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====== THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER ====== | ====== THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER ====== | ||
- | A Journal | + | |
+ | A journal | ||
Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton St., Sydney, N.S.W. | Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton St., Sydney, N.S.W. | ||
- | \\ No. 30. JULY 1936. | + | \\ |
+ | \\ No. 30. July 1936 | ||
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\\ ** PUBLISHING COMMITTEE ** | \\ ** PUBLISHING COMMITTEE ** | ||
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|Editorial|2| | |Editorial|2| | ||
- | |Shameful Adventure, | + | |Shameful Adventure, by Suzanne Reichard|3| |
- | |" | + | |" |
- | |" | + | |" |
- | |Jimmy' | + | |Jimmy' |
- | |A Bushwalkerts | + | |A Bushwalker' |
- | |Questions Answered, | + | |Questions Answered, |
- | |The Sirius Saga from the Dog Tales of Hoffman, by W. Mullins| 17| | + | |The Sirius Saga from the Dog Tales of Hoffman, by W. Mullins|17| |
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==== EDITORIAL ==== | ==== EDITORIAL ==== | ||
The new King is considerate enough to have his birthday at nearly the same time of the year as his late father, that is to say, in the season most suitable for strenuous walking. This year excellent weather blessed the advent of the first King's Birthday on the changed date, and most Club members showed their appreciation. | The new King is considerate enough to have his birthday at nearly the same time of the year as his late father, that is to say, in the season most suitable for strenuous walking. This year excellent weather blessed the advent of the first King's Birthday on the changed date, and most Club members showed their appreciation. | ||
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- | \\ The official trip was to Blue Gum Forest, led by Dorothy Lawry armed with a huge sledge hammer and a crow-bar, which were intended for the demolition of the hut erected by the unemployed workers down there, and generally considered as undesirable. It is rather interesting to note that huts are erected with much expense in New Zealand, and are pulled down with much labour in our less rainy land. Unfortunately - or otherwise, - some other enthusiasts had already done the main part of the work before the sledge hammer arrived. However, Dorman Long and his much ridiculed trenching-tool were found very useful for uprooting the posts. Thirty-four people housed in sixteen little tents celebrated the destruction of the hut. | + | \\ The official trip was to Blue Gum Forest, led by Dorothy Lawry armed with a huge sledge hammer and a crow bar, which were intended for the demolition of the hut erected by the unemployed workers down there, and generally considered as undesirable. It is rather interesting to note that huts are erected with much expense in New Zealand, and are pulled down with much labour in our less rainy land. Unfortunately - or otherwise, - some other enthusiasts had already done the main part of the work before the sledge hammer arrived. However, Dorman Long and his much ridiculed trenching tool were found very useful for uprooting the posts. Thirty four people housed in sixteen little tents celebrated the destruction of the hut. |
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- | \\ Mount Solitary and the Korrowell Buttress saw its old friend, Jock Kaske, back again; but his prior experience on the Buttress made the rock-climbing less formidable to this party than to his previous one. | + | \\ Mount Solitary and the Korrowell Buttress saw its old friend, Jock Kaske, back again; but his prior experience on the Buttress made the rock climbing less formidable to this party than to his previous one. |
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\\ Barney and a party spent the weekend on Clear Hill without succumbing to the temptation of going down Duncan' | \\ Barney and a party spent the weekend on Clear Hill without succumbing to the temptation of going down Duncan' | ||
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\\ Ernie and Jean Austin went over the lovely country at the back of Kiama with its green fields and sparkling streams. They camped on Saddleback the first night and at the junction of Brogher' | \\ Ernie and Jean Austin went over the lovely country at the back of Kiama with its green fields and sparkling streams. They camped on Saddleback the first night and at the junction of Brogher' | ||
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- | \\ Suzanne Reichart, Dot English, Grace Edgecombe and Marie Byles again went off with the Highbrow Hikers and the Katoomba Suicide Club, intending to rock- climb in the Upper Grose. They certainly lugged out plenty of rope, and found a lovely cave to camp in; but the rocks were either non-existent or vertical, | + | \\ Suzanne Reichart, Dot English, Grace Edgecombe and Marie Byles again went off with the Highbrow Hikers and the Katoomba Suicide Club, intending to rock climb in the Upper Grose. They certainly lugged out plenty of rope, and found a lovely cave to camp in; but the rocks were either non-existent or vertical, and the rope was carried back unused. |
