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- | BUSHWALICR | + | ======The Sydney Bushwalker.====== |
- | A monthly Bulletin'matters of interest to the Sydney | + | |
- | No.14 OCTOBER | + | A monthly Bulletin |
- | THE SYDNEY | + | |
- | -Editor: Ron Knightley Assists: :Elsa McGregor | + | ====No.14 October |
- | Norma Barden | + | |
- | Illustrationef | + | |**Editor**|Ron Knightley| |
- | Bus Manager: Production: Ar,sist. | + | |**Assists**|Elsa McGregor, Norma Barden| |
- | Sales & Subs. | + | |**Illustrations**|Dennis Gittoes| |
- | Maurie Berry Brian Harvey Peu y Bransdon | + | |**Bus. Manager**|Maurie Berry| |
- | CONTENTS | + | |**Production**|Brian Harvey| |
- | " | + | |**Assist.**|Peggy Bransdon| |
- | or a Fauna-& Flbra ReserveU..M.arie | + | |**Sales & Subs.**|Jean Harvey| |
- | It's Goodman' | + | |
- | A Spy Among the Bushxwalkert | + | =====Contents===== |
- | (Tim Midnight):, | + | |
- | "That Man Again" " | + | | | |Page| |
- | The G | + | |" |
- | Like a small grey coffee-pot, | + | |"A Bushwalkers |
- | sits the squirrel. He is not | + | |" |
- | all he should be, kills by dozens trees, and eats | + | |A Spy Among the Bushwalkers |
+ | |"That Man Again"|" | ||
+ | |It's Goodman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | =====The Grey Squirrel.===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Like a small grey\\ | ||
+ | coffee-pot,\\ | ||
+ | sits the squirrel.\\ | ||
+ | He is not | ||
+ | |||
+ | all he should be,\\ | ||
+ | kills by dozens\\ | ||
+ | trees, and eats\\ | ||
his red-brown cousins. | his red-brown cousins. | ||
- | The keeper on the other hand, | + | |
- | who shot him, is e. Christian, and | + | The keeper on the\\ |
- | loves his enemies, which shows | + | other hand,\\ |
- | the squirrel was not | + | who shot him, is\\ |
- | one Of those. | + | a Christian, and |
- | 9. | + | |
- | 10. | + | loves his enemies,\\ |
- | Huthbert Wolfe | + | which shows\\ |
- | Bartle Frere. | + | the squirrel was not\\ |
+ | one of those. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Humbert Wolfe). | ||
+ | |||
+ | =====Bartle Frere.===== | ||
by Laurence T. Tayner. | by Laurence T. Tayner. | ||
- | This mountain has personality, | ||
- | I should have been well prepared, when the express after a shrill whistla, burst onto the open flats at Pawngilly and the mountain came in full view, yet I was overawed. It was sunset and r forlorn cloud drifted across halfway up its darkened slopes, like the veil on an exotic bec uty. But there was no time to wr,ste, I h..d to watch the ridge w4ich leads from Broken Nose to the top. It looks feasible -J concluded.. By this time the train arrived opposite th rt huge gap which separates this mountain from Bellenden K6r. The red hue died off: -_nd Cho sky turned now rEDpidly, first turquoise !7nd then into deep blue. The first strrs shone through theblue curtrin Elld the b1:-ck ridges became lost in the grthering dusk, as we rumbled towards Dordonvnle. | ||
- | I mus' | ||
- | I rim on principle against too much publicity, for mountaineering ia essentially rt sport ftr,removed from the noise r nd bustle of the city. "It will not work", I said feebly. --" | ||
- | The next th7y- everything in cairns seemed beautiful, even the dusty rood loading to the foothills, where I wandered to get some photos, looked pleasant. There was only one thing which had ma worried, the weather. -- It was a glorious mornAng as the train wound its tortous way, climbing the hillside to Stoney Crock. The gren squares of the cane fields alternating with the Prod soil patches provided a lovely chessboard, for the gods to ply on. The waters of the river mirrored - cloor sky but clouds wore gathering as I arrived at Barron Falls. Descending to the foot of the falls, where the water foams over black rooks and, the spray flies, 1 mu, | ||
- | 3. | ||
- | how much more impressive these falls must have been in the days before the hydro generators were installed. Still I enjoyed being shown through the Works and especially the ride on the cable car, | ||
- | which provides a grandstand 'view of the falls. | ||
- | At lunch I was in " | ||
- | | ||
- | We decided :to meet three days hence on the Saturday night at Peeramon; in the meantime I was to WO the tourist attractions of the tablelands. | ||
- | , | ||
- | - The road from ,RaTenshoe to the big Millstream Falls reminded me of Now South Wale' | ||
- | HOW different are the Tully Falls. The road winds betweon lush green walls, the _rain forest seems to close in on you. As you arriv o at the sunlit lookout, vi here you can see the waters of the Tully leaping into a huge -granitd chasm, you can not help being ovorwholmod by the grandeur of the scene. A Pathleads to the foot of the falls and walking down it seamed to me that these are the best falls on the tablelands and by the time I arrived at the bottom, where tho sun- - rayS form -a rainbow, on the everlasting spray, this feeling became a certainty. At the swimMing pool on the top I was told, that a new hydro station will he established in the near future, utilizing the 1500' drop. I sincerely hope that the engineers will preserve the beauty of these _unique falls in all their glory. | ||
