Found in my regular trawl through the WOW! flickr image pool.
I grew up as a bushwalker (hiker/rambler for you foreign types). I’ve never been to somewhere with trees quite like this, but it brings back fond memories of walks through quiet, wild spaces.
I still remember quite clearly watching a herd of brumbies (wild horses) startle as we walked through the Bluegum Forest, and how odd their unshod hooves sounded. And waking up to wild goats around our tent on a mountain ridge. And getting lost once with my little sister, and not panicking, and eventually finding another member of the walking club because of his propensity for loud haranguing conversations audible from a great distance.
I need to get my kids out into the bush more.