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| After a hurried breakfast we set off, winding our way upwards through pine forests. Our party had now increased to eighteen - three late-comers having arrived during the early hours. The day began with the promise of the perfect weekend that was in store. On the way to Gibraltar Rock, we loitered occasionally to gaze across the Kanimbla Valley and take in the scene below. Although the valley was a little hazy, we could easily discern the yellows just starting in the willows along Cullenbenbong Swamp. | After a hurried breakfast we set off, winding our way upwards through pine forests. Our party had now increased to eighteen - three late-comers having arrived during the early hours. The day began with the promise of the perfect weekend that was in store. On the way to Gibraltar Rock, we loitered occasionally to gaze across the Kanimbla Valley and take in the scene below. Although the valley was a little hazy, we could easily discern the yellows just starting in the willows along Cullenbenbong Swamp. | ||
| The view from Gibraltar Rock was most interesting, | The view from Gibraltar Rock was most interesting, | ||
| - | for me, at least, were only wonderfully mysterious names on the map. Here now they stretched before us in all their rfad exciting beauty. Down below and a little to our right were Iron Pot and Tin Pot Mountains, and we knew too, that somewhere just there, the Cox was winding its way through all this. No wonder we were eager to be on our way. Or perhaps it might have been the biting wind, straight off Guauogang, or the compulsion arising from thirst that sent us skidding and sliding down the mountain side. It was a toss-up what would go first - the seat of Barry' | + | for me, at least, were only wonderfully mysterious names on the map. Here now they stretched before us in all their rfad exciting beauty. Down below and a little to our right were Iron Pot and Tin Pot Mountains, and we knew too, that somewhere just there, the Cox was winding its way through all this. No wonder we were eager to be on our way. Or perhaps it might have been the biting wind, straight off Guouogang, or the compulsion arising from thirst that sent us skidding and sliding down the mountain side. It was a toss-up what would go first - the seat of Barry' |
| quenched our thirst with copious cups of tea as we lazed under the willows | quenched our thirst with copious cups of tea as we lazed under the willows | ||
| by the stream. We wondered whether the wild mint growing there would come | by the stream. We wondered whether the wild mint growing there would come | ||
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