One last photo before we leave the Turon River for good…
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Along the River – Part 4
Finally, we came down to the river. This stretch was absolutely magical. With the soft morning light, it looked like Lothlorien, the mythical Elven kingdom set amongst woods and water, in Lord of the Rings.
Along the River – Part 3
A bit of history for you. The Chinese were pretty prominent in the Turon area during the gold rush. They built a water run that was a couple of kilometres long to process the gold. What is left is the remnant of that stone wall, built by hand.
Pretty impressive, considering that they used a spoonful of water as a level. Notice that if they couldn’t shift a boulder, they just built over it!
Along the River – Part 2
Another awesome gum tree that we saw along the way. The burls on this one were very impressive.
Along the River – Part 1
We return to Turon Gates to take a morning walk along the Turon River. It didn’t take long for us to catch a glimpse of the Eastern Crimson Rosella, feeding on grass seeds along the track.
Turon River – Part 6
Climbing above the tree-line to the top of the ridge, we can clearly see where bush met pasture.
Turon River – Part 5
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?
Turon River – Part 4
Smells, smells, so many wonderful smells! The beagle was in doggie heaven – she was even sniffing the water.
Turon River – Part 3
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’.
Turon River – Part 2
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.
Static and Silence 