- | and the rope was carried back unused. | + | |
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\\ Mittagong is not as popular as the Blue Mountains Plateau; but Jack Debert led a party of nine out to Mount Jellore and found it deserved greater popularity so perhaps others will follow later. | \\ Mittagong is not as popular as the Blue Mountains Plateau; but Jack Debert led a party of nine out to Mount Jellore and found it deserved greater popularity so perhaps others will follow later. | ||
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- | \\ Apart from the holiday weekend trips, we must record how Richard Croker and Frank Keelty spent a fortnight at Barrington and Dorrigo, camping on one memorable night within twenty-eight yards of twenty-eight pigs! | + | \\ Apart from the holiday weekend trips, we must record how Richard Croker and Frank Keelty spent a fortnight at Barrington and Dorrigo, camping on one memorable night within twenty eight yards of twenty eight pigs! |
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+ | \\ Peter Page and Ray Birt also spent their fortnight' | ||
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- | \\ Peter Page and Ray Birt also spent their fortnight' | ||
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\\ ** CLUB GOSSIP ** | \\ ** CLUB GOSSIP ** | ||
- | You will be pleased to know that Cupid has again been shooting his arrows in the Club, the victims this time being Iris Rockstro (Roxy) and Arnold Barrett. | + | \\ |
- | The Stork has also been busy, and passing by Moroneyhsleft | + | \\ You will be pleased to know that Cupid has again been shooting his arrows in the Club, the victims this time being Iris Rockstro (Roxy) and Arnold Barrett. |
- | The Roots have uprooted once more, and their new aboreal abode at | + | \\ |
- | 3 Logan Avenue, Haberfield, is to be open for public inspection | + | \\ The Stork has also been busy, and passing by Moroney' |
- | Richard Croker has presented | + | \\ |
- | Frances Ramsay, who is off to Scotland on a twelve | + | \\ The Roots have uprooted once more, and their new aboreal abode at 3 Logan Avenue, Haberfield, is to be open for public inspection |
- | Flo Allsworth is another traveller, but her work has taken her only as far as Hobart for three months. | + | \\ |
- | Once again we remind you that Barney it itching to receive your subscriptions and that Bernard, who-used-to-be-Edgar, | + | \\ Richard Croker has presented |
- | ' | + | \\ |
- | Suzanne Reichard. | + | \\ Frances Ramsay, who is off to Scotland on a twelve |
- | Not having " | + | \\ |
- | Accordingly, | + | \\ Flo Allsworth is another traveller, but her work has taken her only as far as Hobart for three months. |
- | We had no difficulty in finding the Trig station which indicates the turnoff to Smith' | + | \\ |
- | We found Smith' | + | \\ Once again we remind you that Barney it itching to receive your subscriptions and that Bernard, who-used-to-be-Edgar, |
- | Farther on we struck a track leading through a dry reeds-covered swamp. This we followed for some distance, along the banks of the creek -which had now widened and become semi-tidal - until we came to an arm which branched westwards. At this point the sand-flies began to chew us alive, so we beat a | + | \\ |
- | hasty retreat up the branch. creek. There we found some delicious water, and decided to make a halt for lunch. Dot's lunch, consisting of two date sandwiches, was eaten while my man-size steak was still grilling on the fire. (What a waste of a fire, had we but known). After I had thoeoughly | + | \\ |
- | with lunch, in true Bushwalker fashion, we continued on our way. We followed up the creek until we became bored with it and decided to return to the road. | + | ==== SHAMEFUL |
- | Having studied the map, I suggested that the most interesting and most direct route for home would be to strike out along the ridges for the large pool at the | + | Suzanne Reichard |
- | junction of Pepadray and Cowan Creeks, and thence along the Cowan Road. Dot, | + | \\ |
- | poor trusting soul, agreed that that would be a good idea. We, therefore, followed the road for some distance until we deemed the moment had come to strike out along the ridges. Again a Trig station was supposed to mark the | + | \\ Not having " |
- | point at which we should descend; which we duly did. After half an hour's rough scrambling, we found ourselves on Pepadray Creek. It was impossible to | + | \\ |
- | tell haw far up we were, but I imagined the big pool must be "just round the corner." | + | \\ Accordingly, |
- | lovely, clear, rock-bottomed pools I have yet seen. | + | \\ |
