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 It is now some years since we've been able to call the clan together on Anniversary Day and make for green hills and winding rivers for three whole days. It so happened this year.
-Some of our party were unable to leave on Friday night, so Mouldy and Richard and I put ourselves into a box carriage on the 7.25 p.m. on Friday evening and arrived at Mount Vic. about 10.30. We made our presence felt at the R.R.R. and at eleven we were on the road to Mount York. Whether it was the moon which was really glorious, or not, I don't know, but both Mouldy and Richard came-all-over-i Opera-ish and we had selections (vocal) all the way out to Mount York. With so much melody (ahemt)about it was difficult to refrain from joining in, and frequently I added to the din.
-The view from the end of Mount York was very lovely by moonlight. It was almost as clear as day. We camped under the stars, and were out of bed about six-ish to have a look at the valley under the long early morning shadows. It was lovelier, by far, than by the nightTs moon, or as we saw it later in the day, in brilliant sunlight. It is a scene that will ever stay fresh for us. After breakfast we made our way into the valley by the road cut by the pioneers. We felt that Australia day merited a little enthusiasm and patriotism and we spent the day viewing landmarks in Australia's history. We saw pick-marks made by convicts on the road. At Collitt's Inn we entered our names in the visitors
+Some of our party were unable to leave on Friday night, so Mouldy and Richard and I put ourselves into a box carriage on the 7.25 p.m. on Friday evening and arrived at Mount Vic. about 10.30. We made our presence felt at the R.R.R. and at eleven we were on the road to Mount York. Whether it was the moon which was really glorious, or not, I don't know, but both Mouldy and Richard came-all-over-Opera-ish and we had selections (vocal) all the way out to Mount York. With so much melody (ahem!) about it was difficult to refrain from joining in, and frequently I added to the din.
-book and were shown all the points of interest by the proprietress of the Mt. York Farm, as it is now known. By road we made for the Lett River where we made friends with Mr. McGarry, who has a strange pet, an eagle which runs loose round the farm. He told us of the "best natural swimming pool in the country" and showed us how to find it. It really wasn't up to standard, but we were quite appreciative as the day was hot. From here we went to the Hartley Courthouse and spent some time hearing all abovt it. In return, our 'fount of knowledge' was terribly interested in ourselves and packs and we spent quite a long time yarning. We also inspected an old church and the Administrator's house across the road. We tried to get an inspection of another old church, but unfortunately the caretaker Was away. We heard that it has a unique feature in a wooden lock and wooden key. From Hartley we made our way along the road, swallowing the dust of Scgth-bound cars, until we arrived at the Lett River, which we followed to the junction of the Cox, where we were to meet Dunc and Rene and Tom who were catching the rid-day train. We made a camp under the casuarinas on the softest grass I've seen for a long time. It was good to be with the river and trftes agaba.
-Sunday morning at seven-thirty we left the junction of the Lett and Cox and began a long day, The Cox was really lovely in its upper reaches. The willows broke the sombre green of the casuarinas with near-emerald. There were wild duck and rabbits galore. In several places granite gorges impeded our progress, and we had some fun scrambling through - particularly when Rene flopped into the water occasionally. I think she should be a fish in the next world - or perhaps, a marmaid. The nettles were in fine fettle and we were glad to lunch where the Lowther road crossed the Cox. Before the end of an hour we were away. The river began to widen and occasional cattle tracks made the going easier, though the river lost none of its beauty. I don't know what I really expected; myrtle and fewer flats, I think. It is very Cox-ish all the way through, changing a little as we neared Gibralter Creek, if anything.
