Ladies and gentlemen, gather ‘round for a backstory that’s more convoluted than an Australian Olympic breakdancer. Mount Warning, a place so beautiful it’s been calling adventurers since the dawn of time, has now become the epicentre of what can only be described as bureaucratic absurdity.
In a move that would make even the most ardent bureaucrat scratch ze head, the NSW government has decided that Mount Warning, (or Wollumbin if you’re on intimate, first-name terms), should be off-limits to anyone who doesn’t fit a very narrow cultural checkbox.
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