- | After half an hour's extremely rough going - Dot was able to climb down the face, of the rocks; but I perforce had to scramble up the banks and fight my | + | \\ We had no difficulty in finding the Trig station which indicates the turnoff to Smith' |
- | way through the almost impenetrable scrub en the hillside - the big pool seemed to be as far away as ever. This drove us to study the map again, and the horrible | + | \\ |
- | The only thing to do was to leave the creek and get up the farther hillside while there was still light. The sun was setting as we reached the top, and there before us, to my utter dismay, lay still another tremendous gully. On the far horizen | + | \\ We found Smith' |
- | Although it was already dark, there seemed nothing to do but attempt to descend the gully. | + | \\ |
- | My " | + | \\ Farther on we struck a track leading through a dry reeds covered swamp. This we followed for some distance, along the banks of the creek - which had now widened and become semi-tidal - until we came to an arm which branched westwards. At this point the sand flies began to chew us alive, so we beat a hasty retreat up the branch creek. There we found some delicious water, and decided to make a halt for lunch. Dot's lunch, consisting of two date sandwiches, was eaten while my man-size steak was still grilling on the fire (what a waste of a fire, had we but known). After I had thoroughly |
- | However, after half an hour's walking, the gully still showed no signs of closing in. Dot again wanted to attempt to cross it; but I was "done-in." There seemed no alternative but to spend the night in the open, we forthwith dumped our possessions on the first comparatively flat spot, and set about hauling in all the available logs. We soon piled up an imposing-looking stack of wood and filled with pleasant anticipations of warmth, I put my hand in my rucksaek | + | \\ |
- | "No matches here Funny Well, perha-)s | + | \\ Having studied the map, I suggested that the most interesting and most direct route for home would be to strike out along the ridges for the large pool at the junction of Pepadray and Cowan Creeks, and thence along the Cowan Road. Dot, poor trusting soul, agreed that that would be a good idea. We, therefore, followed the road for some distance until we deemed the moment had come to strike out along the ridges. Again a Trig station was supposed to mark the point at which we should descend; which we duly did. After half an hour's rough scrambling, we found ourselves on Pepadray Creek. It was impossible to tell how far up we were, but I imagined the big pool must be "just round the corner." |
- | pocket ..Nol" | + | \\ |
- | 'Where the Devil did I put the damn matches?" | + | \\ After half an hour's extremely rough going - Dot was able to climb down the face, of the rocks; but I perforce had to scramble up the banks and fight my way through the almost impenetrable scrub on the hillside - the big pool seemed to be as far away as ever. This drove us to study the map again, and the horrible |
- | Things were beginning to look serious. Perhaps I threw them inte the paok, by mistake, at lunch time. Followed a frantic delving into the pack. Finally, the thing was tipped upside down and all its oontents | + | \\ |
- | No matches! | + | \\ The only thing to do was to leave the creek and get up the farther hillside while there was still light. The sun was setting as we reached the top, and there before us, to my utter dismay, lay still another tremendous gully. On the far horizon |
- | Well, that was the last straw. "Damn and blast," | + | \\ |
- | As soon as we had sufficiently recovered from the shock, we decided that a little nourishment would be the best means of restoring our equilibrium I was able to produce the following: one banana, one piece of cake, a few raisins | + | \\ Although it was already dark, there seemed nothing to do but attempt to descend the gully. |
- | and two pieces of bread ad butter. | + | \\ |
- | none. | + | \\ My " |
- | We then spread the ground-sheet crosswise on the ground so that it would cover us both. The superior virtue of pack-carrying was further demonstrated | + | \\ |
- | by my being able to produce, in addition to the above: one pullover, one woollen bathing costume, one towel, one bread-bag, one bathing cap. I put on the | + | \\ However, after half an hour's walking, the gully still showed no signs of closing in. Dot again wanted to attempt to cross it; but I was "done in." There seemed no alternative but to spend the night in the open, we forthwith dumped our possessions on the first comparatively flat spot, and set about hauling in all the available logs. We soon piled up an imposing looking stack of wood and filled with pleasant anticipations of warmth, I put my hand in my rucksack |
- | pullover and drew the bathing costume over my legs, while Dot pulled her skirt up round her body, wrapped her legs in the towel and placed her feet in the bread-bag inside the bathing | + | \\ |