+The view from the end of Mount York was very lovely by moonlight. It was almost as clear as day. We camped under the stars, and were out of bed about six-ish to have a look at the valley under the long early morning shadows. It was lovelier, by far, than by the night's moon, or as we saw it later in the day, in brilliant sunlight. It is a scene that will ever stay fresh for us. After breakfast we made our way into the valley by the road cut by the pioneers. We felt that Australia day merited a little enthusiasm and patriotism and we spent the day viewing landmarks in Australia's history. We saw pick-marks made by convicts on the road. At Collitt's Inn we entered our names in the visitors book and were shown all the points of interest by the proprietress of the Mt. York Farm, as it is now known. By road we made for the Lett River where we made friends with Mr. McGarry, who has a strange pet, an eagle which runs loose round the farm. He told us of the "best natural swimming pool in the country" and showed us how to find it. It really wasn't up to standard, but we were quite appreciative as the day was hot. From here we went to the Hartley Courthouse and spent some time hearing all about it. In return, our 'fount of knowledge' was terribly interested in ourselves and packs and we spent quite a long time yarning. We also inspected an old church and the Administrator's house across the road. We tried to get an inspection of another old church, but unfortunately the caretaker was away. We heard that it has a unique feature in a wooden lock and wooden key. From Hartley we made our way along the road, swallowing the dust of South-bound cars, until we arrived at the Lett River, which we followed to the junction of the Cox, where we were to meet Dunc and Rene and Tom who were catching the mid-day train. We made a camp under the casuarinas on the softest grass I've seen for a long time. It was good to be with the river and trees again.
-About five-thirty we came to a small saddle, a few hundred yards across, from the top of which we had a good v3.ew of the sweep of the river. It was a real "neck ol the woods". Some day the river will break across and we will have an island on the Cox. We made camp a mile or so downstream from the saddle on another lovely riverflat.
-We woke, on Monday morning, to find the river oaks wrapped in mist and everything adrip. One just wanted to lay abed and watch the morning's varying moods. But, with another long day ahead, we were up and away at
+Sunday morning at seven-thirty we left the junction of the Lett and Cox and began a long day. The Cox was really lovely in its upper reaches. The willows broke the sombre green of the casuarinas with near-emerald. There were wild duck and rabbits galore. In several places granite gorges impeded our progress, and we had some fun scrambling through - particularly when Rene flopped into the water occasionally. I think she should be a fish in the next world - or perhaps, a mermaid. The nettles were in fine fettle and we were glad to lunch where the Lowther road crossed the Cox. Before the end of an hour we were away. The river began to widen and occasional cattle tracks made the going easier, though the river lost none of its beauty. I don't know what I really expected; myrtle and fewer flats, I think. It is very Cox-ish all the way through, changing a little as we neared Gibralter Creek, if anything. About five-thirty we came to a small saddle, a few hundred yards across, from the top of which we had a good view of the sweep of the river. It was a real "neck o' the woods". Some day the river will break across and we will have an island on the Cox. We made camp a mile or so downstream from the saddle on another lovely river-flat.
-eight o'clock. The river continued between green river-flats lined with a good growth of pepper weed. Above Gibralter Creek the country changed almost abruptly to sheer granite, golden sand and green and crystal water. It was considerably harder going, but not unpleasant, except that the green pools were very tempting to us in the mid-day heat and we still had miles to cover before lunch. At Pulpit creek we left the river and climbed immediately out. The hillside seemed almost perpendicular and we lost several pounds of moisture on the way up. At Megalong Church we stopped for a break and a late lunch, and dried Rene out once more. We followed the old familiar track to Nellie's Glen and found our way into Katoomba over the Bonnydoon track.
+We woke, on Monday morning, to find the river oaks wrapped in mist and everything adrip. One just wanted to lay abed and watch the morning's varying moods. But, with another long day ahead, we were up and away at eight o'clock. The river continued between green river-flats lined with a good growth of pepper weed. Above Gibraltar Creek the country changed almost abruptly to sheer granite, golden sand and green and crystal water. It was considerably harder going, but not unpleasant, except that the green pools were very tempting to us in the mid-day heat and we still had miles to cover before lunch. At Pulpit creek we left the river and climbed immediately out. The hillside seemed almost perpendicular and we lost several pounds of moisture on the way up. At Megalong Church we stopped for a break and a late lunch, and dried Rene out once more. We followed the old familiar track to Nellie's Glen and found our way into Katoomba over the Bonnydoon track.
 It was a splendid trip, and the river only added to its attraction for us. If you haven't seen the Cox above Gibraltar, add it to your itinerary for a three day week-end. It is a trip you will neither forget nor regret.
 JEAN.