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Articles may be of any length up to about 1,500 words. We should like particularly to encourage the writing of short pars or articles of 200-500 words. Those do not take much time, are good reading, and are commended to new contributors. Probably all members can write well enough for the magazine when they have something interesting to describe, though not all could sustain interest in a long article. So if you have any doubts about you literary talent, make your contribution short. Advice will be given free if requested. | Articles may be of any length up to about 1,500 words. We should like particularly to encourage the writing of short pars or articles of 200-500 words. Those do not take much time, are good reading, and are commended to new contributors. Probably all members can write well enough for the magazine when they have something interesting to describe, though not all could sustain interest in a long article. So if you have any doubts about you literary talent, make your contribution short. Advice will be given free if requested. | ||
- | We would like to make the magazine as informative as possible. One means of doing this is through advertising. The Business Manager is on the lookout for persons or firms who have something of use to Bushwalhers | + | We would like to make the magazine as informative as possible. One means of doing this is through advertising. The Business Manager is on the lookout for persons or firms who have something of use to Bushwalkers |
- | Lastly, we arc pleased to announce the acquisition of anothor | + | Lastly, we are pleased to announce the acquisition of another |
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+ | =====Social Committee Notes.===== | ||
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+ | The big annual photographic exhibition will be held on 20th June in the Club Rooms. This year there will be improved lighting and improved hanging and presentation. Do not worry about the thought that your masterpiece may languish in a black corner - the bright light with which we threaten you should be sufficient warning to you to remove all blemishes. If you have a guilty feeling that you have been " | ||
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+ | The Social Committee is inviting other Clubs to exhibit and to come along as spectators. That means we __must__ have your best work. Won't you take it off the wall of the Blue Room or the Best Bedroom just for a day? | ||
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+ | On June 25th. there will be a Chinese Dinner, genuine, in Campbell Street. The Committee will want to know who is coming a bit in advance. Why? Because it can then order numerous different dishes for a communal feast. The Committee will leave it to you to make arrangements for " | ||
- | SOCIAL COMMITTEE NOTES | ||
- | Click: Click: Click: | ||
- | The big annual photographic exhibition will be held on 20th June | ||
- | in the Club Rooms. This year there will be improved lighting and improved hanging and presentation. Do not worry about the thought that your masterpiece may languish in a black corner - the bright light with which we threaten you should be sufficient warning to you to remove all blemishes. If you have a guilty feeling that you have been " | ||
- | The Social Committee is inviting other Clubs to exhibit and to come along as spectators. That means we must have your best work. Won't you take it off the wall of the Blue nom or the Best Bedroom just for a day? | ||
- | On June 25th. there will be a Chinese Dinner, genuine, in Campbell Street. The Committee will want to know who is coming a bit in advance. Why? Because it can then order numerous different dishes for a communal feast.. The Committee will leave it to you to make arrangements for " | ||
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- | The Social Committee is in the process of arranging for you an attractive programme of events needing your co-operation if only to enjoy yourself. What do we ask of you? Only to watch and note what's on the way:- | + | |
- | AT OUR MAY MEETING | + | The Social Committee is in the process of arranging for you an attractive programme of events needing your co-operation if only to enjoy yourself. What do we ask of you? Only to watch and note what's on the way! |
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- | Two new members were welcomed -r Eric Rowen and George Blumer. | + | ---- |
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+ | =====At Our May Meeting.===== | ||
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+ | The President was in the Chair and about 50 members were present. | ||
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+ | Two new members were welcomed - Eric Rowen and George Blumer. | ||
As requested by our April meeting the Federation Secretary had circulated the major air lines asking them to take special care of packs. Favourable replies were received. | As requested by our April meeting the Federation Secretary had circulated the major air lines asking them to take special care of packs. Favourable replies were received. | ||
- | ' A fire left burning by a bushman during the Nattai search was | ||
- | discussed at length. It was decided (again) that fires should be put out | ||
- | A discussion of the Club's skiing activities produced many ideas | ||
- | but few facts. Suggestions included the formation of a Federation skiing section, or of an S.B.W. skiing section, the alteration of | ||
- | the constitution to include skiing amongst our objects, and appli- | ||
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- | cation for nerbership of the Ski Council. The ' | ||
- | Inquiries are bein7 Tivc3e as to the ownership of the permanent tent | ||
- | at Stockyurd Creek, which is to be i' | ||
- | It was decided to offer no prizes at the photographic exhibition. Visitors, it was considered, should be content just to be '' | ||
- | It was resolved to ask the Federation what action had been taken about the cutting of timber in National Park, Yeola reservations, | ||
- | A notion requesting tho Walks' Secretary to try to include one easy walk each week-end was defeated. In the discussion Allan Hardie deplored the abandoniTent of the practice of marking walks ur, u)au, and " | ||
- | , The meeting closed at 9.30 p n. | ||
- | CI= DEBATE - THAT VEGETABLE FOODS ARE BEST | ||
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- | qy Dot Butler | ||
- | , Everyone who listened to this debate should now at least know his kidneys. To put it vulgarly, the kidneys received a thorough bashing. Do you know what meat does when engulfed by a human? It floods the cistern with uric acid. Try to visualise your kidneys floating in this virulent acid, yelping for help. Again,take your kidney tubules and place them end to end and you will find they stretch from Sydney to Yelbourne and back again as far as Bungendoro. What a collosal task to flush this pipe system daily, and how disheartening when clogged with the waste products of meat metabolism. But, on the other hand, if the body is deprived of animal protein it has nothing with which to replace its worn tissues and we are confronted by the depressing sight of our kidneys wasting away before our eyes. | ||
- | 7r. Hallstram for the Government led the field strongly in his denunciation of animal protein. Vegetables and fruit purify the system, whereas meat putrifies the system, and fat-eating is just a waste of time as the body stores it up in unsightly dumps round the ribs, abdomen and basal structure. | ||
- | Tr Hardy for the Opposition struck a new note in his defence of B.O. This sane uric acid, which is anathema to the vogo produces a beneficial B.O. which all savage beasts find so revolting (in others) that they dine for preference on the sweet-breathed grass and fruit eating animals and give the B.O. sodden carnivores a wide berth. (We greatly appreciated Yr. Duncan' | ||
- | Hardy would ft;fal perfectly safe taking a walk through the valayan jungle win th leader of the Government, knowing full \Nell that when he care fpce to face with ferocious tigers they would sheer off holding their noses, and eat Mr. Hallstrom instead. | ||
- | There was another original thought from Yr. Hardy, to wit, that cheese is common ground as it is a by-product of neat. That takes some swallowiaL; | ||
- | Mr. Kirkby rose to announce that at the close of the debate a subscription would be taken up to send Yr. Hardy to Malaya. As | ||
- | a converted vegetarian Mr. Kirkby brought along exhibit A - a bag | ||
- | of Blanks Meal, invented by Dr. Blank, A.N.A. America, (no con- | ||
- | necticn with the Airways). If you are underweight it builds you up; if ycu are overweight it tears ;you down; it contains the whole Of the elonents except Uranium, and thus renders any other food unnecessary, | ||