- | We changed the watch about .every hour during the night, or whenever the ground became unbearably hard. This meant that we sat up and rubbed one another' | + | \\ "No matches here......funny......well, perhaps |
- | This went on throughout the night. She was further encouraged by a solitary cock-craw; but we discovered that cocks craw at midnight!. There was a very heavy dew and it began to come through the ground-sheet rather badly - another unpleasant discovery. However, in spite of all this, we both achieved an odd doze or tr7. | + | \\ |
- | The first pallid light of dawn saw us sitting up, thankful for the excuse to move. A piece of bread and butter each gave us courage for the start. In a quarter of an hour we had reached the bottom of the gully, and in barely an hour were on the road; but I am sure it would have taken us fully three hours in the dark. It was a brilliantly sunny morning, and as soon as we had warmed up a little through the exercise, we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves and prepared to regard the whole adventure as a joke. | + | \\ "Where the Devil did I put the damn matches?" |
- | We had just passed St. Ives' Village, when the family limousine loomed in sight. Dot and I were so pleased at the immediate prospect of breakfast, that we came alongside, all beaming smiles. | + | \\ |
- | " | + | \\ Things were beginning to look serious. Perhaps I threw them into the pack, by mistake, at lunch time. Followed a frantic delving into the pack. Finally, the thing was tipped upside down and all its contents |
- | Somewhat abashed, Dot and I climbed in; but Dot, the irrepressible, | + | \\ |
- | a violent nudge from me, and a hastily whispered: "For Heaven' | + | \\ No matches! |
- | When we reached home, Dot, with admirable adaptability to the situation, proceeded to inform another member of the family that we had been very nice and warm all night. | + | \\ |
- | No mention of the disgraceful episode of the matches was ever made. | + | \\ Well, that was the last straw. "Damn and blast," |
- | However, | + | \\ |
- | Still, it is an ill wind that blows no one any good. Although the experience did not convert Dot to pack-carrying, it has made her vow never to be without her awn box of matchesl | + | \\ As soon as we had sufficiently recovered from the shock, we decided that a little nourishment would be the best means of restoring our equilibrium. I was able to produce the following: one banana, one piece of cake, a few raisins and two pieces of bread and butter. |
- | Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying; | + | \\ |
- | Hear the drums of morning play; Harkl the empty by-ways crying | + | \\ We then spread the ground sheet crosswise on the ground so that it would cover us both. The superior virtue of pack carrying was further demonstrated by my being able to produce, in addition to the above: one pullover, one woollen bathing costume, one towel, one bread bag, one bathing cap. I put on the pullover and drew the bathing costume over my legs, while Dot pulled her skirt up round her body, wrapped her legs in the towel and placed her feet in the bread-bag inside the bathing |
- | " | + | \\ |
- | A.E. Houseman. | + | \\ We changed the watch about every hour during the night, or whenever the ground became unbearably hard. This meant that we sat up and rubbed one another' |
- | " | + | \\ |
- | Gordon Smith. | + | \\ This went on throughout the night. She was further encouraged by a solitary cock craw; but we discovered that cocks craw at midnight! There was a very heavy dew and it began to come through the ground sheet rather badly - another unpleasant discovery. However, in spite of all this, we both achieved an odd doze or two. |
- | The canoe trip should have commenced at Penrith on Xmas Eve; but as at that time the canoe was miles away, I had better start from the beginning, when Hama Galliott, " | + | \\ |
- | There was not much information available about this part of the Nepean, but no news is good news - sometimes. After a quarter of a mile the weir appeared, and by lunch time, after five portages, our appetite for weirs was more than satiated. In between times the canoe was dragged through sand, assisted over snags and occasionally paddled, and by dusk nine miles had been covered. | + | \\ The first pallid light of dawn saw us sitting up, thankful for the excuse to move. A piece of bread and butter each gave us courage for the start. In a quarter of an hour we had reached the bottom of the gully, and in barely an hour were on the road; but I am sure it would have taken us fully three hours in the dark. It was a brilliantly sunny morning, and as soon as we had warmed up a little through the exercise, we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves and prepared to regard the whole adventure as a joke. |
- | After a 7 a.m. departure, progress improved and about 9 a.m. I was able to use the oars and visualize | + | \\ |
