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193412 [2014/09/11 19:36] – [Mt. King George.] emmanuelle_c193412 [2014/09/12 10:07] – [On the Wallaby] emmanuelle_c
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 The 8.53 a.m. from town duly arrived, packed chock-a-block, and we were forced to spend our time on the carriage platform, more or less comfortable but collecting occasional cinders. We changed later and the sight of Joan in a well ventilated pair of sky blue shorts caused some consternation in the hearts of some elderly maidens(?) who had been "eyeing us off" for some time. The 8.53 a.m. from town duly arrived, packed chock-a-block, and we were forced to spend our time on the carriage platform, more or less comfortable but collecting occasional cinders. We changed later and the sight of Joan in a well ventilated pair of sky blue shorts caused some consternation in the hearts of some elderly maidens(?) who had been "eyeing us off" for some time.
  
-Leaving Leura at 12 noon, lunch was taken near a dairy 2 1/2 miles out. Gilbert Taylor and George Dibley had arranged to wait for us here, but their presence was hardly expected at this late hour. The day was rather hot and sultry as we progressed along the Mt. Hay track, passing through most uninteresting country. Although none of us had been in that direction before, the dome of Mt. King George lay in our line of vision all afternoon. We did branch off a little too soon, and in consequence had to cross a gully but found Lockley pylon without much difficulty. Here we had a little trouble finding the correct spot where the track descends, and much time was wasted. The slopes seemed to be endless, and the evening shadows lay heavily upon the leaf-strewn carpet of the Blue Gum Forest when we reached our destination. Here we found Gilbert, George and quite a number of Bushwalkers camped. Anticipating an early night we withdrew to a distance of some hundreds of yards and pitched the tent. After a dip preparations were made for tea.+Leaving Leura at 12 noon, lunch was taken near a dairy 2 1/2 miles out. Gilbert Taylor and George Dibley had arranged to wait for us here, but their presence was hardly expected at this late hour. The day was rather hot and sultry as we progressed along the Mt. Hay track, passing through most uninteresting country. Although none of us had been in that direction before, the dome of Mt. King George [Mt. Banks] lay in our line of vision all afternoon. We did branch off a little too soon, and in consequence had to cross a gully but found Lockley pylon without much difficulty. Here we had a little trouble finding the correct spot where the track descends, and much time was wasted. The slopes seemed to be endless, and the evening shadows lay heavily upon the leaf-strewn carpet of the Blue Gum Forest when we reached our destination. Here we found Gilbert, George and quite a number of Bushwalkers camped. Anticipating an early night we withdrew to a distance of some hundreds of yards and pitched the tent. After a dip preparations were made for tea.
  
 At 9 p.m. we crawled into our bags and I slept immediately. Probably the strains of "Danny Boy" and ten thousand other melodies were wafted along by the breezes at all sorts of ungodly hours in the morning; but I heard not, Morpheus and I were co-tenting. At 9 p.m. we crawled into our bags and I slept immediately. Probably the strains of "Danny Boy" and ten thousand other melodies were wafted along by the breezes at all sorts of ungodly hours in the morning; but I heard not, Morpheus and I were co-tenting.
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 More photos followed and then it became necessary to think of the return journey. Jock selected a likely looking gully some few miles away and we followed the track from the trig to the Bell road. After a mile or two of road no track turning off was visible, and we decided to follow a ridge in the direction of the Grose. When some distance along this, Jock suggested descending to the gully on our right and suddenly - hey presto! in front of us lay a well defined and cut track. Our stocks soared high again. More photos followed and then it became necessary to think of the return journey. Jock selected a likely looking gully some few miles away and we followed the track from the trig to the Bell road. After a mile or two of road no track turning off was visible, and we decided to follow a ridge in the direction of the Grose. When some distance along this, Jock suggested descending to the gully on our right and suddenly - hey presto! in front of us lay a well defined and cut track. Our stocks soared high again.
  