- | The highlights of the road to Millaa-Millaa are those patahes of rainforest, which-have escaped the axe and fire, but they seem to be in danger right now The Miilaa-Millaa Falls suffered by coMparison with the Tully, and so did the other scenic gams, like thd crater | ||
- | lakes, Barrine and Eacham. | ||
- | Mt. Quincan proved to be a most fascinating and easily acessible crater, yet I have the impression, that very few of those people, who admire the curtain and cathedral figtrees *ver climb this hill, although it provided the rich volcanic soil for these forest giants. The perfectly circular crater is a sight in itself, but there is also | ||
- | 0 a beautiful cycloramic view awaiting those who gat to the trig. I, watched from the top the lazy clouds which crowned Bartle Frere,for the last week': they seemed to be lifting slowly. Can it be, th&t they will be gone by the tim3 -1 arrive there-. It would be good. - | ||
- | was lucky. The next -morning as we admired the view from | ||
- | Lamond' | ||
- | waB m.Q44...ga ttn rrao., | ||
- | 4. | + | This mountain has personality, |
- | the green ridges seemed to beckon, come closer. We had lunch near to a singing stream, on a' | + | |
- | We entered the jungle and followed the Rusael | + | I should have been well prepared, when the express after a shrill whistle, burst onto the open flats at Pawngilly and the mountain came in full view, yet I was overawed. It was sunset and a forlorn cloud drifted across halfway up its darkened slopes, like the veil on an exotic beauty. But there was no time to waste, I had to watch the ridge which leads from Broken Nose to the top. It looks feasible, I concluded. By this time the train arrived opposite that huge gap which separates this mountain from Bellenden Ker. The red hue died off, and the sky turned now rapidly, first turquoise and then into deep blue. The first stars shone through the blue curtain and the black ridges became lost in the gathering dusk, as we rumbled towards Gordonvale. |
- | spot, so we decided to make an early camp. Eoon the tent was pitthed | + | |
- | In the morning the ridge proved to be the right one and our hor.1 were high as we caught glimpses of the view, from the top of s ome orchid covered boulder. Ferns and orchids seem to love these' | + | I must climb it was my first thought, but will there be anybody willing to join me in this venture was the second. The train arrived late at Cairns, "your only hope is to advortise in the Post for a walking partner", |
- | The :view is not cycloramic, but very impressive | + | |
- | Our route lay on the top of the mountPin P.,nd We hd a great time in climbing the rocks that blocked our path. Thessobstacles | + | I am on principle against too much publicity, for mountaineering ia essentially a sport far removed from the noise and bustle of the city. "It will not work", I said feebly. "There is no harm in trying", |
- | I felt, I could float out above the valley free of the cares of the world. But the body can not live by views only, it needs food and -water There :was no wat(3r | + | |
- | 5,. | + | The next day everything in Cairns seemed beautiful, even the dusty road leading to the foothills, where I wandered to get some photos, looked pleasant. There was only one thing which had me worried, the weather. -- It was a glorious morning as the train wound its tortuous way, climbing the hillside to Stoney Creek. The green squares of the cane fields alternating with the red soil patches provided a lovely chessboard, for the gods to play on. The waters of the river mirrored a clear sky but clouds were gathering as I arrived at Barron Falls. Descending to the foot of the falls, where the water foams over black rooks and the spray flies, I mused, how much more impressive these falls must have been in the days before the hydro generators were installed. Still I enjoyed being shown through the Works and especially the ride on the cable car, which provides a grandstand view of the falls. |
- | little permanent | + | |
- | We had to hurry, | + | At lunch I was in " |
- | found that the slash marks lead to the summit too, the army' | + | |
- | emerald lagoons. We tried to' | + | The road from Ravenshoe to the big Millstream Falls reminded me of New South Wales. Tall gum trees, sparse undergrowth, |
- | that is- Innisfail, with the Johhstone River, and those mountadns | + | |
- | which rise sheer from the- sea form dincht-brook | + | How different are the Tully Falls. The road winds between lush green walls, the rain forest seems to close in on you. As you arrive at the sunlit lookout, where you can see the waters of the Tully leaping into a huge granite chasm, you can not help being overwhelmed by the grandeur of the scene. A path leads to the foot of the falls and walking down it seemed to me that these are the best falls on the tablelands and by the time I arrived at the bottom, where the sunrays form a rainbow on the everlasting spray, this feeling became a certainty. At the swimming pool on the top I was told, that a new hydro station will he established in the near future, utilizing the 1500' drop. I sincerely hope that the engineers will preserve the beauty of these unique falls in all their glory. |
