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- | THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER | + | =====The Sydney Bushwalker===== |
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- | L monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interst | + | A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, |
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- | No..105 | + | ====No..105 |
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- | Editor: C1,,, | + | |**Editor**|Clare |
- | As.': | + | |**Assistant Editor**|Grace Jolly| |
- | Bus. Lanager: Alex Colley | + | |**Business Manager**|Alex Colley| |
- | Page | + | |**Production**|Yvonne Rolfe| |
- | Index ... 40 1 | + | |**Assistant**|Alice Wyborn| |
- | Mountain | + | |**Subscriptions**|Marie Kinsella| |
- | A Little | + | |
- | Things to Came? ... Les Harpur 7 | + | =====Contents===== |
- | A W.A.A.A.F.Tiool: | + | |
- | Letters from Lads 00. 00. 10 | + | | | |Page| |
- | Federation | + | |Index| | 1| |
- | Our Own Meeting | + | |Mountain |
- | Social Advt, 00. 00 13 | + | |A Little |
- | Goodman' | + | |Things to Come?|Les Harpur| 7| |
- | What Paddy Says ... ... 14 | + | |A W.A.A.A.F. |
- | The roots of the trees are my roots, thrusting deep Down through the warm earth' | + | |Letters from Lads| |10| |
- | And the cry of the black cockatoos in their clamorous sweep To the voice of my spirit rising above the 8tress | + | |Federation |
- | Burns in the war,: | + | |Our Own Meeting| |12| |
- | The leaT of my pulses beats through the singing | + | |Social Advt.| |13| |
- | Of crescent | + | |Goodman' |
- | Bene th the trees to tarnish in the dust. | + | |What Paddy Says| |14| |
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+ | The roots of the trees are my roots, thrusting deep\\ | ||
+ | Down through the warm earth' | ||
+ | And the cry of the black cockatoos in their clamorous sweep\\ | ||
+ | To the voice of my spirit rising above the stress\\ | ||
+ | Of the storm in triumph. | ||
+ | Flesh of my flesh, the hills rise, and my blood\\ | ||
+ | Burns in the warstah | ||
+ | The leap of my pulses beats through the singing | ||
+ | Of cool bush water that blazes a silver trail\\ | ||
+ | Where saurjan lags sprawl evilly in the mud -\\ | ||
+ | The green slime seeping like poison | ||
+ | Their blunt snouts darkly sunken in back-wash holes\\ | ||
+ | Peering from eyenots never shuttered by sleep.\\ | ||
+ | Yonder the sun spills past the crayoned boles\\ | ||
+ | Of giant gums, to gild each fallen heap\\ | ||
+ | Of crescent | ||
+ | Like little yellow moons, that time has thrust\\ | ||
+ | Beneath | ||
From Bush-Born | From Bush-Born | ||
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By Norma L. Davies. | By Norma L. Davies. | ||
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- | . | + | =====Mountain Memories===== |
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by Hec. Carruthers. | by Hec. Carruthers. | ||
- | Kanangra, Gallgerang lamorous sounding naoles, es,oci 10-1 | ||
- | ono hoc..rs man by club members wlio have roamed around thece | ||
- | Arv! | ||
- | then, w'.eo, one Foto ids on Konangra , i3c1 looks at the facilting litne eo's | ||
- | of Pip, or Lnd Rumble becooig in the (' | ||
- | a-rioro-ch, or so John and I decidod after wandering around sect-_on | ||
- | of the mountains. | ||
- | Full of ooci,),o tl_on of interentil rights ahead we st-ougT1,d out from Katoomba on a :1rious BUJ y mOrning that promised good wo-ther | ||
- | had ,;rabbed a handful of evorythin, in. si ht, stowed it in a couTole of packs, loaded the artillery ci,d cameras with a twingp of regret, etc., set out | ||
- | to discover e,,c1, other i n the reveing atmosiDhere of the hush. this | ||
- | tim-2 I war aol ardont c-osoest not uoci to carrying a pack o my lock. The u-oaccustoued weib. of 70 lbs saanod all my stren,th and left me in a dazed state of mind. The Lirot rt of the trip ca-L, therefore, only be described in a hazy manner. | ||
- | Ue rlo 1,7.,,od. to scial:ae o to the bus out to Clear Hill and alight Id at a snaJ.l town cal' | ||
- | The next thing I repenber war a voice within the tavern crying, ,,uvael my little one's and fill the cup." at sounded good so John and I immed- | ||
- | iately crawled out from under the canvas, filled the cup, then crawled in Suddenly John remembered we ware going somewhere so with a larger twinge of regret I crawled out to lo,k at the gloomy morn (or after- | ||
- | noon). Hearin- a dcturbance in some nearby bushes I went to investigate | ||
- | and saw a :Jiece of meat waltzing around and humming. I took after it with a | ||
- | tomahawk (scouts note) hut when c-u,ht it was too far gone to be of any use so John -Ilayed The Last ,:not while I buried our --,roo)osed lunch. After that | ||
- | sad scene we backed u o and saunt red off in the direction of Clear Hill, | ||
- | When I regained con' | ||
- | some valleys while John was dashing around with a camera. I besscon to wonder | ||
- | why I had brought the rtillery, the camera, the films - in fact I wondered why I had forr hen my m rmaids for mountain devils. My revorie was broken | ||
- | by John saying r' | ||
- | We colli; | ||