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- | The arniverous Mr. Ardill next rose in defence of meat. Take the victors in the last war -- meat eaters all, - the beef-eating aritish, the turkey-eating Americans, the caviar-consurdng Russians. But as for the vanquished, take Italy and what do vo think of? Spaghetti! Tao, Japan and what do we think of? Rice! Take Gerr5lany and what do we think of? (Sausages1" | ||
- | Mr. Duncan coloured his criticism of carnivores with quotations from the scriptures. The Children of Israel were showered with manna from on high, not dehydrated liutton: And do we pray for leefsteak? No, we pray for our daily bread. | ||
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- | Roots, who had the unfair advantage of being married to a Letitian, closed the debate with innumerable quotations from his vrife' | ||
- | Yr. Duncan called out derisively hDonft you know anything yourself?" | ||
- | A vote was taken by a show of hands on the debating prowess of both sides and the winning too:n (the Carnivores) was presented With a bag of Plank' | ||
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- | - r 5.1-7117timt,. | + | A fire left burning by a bushman during the Nattai search was discussed at length. It was decided (again) that fires should be put out. |
- | TTE :YCETHERN BLUE rCUNTPAINS | + | |
+ | A discussion of the Club's skiing activities produced many ideas but few facts. Suggestions included the formation of a Federation skiing section, or of an S.B.W. skiing section, the alteration of the constitution to include skiing amongst our objects, and application for membership of the Ski Council. The subject was referred to a sub-committee to be convened by the President. | ||
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+ | Inquiries are being made as to the ownership of the permanent tent at Stockyard Creek, which is to be removed, preferably by the owners. | ||
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+ | It was decided to offer no prizes at the photographic exhibition. Visitors, it was considered, should be content just to be "hung ". | ||
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+ | It was resolved to ask the Federation what action had been taken about the cutting of timber in National Park, Yeola reservations, | ||
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+ | A motion requesting the Walks' Secretary to try to include one easy walk each week-end was defeated. In the discussion Allan Hardie deplored the abandonment of the practice of marking walks " | ||
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+ | The meeting closed at 9.30 p.m. | ||
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+ | =====Club Debate - That Vegetable Foods Are Best.===== | ||
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+ | By Dot Butler | ||
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+ | Everyone who listened to this debate should now at least know his kidneys. To put it vulgarly, the kidneys received a thorough bashing. Do you know what meat does when engulfed by a human? It floods the cistern with uric acid. Try to visualise your kidneys floating in this virulent acid, yelping for help. Again, take your kidney tubules and place them end to end and you will find they stretch from Sydney to Melbourne and back again as far as Bungendore. What a collosal task to flush this pipe system daily, and how disheartening when clogged with the waste products of meat metabolism. But, on the other hand, if the body is deprived of animal protein it has nothing with which to replace its worn tissues and we are confronted by the depressing sight of our kidneys wasting away before our eyes. | ||
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+ | Mr. Hallstram for the Government led the field strongly in his denunciation of animal protein. Vegetables and fruit purify the system, whereas meat putrifies the system, and fat-eating is just a waste of time as the body stores it up in unsightly dumps round the ribs, abdomen and basal structure. | ||
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+ | Mr Hardy for the Opposition struck a new note in his defence of B.O. This same uric acid, which is anathema to the vego, produces a beneficial B.O. which all savage beasts find so revolting (in others) that they dine for preference on the sweet-breathed grass and fruit eating animals and give the B.O. sodden carnivores a wide berth. (We greatly appreciated Mr. Duncan' | ||
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+ | There was another original thought from Mr. Hardy, to wit, that cheese is common ground as it is a by-product of meat. That takes some swallowing. And his statement that a bull does nothing all day and all night but eat grass was met with sceptical hoots by those better acquainted with the Facts of Life. His speech was described by an opponent as being, in fact, all bull. (Cheers!) | ||
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+ | Mr. Kirkby rose to announce that at the close of the debate a subscription would be taken up to send Mr. Hardy to Malaya. As a converted vegetarian Mr. Kirkby brought along exhibit A - a bag of Blank' | ||
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+ | " | ||
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+ | The omniverous Mr. Ardill next rose in defence of meat. Take the victors in the last war - meat eaters all, - the beef-eating British, the turkey-eating Americans, the caviar-consuming Russians. But as for the vanquished, take Italy and what do we think of? Spaghetti! Take Japan and what do we think of? Rice! Take Germany and what do we think of? (" | ||
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+ | Mr. Duncan coloured his criticism of carnivores with quotations from the scriptures. The Children of Israel were showered with manna from on high, not dehydrated mutton! And do we pray for beefsteak? No, we pray for our daily __bread__. | ||
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+ | Mr. Roots, who had the unfair advantage of being married to a dietitian, closed the debate with innumerable quotations from his wife's text books, reading from one authority after another till Mr. Duncan called out derisively " | ||
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+ | A vote was taken by a show of hands on the debating prowess of both sides and the winning team (the Carnivores) was presented with a bag of Blank' | ||
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+ | =====The Northern Blue Mountains.===== | ||
By Max Gentle | By Max Gentle | ||
- | Fift7 miles north of Kntcovba, lies a rel.,: ness, rTand and beautiful, accessible on17 | ||
- | Geoloical maps show the area as partly 's of rufTod sandstone country, deeply interse ravines. | ||
- | .ate, unfriendly wilder- on foot or horseback. | ||
- | urve7ed, but otherwise cted by precipitous | ||
- | This area lis along the Dividinf7 | ||
- | high above the Capertee | ||
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+ | Fifty miles north of Katoomba, lies a remote, unfriendly wilderness, grand and beautiful, accessible on1y on foot or horseback. | ||
- | r | + | Geological maps show the area as partly surveyed, but otherwise of rugged sandstone country, deeply intersected by precipitous ravines. |
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- | ,---'; r ,r | + | This area lies along the Dividing Range, high above the Capertee and Hunter Valleys. Here, on outcrops of rich volcanic country, herds of cattle roam the virgin bush, as they have been doing for the last hundred years. Here and there are little tracks that wander into the bush, and stop as though they had lost their way. |
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- | ( | + | The Dividing Range has an exciting history. Its real pioneers were the bushrangers and cattle duffers of last century. Local legend says it is the country of Rolf Bo1drewood's " |
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- | -) At,.....,..-- ,r--`^_,':._- flea? c re.: 0 fi. p- | + | A few years ago the writer walked over this country from Wallerawang, |
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- | :..;(,,,,, | + | It is, therefore, not surprising that this often mist shrouded, romantic land, was to form the itinerary of an Easter walk, 1947, with 12 S.B.W. members. |
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- | ...-,7,1,:_, --I 1I) r.::\.::,....,ONA'n 1.7 v, ;j1 c..e.,, | + | Leaving Sydney on Thursday evening, in a crowded train, we passed the night in slumber, waking in the early hours. Shortly afterwards, at Kandos railway station, we met the lorry driver, who was to take us eastward, on the first part of our journey. |
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- | ' | + | Following the Cudgegong River upstream, we passed through Olinda, and then into the forest country, the road climbing through passes between peculiar sandstone boulder formations. On the lorry driver' |