- | of those two small islands, must be Dunk ; | + | |
- | see Banfield watching us! How small eve-rything | + | The highlights of the road to Millaa-Millaa are those patahes of rainforest, which have escaped the axe and fire, but they seem to be in danger right now. The Miilaa-Millaa Falls suffered by comparison with the Tully, and so did the other scenic gems, like the crater lakes, Barrine and Eacham. |
- | even the crater of Mt. ,; | + | |
- | been left on theplatuau | + | Mt. Quincan proved to be a most fascinating and easily acessible crater, yet I have the impression, that very few of those people, who admire the curtain and cathedral figtrees ever climb this hill, although it provided the rich volcanic soil for these forest giants. The perfectly circular crater is a sight in itself, but there is also a beautiful cycloramic view awaiting those who get to the trig. I watched from the top the lazy clouds which crowned Bartle Frere for the last week; they seemed to be lifting slowly. Can it be, that they will be gone by the time I arrive there. It would be good. |
- | the ridge that leads to Broken'Nose,:we started | + | |
- | The last 500 or 600 -feet of our ascent lead us through very | + | I was lucky. The next morning as we admired the view from Lamond' |
- | dense undergrowth and saplings, now we had to pass through a similar, but much more extensive zone. Our task as increased by the huge rough granite boulders, which seam to form a continUcus | + | |
- | tent not far from the peak, on a reed covered slope. The little tent nestled in the hollow, between, the rocks and stunted trees, like a white bird. The bright stars heralded a cold night, but with the cheery campfire'warming us, we did not mind: | + | We entered the jungle and followed the Russel |
- | It was; "a cold frosty morning" | + | |
- | frozen stiff and frost covered the reeds, but as the sun rose from | + | In the morning the ridge proved to be the right one and our hopes were high as we caught glimpses of the view, from the top of some orchid covered boulder. Ferns and orchids seem to love these heights |
- | the sea, its crimson rays lent the ' | + | |
- | from the beautiful, to the sublime. The 'chill easterly breeze | + | The :view is not cycloramic, but very impressive just the same. The towering |
- | brought us quickly back to earth again. The breakfast was only a scanty affair, for we had a dry camp and our idea was to gat a second | + | |
- | before us. The rocks taught us better. They seem to be heaped in an interminable mass alare' | + | Our route lay on the top of the mountain and we had a great time in climbing the rocks that blocked our path. These obstacles |
- | - | + | |
- | , ,ft | + | We had to hurry, |
- | . | + | |
- | 6. | + | The last 500 or 600 feet of our ascent lead us through very dense undergrowth and saplings, now we had to pass through a similar, but much more extensive zone. Our task was increased by the huge rough granite boulders, which seem to form a continuous |
+ | |||
+ | It __was__ | ||
+ | |||
+ | We found no water. By lunchtime our throats were parched, but at last we left the region,. where reads and saplings form solid floors and walls and entered the rain forest once again. Its green ceiling sheltered us from sun and wind. On our way we could hear waterfalls, far below us, tumbling into deep gorges, and the mocking call of small birds; "it is easy to get there" | ||
+ | |||
+ | The last day was rather rushed, as we had to catch the train at Pawngilly. We rose once again before the sun, and in the short, but scratchy hours, left the jungle behind us. As we speeded along the good road, some drifting clouds slowly enveloped our mountain, in their impenetrable shroud. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
- | H. Vie found..no water. By luncht ime our throats were parched..., b.Ut | ||
- | at last we left the region,. where reads and: | ||
- | ..-and walls and entered the rain forest once again. Its green ceiling sheltered us from sun and wind'. On our way we could hoar waterfalls, far below us, tumbling into deep. ,gorges, and the mocking call of small birds; "it is easy to get there. :' Yet vi it is easy to fly, but if you leave the -reasonable :slope Of th-e for some deep | ||
- | gully, you will be sorry.. So, on we ploddeci., until at about 4 07 clOckt when the two thirsty walkers arrived at their Mecca., the crystal water$ of Kowadgi Creek. The stream hare forms some beautiful cascades, L-i_d its clean waters leap joyfully from rockpool to rockpool, amidst.- towering trees. A little flat spot at the crossing, -proved_so cttractive, that they welcomed tha idea of an early camp,: With the billy boiling and the rushing creek singing a lullaby. It was warm,. that night in the shelter of the tall timber. | ||
- | The last day was ratherrushod, | ||
- | -- | ||
A Bushwalkers Reserve | A Bushwalkers Reserve | ||
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