- | the expense of some gruelling hard work, and heavy falls on green, slippery rocks, an advance of 3A mile was made. " | + | \\ We had just passed St. Ives' Village, when the family limousine loomed in sight. Dot and I were so pleased at the immediate prospect of breakfast, that we came alongside, all beaming smiles. |
- | At 5 p.m. we "threw in the sponge," | + | \\ |
- | Next night, | + | \\ " |
- | The service car from Penrith dropped us at Wallacia about 12-30 a.m., and accompanied by one stray dog, we staggered a mile or two before camping. | + | \\ |
- | Xmas Day was hot and a combined load of 180 lbs. of food and gear made our journey to Bent's Basin a nightmare. The canoe had been left some 3/4 mile | + | \\ Somewhat abashed, Dot and I climbed in; but Dot, the irrepressible, |
- | above this spot. The Basin, almost circular, with a diameter of about 150 yards, and fringed with rocks, grass and river oaks provided an ideal camp site, and a swim in its limpid waters soon removed the tired feeling. Soon after tea " | + | \\ |
- | With the exception of a couple of hours' portage of the canoe to the Basin, Boxing Day WAS spent in a leisurely fashion. A sharp shower of rain drove us into the tent at night. | + | \\ When we reached home, Dot, with admirable adaptability to the situation, proceeded to inform another member of the family that we had been very nice and warm all night. |
- | At 11 a0m0 on Friday the two gi7ls caught the launch to Wallacia (7 miles) and we followed | + | \\ |
- | In the afternoon Joan, Hilma, Jock and I went to Wallacia for supplies, while Ada and " | + | \\ No mention of the disgraceful episode of the matches was ever made. |
- | In the morning I rose early and took one of our party four miles upstream by canoe, paddling back in time to see the others pack and depart en masse. Gladys Parsons and Hee. Carruthers who were only out for the week-end | + | \\ |
- | Next morning the huge boulders had disappeared; | + | \\ However, the atmosphere was highly disapproving, |
- | form; but fortunately, | + | \\ |
- | camp. | + | \\ Still, it is an ill wind that blows no one any good. Although the experience did not convert Dot to pack carrying, it has made her vow never to be without her own box of matches! |
- | Next day we indulged in swimming and a little unsuccessful shooting. This was the parting of the ways. On the morrow two canoes were returning dawn the Warragamba, and Ada, Hilma, " | + | \\ |
- | This palatial machine was a four speed Fiat of 1914 vintage stripped of body, bonnet, lamps, horn, battery, hood, seats and number plates, and fitted with a buckboard and box for a seat. With a crank-handle broken in the crank-shaft, the only way to start was to push off downhill. Once when the motor stalled in a river crossing, Mostyn had to jack up the back wheel, put her in gear, and swing the wheel to start again. The radiator was rather badly bent as a result of a dive over an embankment, but for all its quaint appearance, the motor purred as sweetly as the day it was born. Mostyn drove mainly with one big toe, and a rather wild drive followed. | + | \\ ---------- |
- | Joan, Jock, Bill and Vic. had came "just for the ride", and after three milea they alighted and bade us "au revoir" | + | \\ Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying; |
- | At 11 a.m. we commenced a somewhat perilous ride from McMahon' | + | \\ Hear the drums of morning play; |
- | Mostyn left us to return to his lorry, and we walked upstream. The weather was hot and humid, and all were glad to reach Hughes? hut, where some rabbit stew and peaches from an adjacent tree, stewed, relieved the "inner man." | + | \\ Hark; the empty by-ways crying |
- | The ascent of Hughes' | + | \\ " |
- | grade the heavens opened and what a relief the rain was: We were four hours reaching the Dance Floor Cave on the top of the Kanangra Walls plateau and after the somewhat lengthy business of preparing and eating tea, all of us retired to a bed of gum leaves. | + | \\ |
- | After an early stroll around the plateau, taking photos and viewing the gorge, we proceeded to follow the precipitous Murdering Gully to Kanangra Creek. Quite early in the day I dislodged a large stone about five hundredweight, | + | \\ A.E. Houseman. |
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+ | \\ | ||
+ | ==== " | ||