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- | ..,,z... ,.........,..... Vi. ,4 Ck | + | At 10 a.m. on the Friday morning, we parted company with the lorry driver, on the Main Dividing Range, where a cleared grazing property is known as "The Ovens". |
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- | 75. ,... 1, , | + | At this point, we commenced walking up a ridge that led to Mt. Boonbourwa, and just beyond that we 1eft the Dividing Range, to travel in a south-easterly direction along a ridge which bears a faint bridle track. Thus, a number of rocky knobs were conveniently sidled, and shortly, the presence of water, after recent rain, suggested a stop for lunch. The ridge continued to take a generally south-easterly course, and provided views of the deep canyons of Running Stream, on the right, and the precipitous Wollemi Creek headwaters to the East. Chief landmark to the West was the conical Mt. Tyan, and to a lesser extent Mts. Coorongooba and Durambang. |
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- | . ,, | + | Soon after passing over a volcanic deck we retired early by some waterholes, in a green valley known as "Davis Hole", |
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- | .., ,,,,, -.. r .--,-, | + | On Saturday, after 15 miles of tramping by compass from Mt. Boonbourwa, we skirted Gosper' |
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- | , ....--...., ,... 4....4, | + | Leaving Uraterer at 8.30 a.m. on Sunday, the morning mists were rising as we walked along a plain cattle track for 2 1/2 miles along a ridge southward. Continuing along a ridge through unsurveyed country, a compass bearing later on gave our position as true south from Uraterer. |
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- | .....,..- ..:,.....;, j | + | We reached the edge of the Capertee cliffs in just over 3 hours actual walking time from Uraterer, and the spot was recognised as being at the top of "Grassy Hill", whose basalt slopes provide the negotiable way down to the river. The cliff tops here provided an ideal midday lunch site, especially as we had carried our water from Uraterer. |
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- | ,,, . | + | Later, while descending the basalt ridge, we passed under the shade of numerous Kurrajong trees. The Capertee valley was seen to fine advantage, and its great sandstone walls, before the afternoon sun, first flushed a golden brown, and then, as the sun set in the West, they greyed and gloomed till darkness. |
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- | r-.-- ..,-, , ;. , ...,,,,,,,, .. ,S,, 7 ,, t, ,.. : | + | A track had been followed upstream along the Capertee River, which pollution from the shale oil works was very evident. Happily, a side creek provided good water and a level camp site for the night. |
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- | 1 | + | Monday morning was spent walking through the smoky atmosphere at Glen Davis, and once past the whirl of machinery there, the mode1 township was entered, and fresh fruit and soft drinks enjoyed at the local store. |
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- | ,i,"1.: | + | The track along the petrol pipe line over the range from Glen Davis to Newnes, on the Wolgan River, was negotiated in less than 5 hours, despite a few rests en route. |
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- | tt 6 -. ?G, s i: ,.,.., \ :',I, , | + | Needless to say, we found an ideal lunch site near the good water of the Wolgan, whilst awaiting our car transport to Mt. Victoria. |
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- | ) Fil i" | + | =====All About A Walkabout.===== |
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- | Y..!.:' ,I' ,.... 1. .1 ......, | + | Having been told all about a trip of easy idling along the Cox, of a base camp and a stroll up Mt. Jenolan, if I wished, I arrived at Central on Friday evening with a copy of Galsworthy, a crossword puzzle and a head full of ideas for a quiet week-end. Here followed a frantic rush around the station in search of Ron Knightly, our Leader, until Peter Price arrived with the news that Ron was at Mittagong doing Search and Rescue work and he was to lead instead. |
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- | , | + | From the beginning it was evident that the walk would not follow customary lines for soon after arrival at Katoomba we were whisked away in a super touring car after supper of hot dogs and milk shakes. The car dropped us somewhere in Megalong and from Black Jerry's we reached the Cox without mishap. A minor bushfire was burning brightly and from a distance gave the impression that some enthusiastic member had hurried on ahead of us and started a campfire for our benefit! The leader, of course, had to call a halt about 200 yards away and we sat shivering in the dark waiting for the rearguard of the party. |
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- | , , , | + | No one in the party of seven owned a watch so time stood still for the following two days. It's really nice being on a trip without the time - no pestering people to awaken one at some unearthly hour for an early start, no hurry in packing, and I doubt if I should have hurried at all only the boys were fast walkers and I had to keep up. |
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- | ,.,,,4-, | + | Judging by the moon, sometime about 2 a.m. early morning tea was interrupted by a heavy storm and everyone dived into their tents. I was sharing a one man tent with two others |
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- | .., : to::,:t;:i | + | Leisurely setting off a long time after daybreak we reached Harry's River and before I realized it I was well up Mount Jenolan with pack and all - no mention of any base camp - and I had my copy of Galsworthy to carry all the way. Also the pleasantness of the morning was replaced by cold and very wet rain and except for a few lapses, when the rain eased for us to admire the view, it kept up all day. My lunch was a hurried affair of baked beans and rain water on a spur, which I believed to be the top, but which proved to be only about half way. Here followed another struggle upwards through very rugged country - " |
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- | i ';',. '.I A- | + | The cairn of stones on the summit holds a small tin containing the names of previous parties |
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- | ,zMt | + | Mt. Heartbreaker at evening is breathtaking - the rain had stopped and the view was remote and unreal. It is difficult to fathom the mood, describe the grandeur of the dark frowning ranges and express the solemnity of the earth. The wide expanse of sky was massed with dark grey clouds and threatened another stormy interlude. |
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- | 5). , | + | Time being short we did not linger - the hurry was, I believe, because the masculine element of the party was hungry; with a rush the boys disappeared into the encroaching night. I followed in what I thought were their footsteps and believed that Pat was trailing me, but both impressions were wrong and I had traversed a considerable distance before I realized my mistake. There being little purpose in retracing my footsteps, I thought I would meet them at the base - forgetting the size of the mountain and the nature of the country. Down, down I went - no flickering of torches in front but just an impenetrable wall of darkness and trees. The whole mountain consists of shale slopes which crumbled under my feet and for eternity I was sliding down a slope which became steeper and steeper, bushes clutched for support snapped until everything seemed to be slipping. At last I reached the bed of a waterfall |
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- | r | + | By now I was convinced that I should not see the others until I reached the Cox, and knowing that no sensible person would come the same way, had to skidder on alone. Somehow I found myself at the bottom of a 20 foot drop, minus some more flesh and a few bruises added and trying to discover some way down the next, which was nearly three times as high - and more to follow |
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- | ) ,Q) - | + | It would be impossible to find a more unfavourable camping site - it consisted of rocky edge trimmed with nettles, and there was no water. I had no matches so could not make a fire and if it rained during the night I would be washed away. If Ted and Ken had been stranded with me, being such enthusiastic canoeists, they may have contrived to produce a canoe as a means of a rapid descent |