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- | things so nicely that we had annle t ue in which to pitch our tent before dark. Our first job was to find a little stream that babbled over pebbles, Unfortunately there w-E; a droueeht about this time as well as a plaeue of grasehoepers. The poor little grasshupers had been very thirty. They ceene across the little e:tream, there, and dran17_. it all up leaving (ill, three tres, there, there eceed there. After playin:; hide e nd se k for an hour we re_lieed. that we were in dire r2treits. It was geine to be a bit tough haviee to go down to the Cox's River every time we wanted a drink. Then John got an i'a. Why not :;o down the Bleach Dog track E;n0 elm-) at the Cox. I imnedirebely phoned the Tourist Pureau for -Laformetion aeld as the Eh-das of nieht were falling fast we scurried o..r:f. I wanted to run the whole way. Fe ncy being out in the bush after dark, Cree)ing, crawling things everywhere. Things pe:ring at me from every stump. Gosh, I'd be a hero when I eot back. I stuck my chest out, busted two ttens end knoch:a over two tre_s (ComLittee, please | ||
- | note - they were dead). Well we follow-a the little diaylonds that sparkled in the trees until we reeche- the edge of the ridge. There all trace of the faint track vanished and we rushed hither and thither searching for a way aown. All our hitherine didhlt take us any thitherer so John sug ested camping for the ni-;ht, As I mat have my c?_--) of toddy before retirin: to rest I decided te continue my search. I diecovered a chimney down which we scrambled in an effort to go etraieht down the spur to the river. After sliding over rocks and leaves we landed ri(eht on the track and set off at a brisk pace for the Cox. By this time the Torms were rather hungry and we were pleased to arrive at the river at 10 -).m. "hat a feed the worms had. | ||
- | Next morning dawned very dull a-d gloomy se we just roamed around and wasted half our aeueullition on a yellow rabbit. Anyway I bet the little beggar got a helluva fright. | ||
- | Later on we enter tained seme visitors, who were walkine through to the Nattai TahiolaLid. They 1 ft us to cam-) further downstream while we di(] a bit of cooking and endeavoured to take a few photos in the por light. After lunch we organised a big Temo-hunting exodition. I veLs eaeerly awaiting my, first feed of rabbit so I hstily saddled up our elephants, collected the black boys and set out for vest unIce_oeel. We wandered down until we came to | ||
- | a place called Kill's scaredfile, but he neme scared us so we tuened back and on | ||
- | the return trip mcineed to bag one aC half rabbits. | ||
- | The next day we were aeTe:_eened by a band aireroeching or perhetes it was someone blowing his own trum-jet. Any /ay we ,:ot out the cetie,et, hid the wine and welcomed the new guests. Eventually, re-lid much blowing of truffeets they arrived - a couple who had come from Kanangra via the Kowmung. They intended finishing up at Canberra or Darwin, I don't know which. Now these peo,ele made me almost sJu. don the trip. The hero of their story had killed so may snakes that I straieLt away -Jut an advertisement in the local paper for a snake charmer. As there were no ap-elicants I tendered my resignation from the expedition. Joieee eleeded with me and. vrhtually I decided to accompany him further into the bad la_Ldc. After trudging along the glorious flats beside the Cox we reached the Black Doe; Canyon. Here we slilyeed and slid a bit but kept our tempers despite the sneLes that almoet obliterated the track. About midday we arrived at the Kowmung and thoroughly onjoy,d ourselves as we pushed through, over and around I:anuka trees and rocks. Now and again our hobnails skidded on the baealt and we plunged into the madly careering river. At 1:e't we reached the and of the gorge and got out of the | ||
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- | builtup areas. We stepped on the gas and s-oed along, hoping to reach Cedar Road before dark. Friend John almost had heart failure on oAe occasion. On a very rocky part of the track he suddenly bounded into the air with a 7e11, | ||
- | I dashed Un an saw a snake lying ecrose the treeck. It had been lift there by our tr,mpet blowin, friend. I made John sit down while I endeavour el to celm him, I honed this would be a lengthy job but John suddenly jumped to his feet and dashed off. Reluctantly I followed and once again we struggled on. I was terribly disapnointcd when John decided that we would stop, I felt like stopping hours ago, And se the lon6- day closed and we sank into a well earned sleep only to be aeak ned in. the small hours by Mr. and Mrs. Clive Walker who were seeanding a holiday on the Kowmueg. So that morning we made an early start and set out for Huhes Ride. We be,.ee to enjoy the scenery as tin: river ran through better country. The sky we c overcast and rain seemed vary close. On reaching the Cedar Roe we sto-)ped for lunch and were joined by a party of Bush Walkers who had nad, a motor trip to the top of the old road. After talking for a while we decided to go on but the rain came to my assistance and we pitched our tent ejeing with the oth r party. | ||
- | Next morning we bid our friends Adieu and set off ,p stream for Hughes Ridge and Kanangra, At the bottom of the ridge we cooled off iii the s.2arkling stream and had a good feed in Preparation for the long climb ahead. We then filled our water bottles, collected a rabbit from the butchers and begale the ascent. Once we had reached the Jincery Ride we felt in good form so hurried along past the numerous ant hills to the track junction below Scrubby Ton. We swung to the ri-.;ht aosin the cave on our ascent un to the plateau. Soon we were lost in a forest of snail se:Ilings. For many minutes we strug led to find a way through the trees rend after much pushinn and shoving burst out into the open heath country end on to the track that took us Test Mt.Seymour and to the iron ladders that have Eince bean removed. It was dark by the time we took off our packs on the dance floor ,2.11c1 scouted around for wood. | ||
