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+=====All About A Walkabout.=====
-ALL ABOUT A WALKABOUT
-by 1,REXN
+by "Rex"
-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.
+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 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'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 fall a halt about 200 yards away and we sat shivering in the dark waiting for the rearguard of the party.
-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.
+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.
-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's River and before I realized it I was well up Yount 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, Ivry 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 - "Excelsior l I
+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.
-panted "Excelsior!"
-The cairn of stoner; on the summit holds a small tin containing
+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.
-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
+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 - "Excelsior!" I panted "Excelsior!"
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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.
+The cairn of stones 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.
-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.
-.nThis," I said to myself, 'is the end n Then I rolled on a little more and with only minor injuries was ready for the next skid.
+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 massd with dark grey clouds and threatened another stormy interlude.
-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?
+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 disappared 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 - my nailed shoes skidded, glided over the top, I caressed some nettles, descended a considerable distance. "This," I said to myself, "is the end". Then I rolled on a little more and with only minor injuries was ready for the next skid.
-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
+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 - when the torch began to flicker ominously and almost gave out. I sat down to ponder on the situation: I couldn't get up and was not going down without a torch and only had the alternative of spending the night there.
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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.
+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 me, 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?
-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 "Poo-tah, Pee-:eotah." 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 wont on skiddering down.
-Rarely have I been so overjoyed to be with my friends again for I really believe they missed me, as, after accounting for the
+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!
-night/s experiences, they showed more anxiety for my water-bucket (which was the only one between us all) than for me.
-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
+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.
-by now attrirpted to keep their foot dry - but I may take gum
-boots next time.
+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 "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.
-We wonder3d in to Canon'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 rind much whether they walked or rode, but the snooze in the train (using a comfortable bushwalker cushion) was reviving so of course I caught a taxi to take me from the station to my homes
+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, they showed more anxiety for my water-bucket (which was the only one between us all) than for me.
-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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+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 feet dry - but I may take gum boots next time.
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+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 I caught a taxi to take me from the station to my home!
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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,,Ablilhad one and for all their right to stay up rather than go non, For the benefit of future quiz kids we record the exact at which the