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- | 1 ,-- . f , -'1). | + | Fortune for a moment smiled on me and I noticed in the twentieth survey of my surroundings a narrow cleft between two rocks and overgrown by a tree. Relieved to find it unoccupied by bunyips or other fearsome creatures, I managed to squash in - at least I was more or less sheltered from the weather elements. Dinner was a meagre affair of dried apricots and biscuits and I thought longingly on grilled chops and Ted's custard. Memories came flocking back of past meals in the bush and I would have given anything for Herb's steam pudding then! |
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- | -., 4 c i'' | + | Never has any night passed so slowly. The moss on the sides of the rock was damp, a spider web was three inches from my head and the very thought sent me shaking (I loath spiders), the tree roots dangled in my face and it was impossible to be comfortable when sitting on a pointed rock with uncountable edges and angles. It was a mute night and the moonlight came stealing over the mountain leaving pools of gloom where hobgoblins and alarming apparitions could lurk. Cold, cruel night with a myriad of glistening stars faint and remote uncompanionable points of mystery. Night was unending, on, on, on, while my feet grew numb, and I prayed for sleep which would not came. |
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- | ":' | + | Morning came suddenly and I packed shivering. One look over the waterfall and I realized only an acrobat would manage to get down, so I crawled around a perilous edge amidst increasing numbers of nettles (probably more noticeable by light of day), and by strenuous struggling found myself at last on a ridge from which I could see the Cox, gentle and serene in the early morning while wisps of mist curled skywards and the world felt good. Hazards of the night were forgotten and not having company to talk to for over 14 hours, I raised my voice and commenced to yell "Pee-tah, Pee-ee-tah." Effects were miraculous for directly underneath me minute figures appeared from the trees executing some sort of war dance, so I did one too, and went on skiddering down. |
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- | ii.\, '.-: : | + | Rarely have I been so overjoyed to be with my friends again for I really believe they missed me, as, after accounting for the night' |
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- | 1 / .:,-' -`>,;:7-,,L," ''' | + | Sunday was perfect walking weather. The air was full of the scent of honey-laden eucalyptus tree bloom, the Cox reflected the bluest of skies and the greenest of nettles along the track quickened my progress. Regularly we stopped to pose for the two photographers (I have not seen the results as yet so I am still undecided whether to take up modelling or not) and still more regularly we waded across the Cox and Breakfast Creek - no one by now attempted to keep their feet dry - but I may take gum boots next time. |
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- | a.,er it E. | + | We wondered in to Carlon's for lunch at 3 p.m. (a little late, but Mrs Carlon was expecting us and we did not starve). Ron was awaiting our arrival and thinking we had walked quite far enough rushed on ahead for another car which picked us up in Megalong again (more rescue work). By this time the automatic walking machines didn't mind much whether they walked or rode, but the snooze in the train (using a comfortable bushwalker cushion) was reviving so of course |
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+ | Mr. E. Caines Phillips advises that a nap of the Cotter and Murrurbidgee Rivers between the Cotter Reserve and the Taemas Bridge, Yass, has now been completed. An inset illustrates the Cotter Reserve and its canoeing possibilities. | ||
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+ | =====The Photographers' | ||
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+ | In the striking tableau above is depicted the historic stand the photographers on Currockbilly Mountain during the official Anzac week-end walk. In this uprising the photographers established once and for all their right to stay up rather than go down. For the benefit of future quiz kids we record the exact height at which the event took place - 3,619 feet above sea level. All details are faithfully recorded. The background, it will be noted, is white and devoid of scenery. Though this is a device frequently used by lazy artists it is, in this case, perfectly correct. The background was white mist and there was no scenery. Occasionally, however, a ray of sunshine penetrated the mist, to be greeted by a round of cheering from the rebels. Beneath the disc of the trig, to the left, is the cheer-leader, while on the right hand side another photographer points to the watery orb. In the background is a phalanx of demonstrating photographers | ||
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- | and Hunter Valleys. Here, on outcrops of rich volcanic country, herds of cattle roan the virgin bush, as they have been doing for the last hundred years. Here and there are little tracks that wander into the bush, and stop as though they had lost their way. | ||
- | The Dividing Range has an exciting history. Its real pioneers ecre the bushrangers and cattle duffers of last century. Local leend says it is the country of Rolf T; | ||
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- | few years ago the writer walked over this country from Wallerawan7, | ||
- | It is, therefore, not surprising that this often mist shrouded, romantic land, was to form. the itinerary of an Easter walk, 1947, with 12 S.T.W. members. | ||
- | Leaving Sydney on Thursday evening, in a crowded train, we passed the night in slumber, waking in the early hours. Shortly afterwards, at Landos railway station, we net the lorry driver, who was to take us eastward, on the first part of our journey. | ||
- | Following the.Cudgegong River upstream, we passed through Olinda, and then into the forest country, the road climbing through passes between peculiar sandstone boulder formations. On the lorry driver' | ||
- | At 10 a m. on the Friday morning, we parted company with the lorry driver, on the rain Dividing Range, where a cleared grazing property is known as 'The Ovens.? | ||
- | At this point, we commenced walking up a ridge that led to 7't. 3oonbourwa, and just beyond that CO1eft the Dividing Range, to travel ;,.n a south-easterly direction along a ridge which bears a faint bridle track. Thus, a number of rocky knobs were conveniently sidled, and shortly, the presence of water, after recent | ||
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- | .:in, susT;ested a stop for lunch. The ridge continued to take a Fenerally south-easterly course, and provided views of the deep canyons of Running Stream, on the right, and the precipitous :collemi Creed headwaters to the East. Chief landark to the West was the conical Mt. Tyan, and to a lesser extent Mts, Coorongooba and Durambang. | ||
- | Soon after passing over a volcanic deck we retired, early by some waterholes, in a green valley known as "Davis Hcle,11 just off the ridge. | ||
- | On Saturday, after 15 miles of tramping by compass from Mt. Boonbourwa, we skirted Gosperts Knob, and a mile further on, reached the bald-domed Uraterer at 1 p m. The volcanic earth supported a rich growth of grasses on the mountain, but the expansive views from the summit were partly obscured by misty rain for the remainder of the day. Nightfall found us with our tents near the old but and excellent spring, and with the comfort of log fires to compensate for the poor visibility. | ||
- | Leaving Uraterer at 8.30 a m. on Sunday, the morning mists were rising as we walked along a plain cattle track for 2,72- miles along a ridge southward. Continuing along a ridge through unsurveyed country, a compass bearing later on gave our position as true south from Uratercr. | ||
- | We reached the edge of the Capertee cliffs in just over 3 houru actual walking time from Uraterer, and the spot was recognised au | ||
- | T,eing at the top of " | ||
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- | ideal midday lunch site, especially as we had canoied our water :eom Uraterer. | ||
- | Later, while descending the basalt ridge, we passed under the | ||
- | shae of numerous Kurrajong trees. The Capertee valley was seen | ||
- | to fine advantage, and its great sandstone walls, before the afternoon sun, first flushed a golden brown, and then, as the sun set | ||
- | fn the Wc:st, they greyed and glomed till darkness. | ||
- | A track had been followed upstream along the Capertee River, | ||
- | which pollution from the shale oil works was very evident. | ||
- | har)T)ily, a side creek provided good water and a level camp site | ||
- | the night. | ||
- | Monday morning was spent walking through the smoky atmosphere | ||
- | Glen Davis, and once past the whirl of machinery there, the | ||
- | 7e:-)de1 township was entered, and fresh fruit and soft drinks enjoyed | ||
- | the local store. | ||
- | The track along the petrol pipe line over the range from Glen | ||
