Day 4 - Canowindra
When I woke up, we went into the car and drove to the locally famous "Golden Gully", a series of twisting trenches that are the result of the digging actions of thousands of miners over the years. The golden-yellow walls, sometimes reaching a height of 7 m, give it the name of "Golden Gully".
Golden Gully, as it turned out, was not one gully but a series of gullies twisting and turning in every which way. We explored these passageways, and crept through the tunnels and under the arches that we found. The texture of the walls was unique and magnificent, sometimes perfectly parrallel vertical lines, sometimes gravelly grains and rocks, and seamlessly switching between the two.
When we were about to leave, we were lucky enough to see a small family of wild goats crossing one of the biggest arches. If I were the goat, I would have been scared out of my wits. The arch was 5 m off the ground at its highest point, and about 80 cm wide. The goats would have had to be incredibly nimble.
When we came out of Golden Gully, we went into the car and drove to a town called Canowindra, pronounced "Kanoundra". There we planned to visit a historic museum about archaeology and stay at the local showground. When we arrived, a camper staying there asked us "wether we were staying until the Balloon Festival". Naturally, we had no idea what she was talking about. She told us that, on Thursday, a festival of hot air balloons, the Canowindra Balloon Festival, was starting and continuing until the next Friday.
Well, as soon as we heard that, we wanted to at least see some of the balloons. But apparently the whole showground was booked out from the start to the end of the festival. So we booked in until Thursday and just said we would wait and see wether there weren't still some spots.
Golden Gully, as it turned out, was not one gully but a series of gullies twisting and turning in every which way. We explored these passageways, and crept through the tunnels and under the arches that we found. The texture of the walls was unique and magnificent, sometimes perfectly parrallel vertical lines, sometimes gravelly grains and rocks, and seamlessly switching between the two.
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| The gravelly variety |
When we were about to leave, we were lucky enough to see a small family of wild goats crossing one of the biggest arches. If I were the goat, I would have been scared out of my wits. The arch was 5 m off the ground at its highest point, and about 80 cm wide. The goats would have had to be incredibly nimble.
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| The goats crossing the arch |
When we came out of Golden Gully, we went into the car and drove to a town called Canowindra, pronounced "Kanoundra". There we planned to visit a historic museum about archaeology and stay at the local showground. When we arrived, a camper staying there asked us "wether we were staying until the Balloon Festival". Naturally, we had no idea what she was talking about. She told us that, on Thursday, a festival of hot air balloons, the Canowindra Balloon Festival, was starting and continuing until the next Friday.
Well, as soon as we heard that, we wanted to at least see some of the balloons. But apparently the whole showground was booked out from the start to the end of the festival. So we booked in until Thursday and just said we would wait and see wether there weren't still some spots.
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