+ | Gordon Smith | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ The canoe trip should have commenced at Penrith on Christmas | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ There was not much information available about this part of the Nepean, but no news is good news - sometimes. After a quarter of a mile the weir appeared, and by lunch time, after five portages, our appetite for weirs was more than satiated. In between times the canoe was dragged through sand, assisted over snags and occasionally paddled, and by dusk, nine miles had been covered. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ After a 7 am departure, progress improved and about 9 am, I was able to use the oars and visualise | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ At 5 pm we "threw in the sponge," | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Next night, | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ The service car from Penrith dropped us at Wallacia about 12.30 am, and accompanied by one stray dog, we staggered a mile or two before camping. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Christmas | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ With the exception of a couple of hours' portage of the canoe to the Basin, Boxing Day was spent in a leisurely fashion. A sharp shower of rain drove us into the tent at night. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ At 11 am on Friday, the two girls caught the launch to Wallacia (7 miles) and we followed | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ In the afternoon Joan, Hilma, Jock and I went to Wallacia for supplies, while Ada and " | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ In the morning I rose early and took one of our party four miles upstream by canoe, paddling back in time to see the others pack and depart en masse. Gladys Parsons and Hec Carruthers who were only out for the weekend | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Steady rain fell for an hour or so; but at lunch time, the skies were clear again. The river had narrowed and the canoes made tortuous progress between huge boulders towering on either side. The first few rapids presented little difficulty. To drag the canoes through the fast but shallow water was comparatively easy; but early in the afternoon the volume of water increased, and as a result of carelessness on my part, a wave swept over the side and swamped my canoe, some of the contents suffered but not seriously. | ||
+ | \\ About this time the company had an encounter with two youths, travelling downstream in a canvas canoe; who gave us a vivid, if exaggerated description of the terrors ahead. Owing to the reported dearth of camp sites above Monkey Creek, it was decided to camp there on our arrival although only 3.15 pm. An early start on the morrow was planned, and Joan certainly arose at some ungodly hour to disturb the peace. That she even had " | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ By 7 am the canoes were in motion and the day proved to be a hard one. Our canoe was overstocked, | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Next morning the huge boulders had disappeared; | ||
+ | form; but fortunately, | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Next day we indulged in swimming and a little unsuccessful shooting. This was the parting of the ways. On the morrow two canoes were returning dawn the Warragamba, and Ada, Hilma, " | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ This palatial machine was a four speed Fiat of 1914 vintage stripped of body, bonnet, lamps, horn, battery, hood, seats and number plates, and fitted with a buckboard and box for a seat. With a crank handle broken in the crank shaft, the only way to start was to push off downhill. Once when the motor stalled in a river crossing, Mostyn had to jack up the back wheel, put her in gear, and swing the wheel to start again. The radiator was rather badly bent as a result of a dive over an embankment, but for all its quaint appearance, the motor purred as sweetly as the day it was born. Mostyn drove mainly with one big toe, and a rather wild drive followed. | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Joan, Jock, Bill and Vic had came "just for the ride", and after three miles they alighted and bade us "au revoir" | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ At 11 am, we commenced a somewhat perilous ride from McMahon' | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ Mostyn left us to return to his lorry, and we walked upstream. The weather was hot and humid, and all were glad to reach Hughes' | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ The ascent of Hughes' | ||
+ | \\ | ||
+ | \\ After an early stroll around the plateau, taking photos and viewing the gorge, we proceeded to follow the precipitous Murdering Gully to Kanangra Creek. Quite early in the day I dislodged a large stone about five hundredweight, | ||
hazardous ridge between two gullies. A little downstream a showy waterfall gushed into a crystal pool and provided a sufficient excuse for lunch. | hazardous ridge between two gullies. A little downstream a showy waterfall gushed into a crystal pool and provided a sufficient excuse for lunch. | ||
The rocks were slippery, and shortly after resuming Hilma fell very hard. Soon after, I attempted the high jump record, when a snake swam under my boc,t. After an hourts rock-hopping, | The rocks were slippery, and shortly after resuming Hilma fell very hard. Soon after, I attempted the high jump record, when a snake swam under my boc,t. After an hourts rock-hopping, |
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