- | Davis to Newnes, oh the Wolgan River, was negotiated in less than 5 hours, despite a few rests en route. | ||
- | Needless to say, we found an ideal lunch site near the good water | ||
- | of the Wolgan, whilst awaiting our car transport to Mt. Victoria. | ||
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- | ALL ABOUT A WALKABOUT | ||
- | by 1,REXN | ||
- | Having been told all about a trip of easy idling along the Cox, of a base camp and a stroll up Mt. jenolan, if I wished, I arrived at Central on Friday evening with a copy of Galsworthy, | ||
- | a crossword puzzle and a head full of ideas for a quiet week-end. Hero followed a frantic rush around the station in search of Ron Knightly, our Leader, until Peter Price arrived with the news that Ron was at Mittugong doing Search and Rescue work and he was to lead instead. | ||
- | From the beginning it was evident that the walk would not follow customary lines for soon after arrival at Katoomba we were whisked away in a super touring car after supper of hot dogs and milk shakos. The car dropped us somewhere in Yegalong and from Black Jerry' | ||
- | No one in the party of seven owned a watch so time stood still for the following two days. Its really nice being on a trip without the time - no pestering people to awaken one at some unearthly hour for an early start, no hurry in packing, and I doubt if I should have hurried at all only the boys were fast walkers and I had to keep up. | ||
- | Judging by the moon, sometime about 2 a m. early morning tea was interrupted by a heavy storm and everyone dived into their tents. I was sharing a one man tent with two others - the tent commenced to leak badly so we passed the rest of the night under our groundsheets. | ||
- | Leisurely setting off a long time after daybreak we reached Harry' | ||
- | panted " | ||
- | The cairn of stoner; on the summit holds a small tin containing | ||
- | the names of previous parties (which are few and far between). We noticed one party had been led by Gordon Smith in 1935 and another had arrived at 12.30 p m. One look at the fast closing day and on we rushed. | ||
- | Mt. Heartbreaker at evening is breathtaking - the rain had | ||
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- | stopped and the view was remote and unreal. It is difficult to fathm the mood, describe the grandeur of the dark frowning ranges and express the solal:,nity of the earth. The wide expanse of sky was mP.ssd with dark gre r clouds and threatened another storny intc)riudo. | ||
- | Time being short we did not linger - the hurry was, I believe, because the masculine element of the party was hungry; with a rush the Jon disapparod into the encroaching night. I followed in what I thought were their footsteps and believed that Pat was trailing no, but both impressions wore wrong and I had traversed a consi60rablo distance before I realized my :1-i1stake. There being little purpose. in retracing my footsteps, I thought I would meet them_ at the base - forgetting the size of the mountain and the nature of the country. Down, down I wont - no flickering of torches in front but just an impenetrable wall of darkness and trees. The whole mountain consists of shale slopes which crumbled under 127 foot and for eternity I was sliding down a slope which became stooper and steeper, hushes clutched for support snapped until everything seamed to be slipping. At last I reached the bed of a waterfall - my nailed shoos skidded, glided over the top, I caressed some nettles, descended a considerable distance. | ||
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- | By now I was convinced that I should not see the others until I reached the Cox, and knowing that no sensible person would came the same. way, had to skidder on alone. Somehow I found myself at the bottom of a 20 foot drop, minus some more flesh and a few bruises added and trying to discover some way down the next, which was nearly three times as high - and more to follow - when the torch began to flicker ominously and almost gave out. I sat down to ponder on the situation: I couldntt get up and was not going down without a torch and only had the alternative of spending the night there. | ||
- | It would be inpossible to find a more unfavourable camping site - it consisted of rocky edge trimmed with nettles, and there was no water. I had no matches so could not make a fire and if it rained during the night I would be washed away. If Ted and Ken had been stranded with r2.o, being such enthusiastic canoeists, they may have contrived to produce a canoe as a means of a rapid descent - how I missed them then - but what is the use of waterfalls without water? | ||
- | Fortune for a moment smiled on ro and I noticed in the twentietb. survey of my surroundings a narrow cleft between two rocks and overgrown by it tree. Relieved to find it unoccupied by bunyips or other fearsome creatures, I managed to squash in - at least I was more or less sheltered from the weather elements. Dinner was a meagre affair of dried apricots and biscuits and I thought longingly on gr-illed chops and Tedts custard. Yemories came flocking back of past meals in the bush and I would have given anything for Herb's steal,: pudding thenl | ||
- | Never has any night passed so slowly. The moss on the sides of | ||
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- | the rock was damp, a spider web was three inches from my head and the very thought sent me shaking (I loath spiders), the tree roots dangled in my face and it was impossible to be comfortable when sitting on a pointed rock with uncountable edges and angles, It was a mute night and the moonlight cane stealing over the mountain leaving pools of gloom where hobgoblins and alarming apparitions could lurk. Cold, cruel night with a myriad of glistening stars faint and remote unconpanionable points of mystery. Night was unending, on, on, on, while my foot grew numb, and I prayed for sloop which would not came. | ||
- | Morning came suddenly and I packed shivering. One look over the waterfall and I realized only an acrobat would manage to get down, so I crawled around a perilous edge amidst increasing numbers of nettles (probably more noticeable by light of day), and by strenuous struggling found myself at last on a ridge fron which I could see the Cox, gentle and serene in the early morning while wisps of mist curled skywards and the world felt good. Hazards of the night were forgotten and not having company to talk to for over 14 hours, I raised my voice and commenced to yell " | ||
- | Rarely have I been so overjoyed to be with my friends again for I really believe they missed me, as, after accounting for the | ||
- | night/s experiences, | ||
- | Sunday was perfect walking weather. The air was full of the scent of honey-laden eucalyptus tree bloom, the Cox reflected the bluest of skies and the greenest of nettles along the track quickened my progress. Regularly we stopped to pose for the two photographers (I have not seen the results as yet so I am still undecided whether to take up modelling or not) and still more regularly we waded across the Cox and Breakfast Creek - no one | ||
- | by now attrirpted to keep their foot dry - but I may take gum | ||
- | boots next time. | ||
- | We wonder3d in to Canon' | ||
- | awaiting our arrival and thinking we had walked quite far enough rushed on ahead for another car which picked us up in Megalong again (more rescue work). By this time the automatic walking machines, | ||
- | Yr. E. Caines Phillips advises that a nap of the Cotter and Yurrurbidgeo Rivers between the Cotter Reserve and the Taemas Bridge, Yass, has now been completed. An inset illustrates the Cotter Reserve and its canoeing possibilities. | ||
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- | THE PHOTOGRAPHERS REVOLT | ||
- | In the striking tableau above is depicted the historic FtaDd the photographers on Currockbilly Vountain during the c-,12_=il week-end walk. In this uprising the photographers est,, | ||
- | 3vent took place 3,61.9 feet above sea level. All , tails are faith ully recorded. The background, it will be noted, is white and devoid of scenery. Though this is a device frequently used by lazy | ||
- | it is, in this case, perfectly correct. The background, was | ||
- | mist and there was no scenery. Occasionally, | ||
- | fror the rebels. Beneath the disc of the trig, to the left, is | ||
- | tb':) cheer-leader, | ||
- | ating photographers (as nuch of then as could ho seen above the | ||
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- | 71eng downhill towards trouble, but deterrined to get soriewhere. A; the rear of this defecting quartette is Hilra, bound by invisible tzieads to her food party, but loath to leave her tent and her 1...;a:jer. In the centre of the picture the leader, with arrs upraised b ad head enlightened by the ray of sun0; | ||
- | to the right of the cairn, looking like a s17. 11er trig, is the Hardie pack. Parts of Dorran protrude beyond. | ||
