To my great shock,
Pine Island is an island of pines (in a sea of eucalyptus) – not an island with some pine trees on it. Fortunately, there's still water there – the Murrumbidgee River, beacon of family camping holidays throughout our great state (of 350,000 people).
The landscape all around is just the type that Australia does well – peaceful rather than dramatic, but no less beautiful for that. Two steps from our picnic table, I faced left, then right, and took these two pictures.
Which is all the more impressive when you realise that this is most definitely inside Australia's capital city. I often drive twice as far from our (fairly central) home to go to work.
After eating a picnic lunch, we waded through the long grass to the water, pausing only to look picturesque.
