On my weekend trip to Griffith, I stopped at Cocoparra National Park. I did not get to the top of the mountain as I intended, but instead ended up in the Spring Hill Picnic Area and doing the walk to the very dry, Flacon Falls.
After driving down a decent dirt road, I arrived at the Spring Hill Picnic area.
A quick check of the signs and I was off on my way to Falcon Falls. I like the sign. Too often when it says half an hour you do not know if this was half an hour, one way, return, or indeed if it is the speed of a speeding park ranger or a dawdling family with a pram.
Along the path, you can see that this are is still in fully blown drought. Have a look and then thing, only a few days before it had rained. Obviously they need somewhat more rain. When I did reach the destination, I saw the wondrous, Flacon Rocks.
After driving down a decent dirt road, I arrived at the Spring Hill Picnic area.
A quick check of the signs and I was off on my way to Falcon Falls. I like the sign. Too often when it says half an hour you do not know if this was half an hour, one way, return, or indeed if it is the speed of a speeding park ranger or a dawdling family with a pram.
Along the path, you can see that this are is still in fully blown drought. Have a look and then thing, only a few days before it had rained. Obviously they need somewhat more rain. When I did reach the destination, I saw the wondrous, Flacon Rocks.
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