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by Kevin Ardill. | by Kevin Ardill. | ||
- | We now cross for the cooking session, Kiddies, so take up your pencil and paper for to-day' | ||
- | O It appeared on the Walks Program in cold and inoffensive print. May 3 and 4, Blackheath, Mt. Hay, Leura -- Leader, M. Bransdon, and I would venture to suggest that very few were aware it was a test | ||
- | walk. The general idea was to leave Central at noon, Saturday, but | ||
- | Roley, Jenny and yours truly went up Saturday morning, the reason you | ||
- | will see later. Apart from a minor hold-up at Blackheath where votes were registered, the trio were right in the groove. We shot past Blue | ||
- | Gum with hardly a glance (No soul!) and continued along the Grose for two hours. Those with a mathematical turn of mind will begin to see the light at this stage. About five pip emma, ,Roley calls a halt and points out the camp spot. If you ignored a ten degree slope, stinging nettles, lawyer vine and rocky terrain, you might consider it wasn't | ||
- | a bad apot. As Roley pointed out, there was water anyway. Very soon the stoo was boiling, the tent was up and tails were down. The words | ||
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- | After the doings on the fire have been inspected and approved, several shouts are heard and we are six. The stable imform- | ||
- | ation is that the main troupe is one mile to the rear. The info. is correct and then we are eleven. Ah1 you think and reach for the knife | ||
- | and fork and just then someone tosses a question at Eric Lewis and | ||
- | Eric doesn' | ||
- | 0 advanced more theories than the assemblage, but one fact stood out. | ||
- | Peg had done it again. The neatness of the whole business struck one | ||
- | straight away. Someone suggested long practice was the answer but there was more to it than that. Natural ability would be closer to the mark, and possibly the word " | ||
- | him mutter, The Peg Bransdon," | ||
- | Words cannot express the feelings during the next hour, but I would report that at least one person has enjoyed a meal in happier | ||
- | circs. To cheer the reader, if any, I will not dilly dally further. The prodigal showed up approx. one hour later and explained the disappearing act. It was just a simple clerical error, but the moral is, don't stray too far from the leader. The next thing to set down is | ||
- | that at 5.30 a m. the first head appeared and by 6 a m. practically | ||
- | all were on the feet. Our tent came in for the usual barrage of rude remarks re snoring in the dark watches of the night. I must state that I have never heard anyone snore in the tent at any time or place. | ||
- | would swear to this but the TNitor is agin it. The starting gun went at seven and we herded away from water and towards Jt. Hay, The worst of the clL:Ab was over in an hour and later on we were fortunate to find water in various dei)recsions in the rocks. There is one | ||
- | IDrt of the trir, that could b overlooked but under pressure I mention it. There was one loose rock half way up Ht. Hay. One big bloke, never agile at tho best of tires, plonked his number nine and full weight on this particular rock. The rock went and the surprised custoider did a backward one and a half and finished against a tree eight feet below ith the rock on top of his logs. The variety of facial expressions would have made Dobell leap for his pencil and sketch book. Peg Bransdon had the final look of beaten resignation, | ||
- | Peg did the right thing after lunch and put us oq t,3 good track and the party intact (surprising, | ||
- | Risking legal action, I must re0rt that our rock diver got into the bath alright but, when the soaking process was over, found impossible to climb out again. For all we know he May be there yet. | ||
- | EASTER TWEEN CLYDE AND ENDRICK by_poroqiy Hasluck | ||
- | Our first camp site, on the Thursday night, was on the Cambewarra Road by Bomaderry Creek. It had rained heavily during the afternoon, but our spirits rose as we pitched camp in this delightgul spot under the soft light of the Easter moon. | ||
- | Next morning dawned clear and bright and we set forth by car at | ||
- | 7 a m. for Sassafras, a little hamlet of several houses. From here we had a lovely view of Cambewarra and the surrounding country whilst skirting round for the ridge we were to take. To our joy we were | ||
- | - informed by one of the inhabitants that there was a track out to the Vines; where we were to camp. On our way we saw an echidna about the | ||
- | size of a football. It hurriedly began to burrow itself in and nothing could dislodge its hold on the earth. The timber getters had a camp at the Vines - very delectable - on the edge of a large | ||
- | area of mud - so we roved farther afield to a very charring spot. From here we climbed to a vantage point looking down into the spectacular gorge of the Clyde, filled with almost impenetrable rain forest; its dress of varied green enhanced with insertions of magnificent tree fern gullies. Reluctantly leaving this beauty, we | ||
- | found an easy route to the Endrick Trig; Pigeon House Yountain with | ||
- | its unnistakable shape looming up in the distance. On the way we | ||
- | came upon a large expanse of rock, covered with numerous stones in | ||
- | various shapes, one being in the form of a perfect Kangaroo. Speculation ran rife as to whether it was made by aboriginal hands or | ||
- | his white brother. The ridge was rent by great gashes, caused | ||
- | probably by some giant cataclysm aeons ago, as Australia is said to | ||
- | be one of the oldest lands in the world. The first rift we managed | ||
- | to negotiate, but the next was rather a gamble, and, not knowing how many more we were likely to encounter, we decided to look fcr | ||
- | a way off the ridge. We found a cleft, and, after a clamber down | ||
- | some awkward rocks, pushed through somewhat of a tangle to the valley | ||
- | below. Here we found very easy walking and it seemed there were to be none of the difficulties expected, so we decided to drop our | ||
- | packs and walk out to a gap overlooking the deeply cleft gullies. | ||
- | This view was quite expansive. Castle Rock (we think), together with the other headlands, standing out ih bold relief. Our next | ||
- | camp was in among trees at the head of a valley surrounded by water - most delightful. Water, by the way, was very plentiful - everywhere there were clear running creeks. Curiously enough whilst waiting on a rise for Alex and Ray to find a camp spot, we were nearly | ||
- | eaten alive with mosquitos and yet at the carp ite there were none. Next morning on the way to the Peak, just as Jean anB-Jess | ||
- | wore saying they had never seen a wombat, our eyes lighted on one as large as a mall bear, affording us an excuse to stop - not for long though, Ray, our leader, inexorably charging forward to our goal, Wog Wog Creek, which didnTt appear on the map at all. Soon, after a little hauling of selves nnd packs up a wall, we arrived | ||
- | on the ridge leading to the Peak. We soon arrived at Corang Trig (The Peak), from which we had a cycloramic view truly magnificent. Pigeon House, Currockbilly, | ||
- | rose in grandeur before our gaze, irresistably merging ones spirit | ||
- | as part of this grand symphony of nature. | ||
- | It was hard to tear ourselves away, but the weather was deterior- | ||
- | ating, so we had to give attention to lunch; then on to Wog Wog. The | ||
- | rain Gods now descended upon us and in a thick mist we skirted the Peak and crossed a narrow saddle to the ridge above the creek. As | ||
- | the mist lifted for a few minutes we saw the hut which was our ob- | ||
- | jective and started the descent. We reached quite a nice camp site and by that time the rain, fortunately, | ||
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- | earned from this product, by boiling the leaves and skimming the coil. I must say that my informant smelt rather beery so can't vouch for the truth of this figure. Next morning we met out chariot and once more were whirled back to civilisation. | ||
- | W2RINGTON INT3Fc., | ||
- | By '' | ||
- | A recent issue of this mostiillustrious journal contained the following moving words: Your Easter walk: other members may want to know about it...." | ||
- | 7e pile aboard at Central. Le are promptly piled off again. Wrong train. '' | ||
- | We try another carriage. Doors locked. tumble through windows. ',!e are immediately detected and turfed out via door, specially unlocked. We converge on third carriage. Obliging passenger-indics aLIpty seats. We pack them. Peremptory voice demands: " | ||
- | Barrington looms in morning mist. Boots slip and slide on slithering slush. , Rain and mist the whole day long. Cold and clammy, dripping and drooping, we breast the portals of Crosby' | ||
- | liOULDYMESETRIS-J3S. | ||