-Walking more quickly we followed the track which gradually descended and meandered first through a beautiful green gully comparable to the Rodriguez Pass, and later along the side of the Grose River but high up. In a delightful little angle of the track was some shade ,anda rocky pool offered an opportunity to slake our thirst. Joan and Jock scorned my suggestion of chocolate but I wolfed a full quarter of a pound.+Walking more quickly we followed the track which gradually descended and meandered first through a beautiful green gully comparable to the Rodriguez Pass, and later along the side of the Grose River but high up. In a delightful little angle of the track was some shade, and a rocky pool offered an opportunity to slake our thirst. Joan and Jock scorned my suggestion of chocolate but I wolfed a full quarter of a pound. 
 Later the track was overgrown with prickly bushes and lawyer vine, so that at last in desperation we headed for the river, crossed and followed the track on the southern bank. Speeding up again we reached camp at 2.55 p.m. Later the track was overgrown with prickly bushes and lawyer vine, so that at last in desperation we headed for the river, crossed and followed the track on the southern bank. Speeding up again we reached camp at 2.55 p.m.
-A dip apiece made a world of difference, and after consuming my share of nine eggs, bacon and etceteras, I felt almost a new woman. Time flaw and when everything was packed, the watch said 4.20 p.m. There was a little more than three hours to catch the last train - 7.30 p.m. + 
-An average of four miles an hour was maintained along Govett's Leap Creek, but +A dip apiece made a world of difference, and after consuming my share of nine eggs, bacon and etceteras, I felt almost a new woman. Time flew and when everything was packed, the watch said 4.20 p.m. There was a little more than three hours to catch the last train - 7.30 p.m. 
-when after the Junction the track commenced to wind steadily upwards, our pace + 
-slackened. On the zig-zag to Govett's Leap my thighs felt like lead. There was no time for more than a couple of very brief rests and our second gears certainly gave us hell. At the Look Out only 35 minutes remained. Once on the flat again we quickened our pace and had the pleasure of seeing the train in sight as we +An average of four miles an hour was maintained along Govett's Leap Creek, but when after the Junction the track commenced to wind steadily upwards, our pace slackened. On the zig-zag to Govett's Leap my thighs felt like lead. There was no time for more than a couple of very brief rests and our second gears certainly gave us hell. At the Look out only 35 minutes remained. Once on the flat again we quickened our pace and had the pleasure of seeing the train in sight as we reached the station. 
-reached the station. + 
-In conclusion may I pay a tribute to the really wonderful performance of Joan. She had had three hours sleep on Friday night and on Saturday even less on account +In conclusion may I pay a tribute to the really wonderful performance of Joan. She had had three hours sleep on Friday night and on Saturday even less on account of a bad headache. Although the approximate distance was only 24 miles for the day we were, with the exception of a few short breaks, 13 hours on our feet, and the trip included the two severe ascents of King George [Mt. Banks] and Govett's Leap and a very fair proportion of rough, rugged and prickly country as well. I do not say that no other girl could have done it, but within my experience it was the finest exhibition of endurance and grit I have ever seen. Here's to you, Joan! 
-of a bad headache. Although the approximate distance was only 24 miles for the day we were, with the exception of a few short breaks, 13 hours on our feet, and +
-the trip included the two severe ascents of King George and Govettis Leap and a +
-very fair proportion of rough, rugged and prickly country as well. I do not say that' no other girl could have done it, but within my experience it was the finest exhibition of endurance and grit I have ever seen. Herets to you,Joani+
 Gordon Smith. Gordon Smith.
-Amen and hear! hear! "Jock"+ 
 +Amen and hear! hear!\\ 
 +"Jock"
  