- | For he next three days we Litayed at Kanangra and shivered. 2. fierce wind was driving fro: the west nd clouds covered the sky all day. We wore all available clothes using our towels as scerves. Our gardening gloves sel dom left our ha-lOs and we w re continually on the move in order to keen warm, Our trigger fingers were itbhing but the clouds prevented us from shooting any | ||
- | of the interesting country. We inv stigated all the vantage points from where good shots could be obained so that when at last the sun peeped out we would be able to desh off to the spot marked X. Our intentiOis were to visit Big Misty and then stroll to Boyd Range had conditions been favourable. Instead we just haunted Kanangra. By the third day we were practically blown out of the cave and hket to tie our fir down in order to save ourselves from too much physical exertion. It was P. bit tough havin to chase the fire around the cave when trying to boil the billy. 2iventua11y we gave the landlord one hours notice and took the cave across the street which had been empty for a week or so. This deellin:; -eroved much better and we were able to enjoy our last night in comfort. Late in the afterneon the clouds started to break up and that night we saw the moon shyly peeping at us through the trees. | ||
- | Full of eagerness we awoke next morning to watch the golden cprb appear over thdistant mountains. 71e were soon dashing around with our cameras and after scratching our itchy fingers set off for Gangerang at 11 a m. After suc cessfully ne: | ||
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- | Skirtinj_ he massive rocks we encountered serious o-eposition | ||
- | dGLa ce em of small sa-aings and vines and we soon fel the pangs of hunger. | ||
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- | wdero eeo, Th-le is a deli:-htfel sepot in that rugged mountain range and pro- video ,,- welo-ele reci-,ing place before the lone task ahead. Our rest was rather be ief eno et :7? p,m, we commenced the arduous clump up Gallgerans, The sun was | ||
- | doo. strersly as we cliped ani. slid over to broken basalt that fef.TO tOe ;eel the n6r4ow ridse leadinz up to Rilp Roar and Romle, Hobnails WO" e uc etenr31 e-Te- dee' | ||
- | scraiTh o, Oloudmaker. We wondered where was the enchant: | ||
- | eeeehed the bend where we turned rieht to climb over Rip Roat and Pni;-)le, teLped, tore and tumbled over these three " | ||
- | we ]-(2.Lo1. (:1_1,; station so we hurried away in order to reach Dexls Creek | ||
- | befoee deric it irst we want too for to the right and finished 11,_;) on the edge of a :oege. From hare we edged our way around to the left and back on to the main rirlge which took us down to the creek. Darkness had fallen by this and we felt anxious as we searched for a calep spot. After much searching we discovered a cleared s.)ot beside a pool aed in a short time had our tea on cooking. | ||
- | The night was very cold as the de,2_T) sot was rather' | ||
- | Next morning we pulled down the tent for the last time and began the long journey to Dlacl,: | ||
- | It was with a pang of regret that I gazed at our last camp on that trip. Toworin:7 casuarinas, rocky cliffs and gently murmuring stream created an impression that made me linger in withdrawing the pe3es that transformed our tent into a crumpled mass of canvas. Perhaps something warned me of things to come. That was my last walk with John, He is now a Prisoner of war in Germany. | ||
- | A LITTLE GOSSIe. | ||
- | 4 4 -4 - 4 | ||
- | feel we must congratulate the Social Committee on the dances they are en lately. Everyone enjoy; them, Besides the sausage rolls and coffee -eious. | ||
- | 7Nel items of news which yoi have probably heard about. by now. Joan & Harry have a daughter, the image of Harry, we hear but we will wait and see and Mary Stoddart has announced her engagement. | ||
- | The Melbourne Talking Club are printing their Talks Programmes these days. Similar to ours in setup but much more encouraging than our formal affairs. For instance who could resist this, 7qL -oleasant, easy walk for the more sedate" | ||
- | Speaking of Melbourne, there is a rumour that Ira and Dot are returning to Sydney. Fur coat and all. We don't really believe that Dot has boueht a hat though, Do you? | ||
- | . The life of an OLD nrall,]3/41 is not a happy one, It is these poor unfortunates who must always be a beautiful example and practically regulate their lives with an eye to the effect of such lives on the innocent Prospective. You can tell an OLD 1..: | ||
- | ATTENDED, SUORTED and FOLIMED purely (?) by OLD MEMBERS. Thirteen of | ||
- | them. Of course they ma:- have wanted to talk about someone, but still, they were th re. | ||
- | Tim Coffey is fit to be " | ||
- | An attempt to rob a member of his carefully hurtured up..-)er lip fungus, on Friday night, was unfortunately a com-elete failure. He defended the growth so valiantly, the mob were fright ned of cutting him. Better luck next time, we hope. | ||
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- | k/ | + | Kowmung, Kanangra, Gangerang |
