There were some wonderful trees by the river. The forest here was more open than in the Blue Mountains. Is it because the soil is different?

The river was running clear – and very cold.

There are specks of gold to be found in the river, BB told me. Most probably in places where the river bends.

This was gold rush country after all – in the 1850’s. But the place circa 2011 was so serene that it’s hard to imagine it being filled with hundreds of sweaty, dirty, noisy prospectors.

We brought a gold pan but unfortunately didn’t get the time to use it. Another ‘next time’.

Upstream, the river had opened out into a waterhole. There was a rope swing that told me that this was a well-loved spot. Being late April, it was far too cold to go for a dip. Maybe next time.

We have recently returned from a few days by the Turon River. We stayed at Turon Gates, a large property that encompasses a large tract of the Turon River and its surrounds.

This was my first time in the area, and I must say that I was impressed by the natural beauty of the place.

Who wouldn’t like to laze awhile but that river bank?