 ===== "This all Sounds Like Kowmung to me" ===== ===== "This all Sounds Like Kowmung to me" =====
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 rained before; there is mud, stuch mud, and the three of us are struggling manfully with beans, bacon, a small fire, and a tame cat, which last was still happy, fat, and purring when we left. rained before; there is mud, stuch mud, and the three of us are struggling manfully with beans, bacon, a small fire, and a tame cat, which last was still happy, fat, and purring when we left.
 Came the dawn after a hard night in the garage - a cold and chilly dawn with frost in the air, - and soon a start along the Kanangra road. Came the dawn after a hard night in the garage - a cold and chilly dawn with frost in the air, - and soon a start along the Kanangra road.
-Frank distinguished himself by having a pack of gargantuan proportions, and was hung all over with water bags and bottles, a pedometer, alluge pair of what he called "boots'', a camera tripod, a fearful looking "donkey-breakfast", and - save the marks - puttees.+Frank distinguished himself by having a pack of gargantuan proportions, and was hung all over with water bags and bottles, a pedometer, alluge pair of what he called "boots", a camera tripod, a fearful looking "donkey-breakfast", and - save the marks - puttees.
 Evan was a somewhat lesser celebrity in a burglar Bill cap and something which looked a little more like a pack than a haystack. Evan was a somewhat lesser celebrity in a burglar Bill cap and something which looked a little more like a pack than a haystack.
 I regret to say I had a water bottle which, on occasion, was also a hot water  bottle at night, very little soap, and no intention of shaving until I had to. Frank very early made himself a nuisance as he insisted on noting down the time when we (a) stopped, (b) started, (c) had a drink, (d) took a photo, (e) saw anything unusual, (f) - but why go on? By the time the trip was nearly over Evan and I were so well trained that we automatically sprang to our feet an all necessary occasions, saying as one man "11* minutes past 10"(or whatever the time was.) The pedometer was a nuisance too because after walking and walking and walking we would ask "How far have we gone - 8 miles?" and Frank would divest himself of some three hundred weight of loose gear and with an air of profound knowledge like an Oracle, impart the useful information that we had gone 2 miles 1500 yards to the nearest decimal point as far as he was able to judge at the moment, but if we liked to wait he would work the distance out correctly. Damn the blithering thing, anyhow! But for it we would have made a trip of 130 miles at least instead of 85e I regret to say I had a water bottle which, on occasion, was also a hot water  bottle at night, very little soap, and no intention of shaving until I had to. Frank very early made himself a nuisance as he insisted on noting down the time when we (a) stopped, (b) started, (c) had a drink, (d) took a photo, (e) saw anything unusual, (f) - but why go on? By the time the trip was nearly over Evan and I were so well trained that we automatically sprang to our feet an all necessary occasions, saying as one man "11* minutes past 10"(or whatever the time was.) The pedometer was a nuisance too because after walking and walking and walking we would ask "How far have we gone - 8 miles?" and Frank would divest himself of some three hundred weight of loose gear and with an air of profound knowledge like an Oracle, impart the useful information that we had gone 2 miles 1500 yards to the nearest decimal point as far as he was able to judge at the moment, but if we liked to wait he would work the distance out correctly. Damn the blithering thing, anyhow! But for it we would have made a trip of 130 miles at least instead of 85e
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 ===== "On the Wallaby" ===== ===== "On the Wallaby" =====
  
-I came across the following lines in Henry Lawson, and thinking they expressed things rather wall, I'm letting you have them.+I came across the following lines in Henry Lawson, and thinking they expressed things rather well, I'm letting you have them. 
 Editor. Editor.
-"Though the way of the swagman is mostly uphill, There are joys to be found on the wallaby still + 
-When the day has gone by with its tramp or its toil, And your camp-fire you light, and your billy you boil, There is comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay Or the yarn of a mate who is tramping that way." +"Though the way of the swagman is mostly uphill,\\ 
-(ggalgg:::Pg4Kg@ig@Wigig+There are joys to be found on the wallaby still\\ 
 +When the day has gone by with its tramp or its toil,\\ 
 +And your camp-fire you light, and your billy you boil,\\ 
 +There is comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay\\ 
 +Or the yarn of a mate who is tramping that way." 
 Believe it or not - there is one member of the S.B.W. who has never been to Eras Believe it or not - there is one member of the S.B.W. who has never been to Eras
  
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