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- | ) c I )-- | + | Full of anticipation of interesting sights ahead we struggled out from Katoomba on a glorious sunny morning that promised good weather ahead. We had grabbed a handful of everything in sight, stowed it in a couple of packs, loaded the artillery and cameras and with a twinge of regret, etc., set out to discover each other in the revealing atmosphere of the bush. At this time I was an ardent canoeist not used to carrying a pack on my back. The unaccustomed weight of 70 lbs sapped all my strength and left me in a dazed state of mind. The first part of the trip can, therefore, only be described in a hazy manner. |
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- | (--,-- | + | We managed to scramble on to the bus out to Clear Hill and alighted at a small town called Glen Raphael. we were unable to get tea, bed and breakfast at any of the hotels so we had to pitch the tent. I should say John pitched the tent as I incapable of pitching anything around. When the dinner bell sounded I strolled down the stairs in my tuxedo or torso or something and partook of a goodly meal, forsooth. |
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- | , | + | The next thing I remember was a voice within the tavern crying, " |
- | .\ I | + | |
- | A WAAAF LadHS AT VAC-GA | + | When I regained consciousnesses I was sitting on a rock overlooking some valleys while John was dashing around with a camera. I began to wonder why I had brought the artillery, the camera, the films - in fact I wondered why I had forsaken mermaids for mountain devils. My reverie was broken by John saying something about a bird of time having but a little way to fly, and so, a stone was on the wing. It missed me but I realised that I must arouse myrolf to avoid being a target for more stones. So I 'eaved meself up on me ' |
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+ | We congratulated ourselves on our superb feat of walking and our timing things so nicely that we had ample time in which to pitch our tent before dark. Our first job was to find a little stream that babbled over pebbles. Unfortunately there was a drought about this time as well as a plague of grasshoppers. The poor little grasshoppers had been very thirty. They came across the little stream, there, and drank it all up leaving only three trees, there, there and there. After playing hide and seek for an hour we realised that we were in dire straits. It was going to be a bit tough having to go down to the Cox's River every time we wanted a drink. Then John got an idea. Why not go down the Black Dog track and camp at the Cox. I immediately phoned the Tourist Bureau for information and as the shades of night were falling fast we scurried off. I wanted to run the whole way. Fancy being out in the bush after dark. Creeping, crawling things everywhere. Things peering at me from every stump. Gosh, I'd be a hero when I got back. I stuck my chest out, busted two buttons end knocked over two trees (Committee, please note - they were dead). Well we followed the little diamonds that sparkled in the trees until we reached the edge of the ridge. There all trace of the faint track vanished and we rushed hither and thither searching for a way down. All our hithering didn't take us any thitherer so John suggested camping for the night. As I must have my cup of toddy before retiring to rest I decided to continue my search. I discovered a chimney down which we scrambled in an effort to go straight down the spur to the river. After sliding over rocks and leaves we landed right on the track and set off at a brisk pace for the Cox. By this time the worms were rather hungry and we were pleased to arrive at the river at 10 a.m. What a feed the worms had. | ||
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+ | Next morning dawned very dull and gloomy so we just roamed around and wasted half our ammunition on a yellow rabbit. Anyway I bet the little beggar got a helluva fright. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Later on we entertained some visitors, who were walking through to the Nattai Tableland. They left us to camp further downstream while we did a bit of cooking and endeavoured to take a few photos in the poor light. After lunch we organised a big game-hunting expedition. I was eagerly awaiting my first feed of rabbit so I hastily saddled up our elephants, collected the black boys and set out for the vast unknown. We wandered down until we came to a place called Kill's Defile, but the name scared us so we turned back and on the return trip managed to bag one and a half rabbits. | ||
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+ | The next day we were awakened by a band approaching or perhaps it was someone blowing his own trumpet. Anyway we got out the carpet, hid the wine and welcomed the new guests. Eventually, amid much blowing of trumpets they arrived | ||