- | To those unfortunates who \,ere not present at the clubrooms on a recent Friday night, we extend our sympathy. The clubroom was packed with palm trees, rainbow coloured flowers and shrubs and even a war time cargo ship made an appearance. At the helm of the ship was our old friend nr. L.G. (liouldy) Harrison. We were present with Mouldy, in spirit only, I'm afrain, on his recent business (?) trip to Tahiti, America, England and finally his plane trip from England back home. | ||
- | It would be impossible to portray this interesting lecture in cold print, but outstanding was I: | ||
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- | Training and planing around America and then to England by thebuitanith England with the heather, celebrations on VE Day and excursions in London after a chance meeting with Tam Hoppett, who was also there on business. How Mouldy managed any business at all is beyond me. I can only suggest he went without sleep for the whole of the trip. Anyhow to our mutual regret we stepped oil board the plane and after several incidents, if twenty hours at Malta and seven days at Ceylon could be called incidents, arrived back in W. Australia. At the conclusion Ron Knightley thanked Mouldy on our bohalf and if anyr. one had accused me of onT3i, I could not have uttered a word in honest protest. I take this opportunity (I hope) to proffer my services as | ||
- | .batman, companion, or even pack carrier to anyone -1).o intends following in I:ouldy/s footsteps. Thanks Mouldy for a tip top evening. | ||
- | SKIING NOTS. | ||
- | Betts Camp: There is a possibility of obtaining bookings for an | ||
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- | S.B. Party. at Dett's Ca:1-ip for a fortnight in the second half of Spptember. It may be too late to be included in the party by the time this is published, but, if you are interested it would be worth while getting in touch with Tom lioppett, who is trying to arrange the bookings. | ||
- | Mount Gingera: A trip is proposed to the hut at Y:ount Gingera on -Aug. 1Tr(Bank Holiday D. The lolan is to catch the 8.58 p m. train to Canborra on Aug. lst. and return in timo to catch 8.30 p m. train back on londay night. | ||
- | There are several snags in this trip which startors would be uoll advised to note. The cost of transport, including sleepers both ways will be 6/2/6. Transport by coach or lorry (depending on snow) has boon arranged, but, should there be heavy snow we may not got as far as Hount Franklin. From there it is 7 miles to the hut. | ||
- | 4 It is an easy 7 miles unless there ha-opens to be a blizzard, in which case it would 'cc tough going for part of the way. The hut will accommodate 4 in comfort, 6 with discomfort. Some of us intend to camp out, so the total party will be about 10. There is good walking in the Brindabolla Valley nearby, if anyone thinks it worth the trip. The trip will be on if 10 -people have paid Alex Colley 22/8/- each for transport by Fri. July 4th. | ||
- | Supplies of Ski Tax: Bulk supplies of MEDIUM SKI :A:: at less than half pre-war prices are available to Club Members. The wax was developed by chemists from overseas formulae, and has been found cuite satisfactory at Kosciusko under varying conditions by a number of people. The application is for general purposes, rough dabs for climbing and smoothed out thin for running, and also for sticking on sealskins. F. Leyden, 7 Albert Pde., Ashfield, is getting a quantity and will be able to supply quarter pound slabs for three shillings and sixpence. It will take two or three weeks to deliver and supplies are limited. | ||
- | 110unt_Franklin.Chalet | + | We now cross for the cooking session, Kiddies, so take up your pencil and paper for to-day' |
- | Ski FLluipment: The Canberra Alpine Club Bulletin contains the folT6wins irin-rmation: Biddle and Smart, 2 McKinley Avenue, | + | |
- | PARTY AT PAKIES. | + | It appeared on the Walks Program in cold and inoffensive print. May 3 and 4, Blackheath, Mt. Hay, Leura - Leader, M. Bransdon, and I would venture to suggest that very few were aware it was a test walk. The general idea was to leave Central at noon, Saturday, but Roley, Jenny and yours truly went up Saturday morning, the reason you will see later. Apart from a minor hold-up at Blackheath where votes were registered, the trio were right in the groove. We shot past Blue Gum with hardly a glance (No soul!) and continued along the Grose for two hours. Those with a mathematical turn of mind will begin to see the light at this stage. About five pip emma, Roley calls a halt and points out the camp spot. If you ignored a ten degree slope, stinging nettles, lawyer vine and rocky terrain, you might consider it wasn't a bad spot. As Roley pointed out, there was water anyway. Very soon the stoo was boiling, the tent was up and tails were down. The words " |
- | To many of us the party at Pakies on Lay 28th was a joyous return to an old haunt. We were welcomed by the Social Secretary, who held a long scroll of tsx coupons from which he tore one for each guest. Within we were pleased to find that the decorations have not changed. The lifelike portraits of the chess champion and of Pakie | + | |
- | to greeted as old friends. There too was the impressionist drawing of eyes and shawls and things, A new work portrayed two beetles symmetrically arranged, one above, upright, and the other below, on its back, and on their tails were red, white and blue stripes. There was a good amplifier with a fine selection of first rate dance records, and feet and tongues | + | After the doings on the fire have been inspected and approved, several shouts are heard and we are six. The stable information is that the main troupe is one mile to the rear. The info. is correct and then we are eleven. Ah! you think and reach for the knife and fork and just then someone tosses a question at Eric Lewis and Eric doesn' |
- | So she wistfully, sensitively sniffs the air, and then turns, goes off in slow sad leaps | + | |
- | On the long flat skis of her legs, | + | Words cannot express the feelings during the next hour, but I would report that at least one person has enjoyed a meal in happier circs. To cheer the reader, if any, I will not dilly dally further. The prodigal showed up approx. one hour later and explained the disappearing act. It was just a simple clerical error, but the moral is, don't stray too far from the leader. The next thing to set down is that at 5.30 a.m. the first head appeared and by 6 a.m. practically all were on the feet. Our tent came in for the usual barrage of rude remarks re snoring in the dark watches of the night. I must state that I have never heard anyone snore in the tent at any time or place. I would swear to this but the editor is agin it. The starting gun went at seven and we herded away from water and towards Mt. Hay. The worst of the climb was over in an hour and later on we were fortunate to find water in various depressions in the rocks. There is one part of the trip that could be overlooked but under pressure I mention it. There was one loose rock half way up Mt. Hay. One big bloke, never agile at the best of times, plonked his number nine and full weight on this particular rock. The rock went and the surprised customer did a backward one and a half and finished against a tree eight feet below with the rock on top of his legs. The variety of facial expressions would have made Dobell leap for his pencil and sketch book. Peg Bransdon had the final look of beaten resignation, |
- | Steered and propelled by that steal-strong snake of a tail. Stops again, half turns, inquisitive to look back. | + | |
- | While something stirs quickly in her belly, and a lean little face comes out, as from a window, | + | Peg did the right thing after lunch and put us on a good track and the party intact (surprising, |
- | Peaked and a bit dismayed, | + | |
- | Only to disappear again Quickly | + | Risking legal action, I must report that our rock diver got into the bath alright but, when the soaking process was over, found it impossible to climb out again. For all we know he may be there yet. |
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+ | =====Easter Tween Clyde And Endrick.===== | ||
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+ | by Dorothy Hasluck | ||
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+ | Our first camp site, on the Thursday night, was on the Cambewarra Road by Bomaderry Creek. It had rained heavily during the afternoon, but our spirits rose as we pitched camp in this delightful spot under the soft light of the Easter moon. | ||
