall the names of all the key rivers in Queensland and know where to draw them on the map.

There are lots of vans travelling north.  We've discovered it is not only Grey Nomad season it's school holidays so essential to book ahead.

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  1. diane bAugust 13, 2013 at 8:42 PM

    I went to school inNSW and we had to do the same thing with NSW rivers.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 14, 2013 at 8:15 PM

      Its funny what was (is?) considered important by schools.

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    2. head in the sun August 16, 2013 at 7:09 PM

      I really wouldn't have much clue what the rivers of Qld are called!
      We didn't learn that at school.
      (I DO know the Condamine).
      I feel really dumb now.

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    3. Joan ElizabethAugust 16, 2013 at 9:53 PM

      Well that's good I reckon. I can't see what value it has been in my life to know the names of rivers.

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  2. DianneAugust 13, 2013 at 9:01 PM

    Heading north .... I remember years ago my parents hitched up their caravan each winter and headed north following the sun.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 14, 2013 at 8:16 PM

      It is such a good plan if you live in a cold climate area ... you get to escape the worst of winter but have just enough log fires in August to enjoy it as well.

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    2. head in the sun August 16, 2013 at 7:10 PM

      Stacks of retirees in Ararat head north to Qld every winter.
      I think it's a wonderful idea.

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    3. Joan ElizabethAugust 16, 2013 at 9:52 PM

      Having done it myself I am convinced we will do it every year from now on.

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  3. PeterAugust 14, 2013 at 6:01 PM

    Like the whales heading north, smart move.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 14, 2013 at 8:17 PM

      Yeh, smart whales. We saw some at Hervey Bay but I didn't get a photo.

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  4. paulAugust 14, 2013 at 8:41 PM

    Nobody made me recite those rivers, so I had to google it - turns out the received spelling is Burdekin. Nice bridge in the sunshine (and resulting shadows).

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 15, 2013 at 1:31 PM

      Ha ha, clearly I didn't learn the name properly -- I'll have to go back to school

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