+ | I dashed up and saw a snake lying across the track. It had been left there by our trumpet blowing friend. I made John sit down while I endeavoured to calm him, I hoped this would be a lengthy job but John suddenly jumped to his feet and dashed off. Reluctantly I followed and once again we struggled on. I was terribly disappointed when John decided that we would stop. I felt like stopping hours ago. And so the long day closed and we sank into a well earned sleep only to be awakened in the small hours by Mr. and Mrs. Clive Walker who were spending a holiday on the Kowmung. So that morning we made an early start and set out for Hughes Ridge. We began to enjoy the scenery as the river ran through better country. The sky was overcast and rain seemed very close. On reaching the Cedar Road we stopped for lunch and were joined by a party of Bush Walkers who had made a motor trip to the top of the old road. After talking for a while we decided to go on but the rain came to my assistance and we pitched our tent along with the other party. | ||
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+ | Next morning we bid our friends Adieu and set off up stream for Hughes Ridge and Kanangra. At the bottom of the ridge we cooled off in the sparkling stream and had a good feed in preparation for the long climb ahead. We then filled our water bottles, collected a rabbit from the butcher' | ||
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+ | For he next three days we stayed at Kanangra and shivered. A fierce wind was driving from the west and clouds covered the sky all day. We wore all available clothes using our towels as scarves. Our gardening gloves seldom left our hands and we were continually on the move in order to keen warm. Our trigger fingers were itching but the clouds prevented us from shooting any of the interesting country. We investigated all the vantage points from where good shots could be obtained so that when at last the sun peeped out we would be able to dash off to the spot marked X. Our intentions were to visit Big Misty and then stroll to Boyd Range had conditions been favourable. Instead we just haunted Kanangra. By the third day we were practically blown out of the cave and had to tie our fire down in order to save ourselves from too much physical exertion. It was a bit tough having to chase the fire around the cave when trying to boil the billy. Eventua11y we gave the landlord one hours notice and took the cave across the street which had been empty for a week or so. This dwelling proved much better and we were able to enjoy our last night in comfort. Late in the afternoon the clouds started to break up and that night we saw the moon shyly peeping at us through the trees. | ||
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+ | Full of eagerness we awoke next morning to watch the golden orb appear over the distant mountains. We were soon dashing around with our cameras and after scratching our itchy fingers set off for Gangerang at 11 a.m. After successfully negotiating Smiths Pass we lingered awhile on the cliffs to admire the Kanangra Gorge from a different angle. Walking was easy until we reached Crafts Walls. Skirting these massive rocks we encountered serious opposition in the form of small saplings and vines and we soon felt the pangs of hunger. After lunch we journeyed on to arrive at Gabes Gap, the oasis in the wilderness. This is a delightful spot in that rugged mountain range and provided a welcome resting place before the long task ahead. Our rest was rather brief and at 3 p.m. we commenced the arduous clump up Gangerang. The sun was still beating down strongly as we clipped and slid over to broken basalt that formed the top of narrow ridge leading up to Rip Roar and Rumble. Hobnails were useless, even dangerous. Mountain holly slashed knees and arms while small saplings became entangled with legs and bodies. How we hated that journey as branches gashed our faces and caused us to flounder on the jagged rocks. We had endearing names for all those holly bushes and all those rocks as we scrambled up towards Cloudmaker. We wondered where was the enchantment of the distant peaks now that we were on them. | ||
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+ | At last we reached the bend where we turned right to climb over Rip Roar and Rumble. We tripped, tore and tumbled over these three " | ||
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+ | The night was very cold as the camp spot was rather damp and misty. We were pleased to see the sun on the next morning and " | ||
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+ | Next morning we pulled down the tent for the last time and began the long journey to Blackheath. We passed Breakfast and Galong creeks enjoying the scenery all the way. After Galong we were disappointed in the way the river broke up and ran over miles of pink granite. The last few miles of Gibraltar found us tired and cranky as we had to force the pace in order to complete the long journey before nightfall. At Gibraltar Creek we had a late lunch and ate our last food before the monotonous walk up the bridal track into Megalong. And so, our walking ended, we sank into the comfortable seat of a car that conveyed us to Blackheath. | ||
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+ | It was with a pang of regret that I gazed at our last camp on that trip. Towering casuarinas, rocky cliffs and gently murmuring stream created an impression that made me linger in withdrawing the pegs that transformed our tent into a crumpled mass of canvas. Perhaps something warned me of things to come. That was my last walk with John. He is now a Prisoner of war in Germany. | ||
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+ | =====A Little Gossip===== | ||
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+ | We feel we must congratulate the Social Committee on the dances they are putting on lately. Everyone enjoys them, Besides the sausage rolls and coffee are delicious. | ||
