A river town under the tallest trees around.

Small town. Tall forest on its doorstep.

Timber, rail and gold all shaped the Noojee people know today, but the river and forests were here long before the mills — and they’re still what the valley runs on. One sawmill still turns logs into boards; the trout streams, the trestle bridge and the fern gullies are older than any of it, just bigger now than when the timber cutters found them. Fewer than a few hundred people call it home, under some of the tallest hardwood forest on earth. There’s a pub, a bistro, a restaurant, a café with its own general store, and a lot of country to walk off whatever you order.