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+ | Next morning dawned clear and bright and we set forth by car at 7 a.m. for Sassafras, a little hamlet of several houses. From here we had a lovely view of Cambewarra and the surrounding country whilst skirting round for the ridge we were to take. To our joy we were informed by one of the inhabitants that there was a track out to the Vines, where we were to camp. On our way we saw an echidna about the size of a football. It hurriedly began to burrow itself in and nothing could dislodge its hold on the earth. The timber getters had a camp at the Vines - very delectable - on the edge of a large area of mud - so we roved farther afield to a very charming spot. From here we climbed to a vantage point looking down into the spectacular gorge of the Clyde, filled with almost impenetrable rain forest; its dress of varied green enhanced with insertions of magnificent tree fern gullies. Reluctantly leaving this beauty, we found an easy route to the Endrick Trig; Pigeon House Mountain with its unmistakable shape looming up in the distance. On the way we came upon a large expanse of rock, covered with numerous stones in various shapes, one being in the form of a perfect Kangaroo. Speculation ran rife as to whether it was made by aboriginal hands or his white brother. The ridge was rent by great gashes, caused probably by some giant cataclysm aeons ago, as Australia is said to be one of the oldest lands in the world. The first rift we managed to negotiate, but the next was rather a gamble, and, not knowing how many more we were likely to encounter, we decided to look for a way off the ridge. We found a cleft, and, after a clamber down some awkward rocks, pushed through somewhat of a tangle to the valley below. Here we found very easy walking and it seemed there were to be none of the difficulties expected, so we decided to drop our packs and walk out to a gap overlooking the deeply cleft gullies. This view was quite expansive. Castle Rock (we think), together with the other headlands, standing out in bold relief. Our next camp was in among trees at the head of a valley surrounded by water - most delightful. Water, by the way, was very plentiful - everywhere there were clear running creeks. Curiously enough whilst waiting on a rise for Alex and Ray to find a camp spot, we were nearly eaten alive with mosquitos and yet at the camp site there were none. Next morning on the way to the Peak, just as Jean and Jess were saying they had never seen a wombat, our eyes lighted on one as large as a small bear, affording us an excuse to stop - not for long though, Ray, our leader, inexorably charging forward to our goal, Wog Wog Creek, which didn't appear on the map at all. Soon, after a little hauling of selves and packs up a wall, we arrived on the ridge leading to the Peak. We soon arrived at Corang Trig (The Peak), from which we had a cycloramic view truly magnificent. Pigeon House, Currockbilly, | ||
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+ | It was hard to tear ourselves away, but the weather was deteriorating, | ||
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+ | =====Barrington Interlude.===== | ||
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+ | By " | ||
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+ | A recent issue of this most illustrious journal contained the following moving words: "Your Easter walk: other members may want to know about it...." | ||
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+ | We pile aboard at Central. We are promptly piled off again. Wrong train. "Yer can't travel on this train with tickets for this side of Kempsey." | ||
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+ | We try another carriage. Doors locked. We tumble through windows. We are immediately detected and turfed out via door, specially unlocked. We converge on third carriage. Obliging passenger indicates empty seats. We pack them. Peremptory voice demands: " | ||
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+ | Barrington looms in morning mist. Boots slip and slide on slithering slush. Rain and mist the whole day long. Cold and clammy, dripping and drooping, we breast the portals of Crosby' | ||
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+ | =====Mouldy Mesmerises.===== | ||
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+ | To those unfortunates who were not present at the clubrooms on a recent Friday night, we extend our sympathy. The clubroom was packed with palm trees, rainbow coloured flowers and shrubs and even a war time cargo ship made an appearance. At the helm of the ship was our old friend Mr. L.G. (Mouldy) Harrison. We were present with Mouldy, in spirit only, I'm afrain, on his recent business (?) trip to Tahiti, America, England and finally his plane trip from England back home. | ||
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+ | It would be impossible to portray this interesting lecture in cold print, but outstanding was Mouldy' | ||
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+ | Training and planing around America and then to England by the " | ||
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+ | =====Skiing Notes.===== | ||
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+ | __Betts Camp__: There is a possibility of obtaining bookings for an S.B.W. Party at Bett's Camp for a fortnight in the second half of September. It may be too late to be included in the party by the time this is published, but, if you are interested it would be worth while getting in touch with Tom Moppett, who is trying to arrange the bookings. | ||
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+ | __Mount Gingera__: A trip is proposed to the hut at Mount Gingera on Aug. 1, 2, 3, 4 (Bank Holiday). The plan is to catch the 8.58 p.m. train to Canberra on Aug. 1st. and return in time to catch 8.30 p.m. train back on Monday night. | ||
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+ | There are several snags in this trip which starters would be well advised to note. The cost of transport, including sleepers both ways will be £6/2/6. Transport by coach or lorry (depending on snow) has been arranged, but, should there be heavy snow we may not get as far as Mount Franklin. From there it is 7 miles to the hut. It is an easy 7 miles unless there happens to be a blizzard, in which case it would be tough going for part of the way. The hut will accommodate 4 in comfort, 6 with discomfort. Some of us intend to camp out, so the total party will be about 10. There is good walking in the Brindabella Valley nearby, if anyone thinks it worth the trip. The trip will be on if 10 people have paid Alex Colley £2/8/- each for transport by Fri. July 4th. | ||
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+ | __Supplies of Ski Wax__: Bulk supplies of Medium Ski Wax at less than half pre-war prices are available to Club Members. The wax was developed by chemists from overseas formulae, and has been found quite satisfactory at Kosciusko under varying conditions by a number of people. The application is for general purposes, rough dabs for climbing and smoothed out thin for running, and also for sticking on sealskins. F. Leyden, 7 Albert Pde., Ashfield, is getting a quantity and will be able to supply quarter pound slabs for three shillings and sixpence. It will take two or three weeks to deliver and supplies are limited. | ||
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+ | __Mount Franklin Chalet__: | ||
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+ | __Ski Equipment__: The Canberra Alpine Club Bulletin contains the following information: Biddle and Smart, 2 McKinley Avenue, | ||
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+ | ====Party At Pakies.==== | ||
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+ | To many of us the party at Pakies on May 28th was a joyous return to an old haunt. We were welcomed by the Social Secretary, who held a long scroll of tax coupons from which he tore one for each guest. Within we were pleased to find that the decorations have not changed. The lifelike portraits of the chess champion and of Pakie we greeted as old friends. There too was the impressionist drawing of eyes and shawls and things. A new work portrayed two beetles symmetrically arranged, one above, upright, and the other below, on its back, and on their tails were red, white and blue stripes. There was a good amplifier with a fine selection of first rate dance records, and feet and tongues | ||
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+ | ---- | ||
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+ | So she wistfully, sensitively sniffs the air, and then turns, goes off in slow sad leaps\\ | ||
+ | On the long flat skis of her legs,\\ | ||
+ | Steered and propelled by that steel-strong snake of a tail.\\ | ||
+ | Stops again, half turns, inquisitive to look back.\\ | ||
+ | While something stirs quickly in her belly, and a lean little face comes out, as from a window,\\ | ||
+ | Peaked and a bit dismayed,\\ | ||
+ | Only to disappear again quickly | ||
Leaving the trail of a different paw hanging out. | Leaving the trail of a different paw hanging out. | ||
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+ | from " | ||
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