+ | |||
+ | 7Nel items of news which yoe have probably heard about by now. Joan & Harry Savage have a daughter, the image of Harry, we hear but we will wait and see about that, and Mary Stoddart has announced her engagement. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Melbourne Walking Club are printing their Walks Programmes these days. Similar to ours in setup but much more encouraging than our formal affairs. For instance who could resist this, "A pleasant, easy walk for the more sedate" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Speaking of Melbourne, there is a rumour that Ira and Dot are returning to Sydney. Fur coat and all. We don't really believe that Dot has bought a hat though, Do you? | ||
+ | |||
+ | The life of an OLD MEMBER is not a happy one, It is these poor unfortunates who must always be a beautiful example and practically regulate their lives with an eye to the effect of such lives on the innocent Prospective. You can tell an OLD MEMBER at once, (not everything, of course, some of them are on the committee) by their apathetic look, and their tendency to lie down under vile accusatIons. The OLD MEMBER is accused of plenty, such as holding opposition meetings on the landing outside when the rest of the members (the really serious ones) are looking after the welfare of the club inside, speculating in land and spending our savings, at the general meeting. They also say an OLD MEMBER is very rarely if ever, seen on official walks and altogether it seems that to be an old member is a term of reproach. Which all leads up to the inescapable fact that a recent official walk was LED, ATTENDED, SUPPORTED and FOLLOWED purely (?) by OLD MEMBERS. Thirteen of them. Of course they may have wanted to talk about someone, but still, they were there. | ||
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+ | Tim Coffey is fit to be " | ||
+ | |||
+ | An attempt to rob a member of his carefully nurtured upper lip fungus, on Friday night, was unfortunately a complete failure. He defended the growth so valiantly, the mob were frightened of cutting him. Better luck next time, we hope. | ||
+ | |||
+ | =====A WAAAF looks at Wagga===== | ||
By Francis Stoddart. | By Francis Stoddart. | ||
- | Geologically | + | |
- | Near Iragga | + | Geologically |
- | Walking along its banks one may stertle | + | |
- | Once we came u-3on a lamb now born. Wet all over and sweetly weak it lay on | + | Near Wagga the Murrumbidgee |
- | the dew-heavy grass win its anximes | + | |
- | Often on these walks one may st: | + | Walking along its banks one may startle |
- | In spite of the beauty and attraction of the river - strange how wtter calls to something deep in one -, lovely days can be spent away from its magic in the outlying | + | |
- | There is an ex-yerimeetal | + | Once we came upon a lamb new born. Wet all over and sweetly weak it lay on the dew-heavy grass with its anxious |
- | One such day wE seat bringing in foals and separating | + | |
- | 9. | + | Often on these walks one may startle |
- | amazing. He sits his great black horse as though both were one. Vihen the mob is corralled he eoes quietly in amons the great nervous animals and gently puts the rope halter over their necks, then over their heads. It looks easy. He leads the mother out and the gate must be shut quickly on the baby who, when he is obstroperous, receives a smart slap on his snowy, chestnut, or sable nose. | + | |
- | Finally all are separated and we round up the mothers and take them down to ;their paddocks about two miles es/ay. Poor dears. | + | In spite of the beauty and attraction of the river - strange how water calls to something deep in one -, lovely days can be spent away from its magic in the outlying |
- | The gorgeous arab stallion is shut away from all this excitement, but on almost any day one may sto-) to gaze at him as he races round his high fenced strongly-made corral, He is daeesled | + | |
- | On another day mustering | + | There is an experimental |
- | Next they were-driven along lanes and other paddocks to a small yard where they were crammed in tightly and shooed in batches through a small race. Here they were seeos, | + | |
- | were tired out :hen, the sun tuned fiery red-gold above the w stern hills bounding the wide valley. Turning | + | One such day was spent bringing in foals and separating |
- | In a few months now, I shall see again the glorious line of 1monds | + | |
- | heavenly | + | Finally all are separated and we round up the mothers and take them down to their paddocks about two miles away. Poor dears. |
- | In the huge co-1 orchard shed last Eering | + | |
- | The olives, clothed with -pointed glossy green leaves and loaded with | + | The gorgeous arab stallion is shut away from all this excitement, but on almost any day one may stop to gaze at him as he races round his high fenced strongly-made corral. He is dappled |
- | purpling fruit, are contoue -lanted, lines run ing round thcurve | + | |
- | My year in Wagga has been so crammed with new and educating | + | On another day mustering |
- | LE=RS FROM THE LADS AD LASSES | + | |
- | 0 0 0 0 0 0 10 0 0. 0. 0 .! .!+. | + | Next they were driven along lanes and other paddocks to a small yard where they were crammed in tightly and shooed in batches through a small race. Here they were separated |
- | Lettere | + | |
- | Jean Ray 1Torm Scott | + | We were tired out when, the sun turned |
- | Peter Allen - Bob Savage | + | |
- | Jack Adams - R.R.C. | + | In a few months now, I shall see again the glorious line of almonds |
- | Ruth McLaren - S.B.W. | + | |
- | Brian Harvey - | + | In the huge cool orchard shed last spring |
- | Jack Adams - Airo-ra-oh | + | |
- | and l' | + | The olives, clothed with pointed glossy green leaves and loaded with purpling fruit, are contour planted, lines running |
- | known address) Believe it was posted in January. Old favourites like" | + | |
- | You no doubt wonder how I'm progressing in this great country. Final training almost | + | My year in Wagga has been so crammed with new and educating |
- | The food question in not to bad. The whole country is under the hoe. Vegetables or hay everywhere. In fact this harvest of fodder has been an all time record. Anyway thanks for the booklet and "Till-we meet again", | + | |
- | Bob Sdvaree | + | =====Letters from the Lads and Lasses===== |
- | me a similar package and once again thanks to the Services Committee, Recently stationed near me was Sister Helen Moriarty - a sister of our Oliver - it was not until she saw a copy of last years "Lushwalker" that she made her relationship known and so the nagazine | + | |
- | 11. | + | Letters |
- | .....1..... | + | |
- | Ray 3rd Auri-ust, | + | |Jean Ray|C.M.W.| |
- | 7hotogra1hic com? | + | |Peter Allen|S.B.W.| |
- | ;; | + | |Jack Adams|R.R.C.| |
- | y21; reached under my own steam, and one I am hoping to | + | |Ruth McLaren|S.B.W.| |
- | peloto=aph, now adorning the far from ornamental beams c=L,,-,s, me | + | |Brian Harvey|S.B.W.| |
- | | + | |Norm Scott|S.B.W.| |
- | J-Let recently we received back from ngland | + | |Bob Savage|S.B.W.| |
- | iii 111, | + | |Betty Isaacs|S.B.W.| |
- | ne,(' otilor | + | |
- | jir,, | + | ====Jack Adams - Airograph |
- | 11,eo-t h,,,r point whie. the Committee | + | |
- | tT_ve ciubs. D4. McLennan of the Botany School, Melbourne | + | A copy of Bushwalker Songs and Poems came to its final destination today (Posted |
- | Just aa mattor | + | |
- | We have ben nearly blown off the Bradfield Ridge this week 1.1.d the | + | You no doubt wonder how I'm progressing in this great country. Final training almost |
- | dee, ire already | + | |
- | FE=ATION - NOTES | + | The food question in not too bad. The whole country is under the hoe. Vegetables or hay everywhere. In fact this harvest of fodder has been an all time record. Anyway thanks for the booklet and "Till we meet again", |
- | The Publication Committee reports that it' | + | |
- | The proposed alteration of he Cceeetitutian | + | ====Bob Savage |
- | The year's Annual | + | |
- | at the Boy Scouts' | + | Whilst in Harold |
- | Shire Council has sent e map' o' :.h- area prop osed as a park and the setting | + | |
- | to Kill' | + | ====Jean |
- | A-reply was received from the National Park Trust to the Federation' | + | |
- | e put a gate across any road and debar the public from any pert of the park A proposal that Arnold Rae's legacy be devoted to the purchase of lot 7 at Era gai- turned down. The C.M;I:j. pointed out that Arnold Rae (Ad not cerc | + | After travelling down to Melbourne, and back to Sydney |
- | for th. place and the Blue Mountains was his favourite walking country. It was sugs(, | + | |
- | AT OUR OWN =TING | + | Just recently we received back from England |
- | v. do on | + | |
- | Three rew reembers | + | Another |
- | announced that Freda Newman, Bob Banks and Dick Howard had also been admitted, | + | |
- | but were unable to be present. | + | Just as a matter |
- | The Federation decided against the purchase of lot 7 at Era. It was proposed | + | |
- | by Alex Colley that a motion be discussed at the half-yearly meeting next month, | + | We have been nearly blown off the Bradfield Ridge this week and the dust is already |
- | for the purchase of Block 7 by the club, 2100 of the purchase price to come from | + | |
- | accumulated Club funds and tho balance to be raised by loans and/or gifts from members. A number of members | + | =====Federation Notes===== |
- | not do so. The vendor wanted | + | |
- | sold to other people and developed, in which case our block would be of little use for camping. Wal Roots pointed out that a large sum was involved and we might | + | The Publication Committee reports that it has not yet located a printer with the necessary |
- | jeopeeledise | + | |
- | to develop the surrounding lands without the possession of block 7, Jean Moppett | + | The proposed alteration of the Constitution |
- | It was announced that, owing to the difficulty of obtaining leaders for walks, the Walks Secretary | + | |
- | 13. | + | The year's Annual |
- | -1- - -- - -- | + | |
- | YOUR SCCIAL CLLENDAR | + | A-reply was received from the National Park Trust to the Federation' |
- | FOR aEPTEI,DER AND OCTOBER | + | |
- | 17th Sept. | + | =====At Our Own Meeting===== |
- | 24th Sept. 6th October | + | |
- | In all probability Dr. Ian Ilogbin | + | Three new members |
- | be in Sydney on this date, in which caL,!e Liss Dorothy Taylor will lecture us on | + | |
- | Wilkie/s Dopulo_r | + | The Federation decided against the purchase of lot 7 at Era. It was proposed by Alex Colley that a motion be discussed at the half-yearly meeting next month, for the purchase of Block 7 by the club, £100 of the purchase price to come from accumulated Club funds and tho balance to be raised by loans and/or gifts from members. A number of members |
- | Services Committee Night in the Club r,-)o ils. | + | |
- | Join with us in natching | + | It was announced that, owing to the difficulty of obtaining leaders for walks, the Walks Secretary |
- | 8th October Fifth rlatercolour Exhibitj7on | + | |
- | 22nd October | + | =====Your Social Calendar For September and October===== |
- | 0 | + | |
- | YOUR OPTOMETRIST | + | |17th Sept.|In all probability Dr. Ian Nogbin |
- | F. C-00DMAN I.O. | + | |24th Sept.|Services Committee Night in the Club rooms.| |
- | Optometrist and Optometrist | + | |6th October|Join with us in matching |
- | 20 Hunter Street, Sydney | + | |8th October|Fifth Watercolour Exhibition |
- | Tel. B 3438 | + | |22nd October|Play Night (would any aspiring |
- | Modern method of eye examintion and eye training Careful Spectacle fitting. | + | |
- | Fixing an a-, | + | =====Waterproof!!===== |
- | WATERPROOF LI__ | + | |
- | .... | + | |
Last month we discussed the different meanings of the word. Let us now turn from etymology to clothology. | Last month we discussed the different meanings of the word. Let us now turn from etymology to clothology. | ||
- | with cloth as with so maliy other things in life, we must conctently accept f compromises. As a rule, an advantaee has a corresponding disadvantage. For k instance, a giraffe finds his long neck handy for getting at treetops but not so good for gettine through doorways. Simil-xly a cloth which is com-eletely and absolutely waterproof has one or all of the following disadvantages, | ||
- | l. It is heavy | ||
- | 2. It is airtight | ||
- | 3, It is cold to the teuch and therefore causes dew to form on it. | ||
- | 4. When treated with oil or paint it loses tensile strength. | ||
- | 5. It -attracts the suns heat and gets unbearably hot when exposed to summer sun. | ||
- | Such a cloth is obviouEly unsuitable for tents but is good for groundsheets and loose capes which allow good ventilation. Loose fitting jackets and coats are not too bad but tend to ' | ||
- | For tents whether " | ||
- | Given a good "run off" any smooth tightly woven cloth will keep water out without having been treated in any way. Japaras being specially woven for such purposes are of course the bushwalkers choice. An untreated cloth however, while rung off the w r,...ter, nevertheless gets wet and if the wet underside of the cloth is touched, the 'skint of the wter is broken and a drip strts. Lost campers know the trick of running the hand down from the drip to the bottom of the roof which stops the drip, | ||
- | A tent made of water repellent cloth whils9 it resists the water or some time, eventually gets wet, but because of the resistance a drip is not so readily started. | ||
- | If a tent is packed la: in a wet state and pitched in that condition, there will be wet patches inside the tent. If rain falls the tent will | ||
- | leak. The moisture on the wet patch attracts more water through the cloth which runs down the inside of the tent until it comes to the edge of the | ||
- | wet patch. Here a holdup occurs and a drip starts. The wise cam-eer wipes down the inside of a vet tent with a towel or a handkerchief not so much to dry the tent as to spread the moisture evenly over the surface. | ||
- | PADDY PALLIN, | ||
- | /Phone. B3101. 327 George Street, SYDNEY. | ||
+ | With cloth as with so many other things in life, we must constantly accept compromises. As a rule, an advantage has a corresponding disadvantage. For instance, a giraffe finds his long neck handy for getting at treetops but not so good for getting through doorways. Similarly a cloth which is completely and absolutely waterproof has one or all of the following disadvantages, | ||
+ | |||
+ | - It is heavy | ||
+ | - It is airtight | ||
+ | - It is cold to the touch and therefore causes dew to form on it. | ||
+ | - When treated with oil or paint it loses tensile strength. | ||
+ | - It attracts the suns heat and gets unbearably hot when exposed to summer sun. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Such a cloth is obviously unsuitable for tents but is good for groundsheets and loose capes which allow good ventilation. Loose fitting jackets and coats are not too bad but tend to ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | For tents whether " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Given a good "run off" any smooth tightly woven cloth will keep water out without having been treated in any way. Japaras being specially woven for such purposes are of course the bushwalkers choice. An untreated cloth however, while running off the water, nevertheless gets wet and if the wet underside of the cloth is touched, the ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | A tent made of water repellent cloth whilst it resists the water for some time, eventually gets wet, but because of the resistance a drip is not so readily started. | ||
+ | |||
+ | If a tent is packed up in a wet state and pitched in that condition, there will be wet patches inside the tent. If rain falls the tent will leak. The moisture on the wet patch attracts more water through the cloth which runs down the inside of the tent until it comes to the edge of the wet patch. Here a holdup occurs and a drip starts. The wise camper wipes down the inside of a vet tent with a towel or a handkerchief not so much to dry the tent as to spread the moisture evenly over the surface. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Paddy Pallin, | ||
+ | ' |
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