Differences

This shows you the differences between two versions of the page.

--- 194711 [2018/02/20 13:21] – tyreless
+++ 194711 [2018/02/21 13:48] – tyreless
@@ Line 201: / Line 201: @@
 Camp fires are the chief cause of bush fires on the Blue Mountains. The outlook at the moment is not promising, bad fires being expected during the Summer.
-Mr. Kingsnill appealed to us to become Hon. Rangers under the "Careless Use of Fire Act", to exercise the greatest care when in the bush, and not to take the slightest chance of leaving a fire unextinguished. The job of the Bush Fires Advisory Council is to stir up the national consciousness and to bring constantly before people the terrible effects of fires and the means by which they can be prevented.
+Mr. Kingsmill appealed to us to become Hon. Rangers under the "Careless Use of Fire Act", to exercise the greatest care when in the bush, and not to take the slightest chance of leaving a fire unextinguished. The job of the Bush Fires Advisory Council is to stir up the national consciousness and to bring constantly before people the terrible effects of fires and the means by which they can be prevented.
 ----
-"SUCKED IN" PI.L...29S1-_21112.L.P134..
+====="Sucked In"=====
-Have yo U been to Kanangra and back in a weekend? If nor, one
-sound word of advice, don't ever attempt it.
-It was one of those spine-bashing weekends at Marley, when our
-cobber, Eric Pegran, suggested lie,trip to Stan Madden and myself (the two suckers).
-; Immediately the trip was suggested we were eager to be off on
-the road. The next few weeks were filled with preparations for the
-trip and discussions of routes to be taken, gear needed, etc.
- At last the great night arrived and a slight panic was created by one of the party, Stan, who turned up about 10 minutes later than the
-scheduled meeting tine. However, all were present when the train departed.
-live, arrived at Katoonba and departed from the station by other
-means than the barrier (to save time of course) and straight into a
-car which took us out to the beginning of the Narrow Necks. After
-peeling off we set out for Splendour Rook, wearing shorts and boots bnly. Our first stop was at Diamond Falls, and we set off again
-laughing, joking, and t inr, of past experiences to pass the time
-v_.
-.
-.
+By 'Sixpenny Bob'
+Have you been to Kanangra and back in a weekend? If not, one sound word of advice, don't ever attempt it.
+It was one of those spine-bashing weekends at Marley, when our cobber, Eric Pegran, suggested the trip to Stan Madden and myself (the two suckers).
+Immediately the trip was suggested we were eager to be off on the road. The next few weeks were filled with preparations for the trip and discussions of routes to be taken, gear needed, etc.
+At last the great night arrived and a slight panic was created by one of the party, Stan, who turned up about 10 minutes later than the scheduled meeting tine. However, all were present when the train departed.
+We arrived at Katoonba and departed from the station by other means than the barrier (to save time of course) and straight into a car which took us out to the beginning of the Narrow Necks. After peeling off we set out for Splendour Rook, wearing shorts and boots only. Our first stop was at Diamond Falls, and we set off again laughing, joking, and talking of past experiences to pass the time away - walking along the Narrow Necks being very monotonous, as most bushwalkers know. We had chosen this particular weekend because of the full moon, so torches were seldom used. We dropped off Clear Hill and then rounded the bottom of Mt. Mouin, arriving at Spendour Rock at 12.30 a.m. and so to bed.
+We were up and away before sunrise the next morning and down to the Cox River for breakfast which, by the way, consisted of goulash - something after the style of food which our rabid vegetarian friend Clem Hallstrom eats, only slightly more flavoured with raw peanuts and dates. All meals for the trip consisted of this tacky substance.
+The next thing to be tackled was Strongleg Ridge, the real back-breaker of the trip. We started off in good spirits and with high hopes. But when nearing the top you wouldn't have seen anyone so absolutely ruined in all your life as we three boys. We lunched at Dex Creek - the first water past the Cox River. After a good spell we pushed on up Cloud-Maker Mountain, where our honourable signatures were placed in the visitors' book, and then admired the glorious views to be obtained in all directions.
+From Cloud-Maker to Kanangra was just plain murder. Each hour seemed like a year, and each mile like ten. Down Rip, Roar, and Rumble we went, then up to Kraft's Walls. We never felt so sore and sorry for ourselves as then.
+We reached Kanangra somewhere about 5 o'clock that afternoon, and after a drink and a spell we set off again that night for the Kowmung River via the Gingera Range. For a large part of the way down this range there is a good stock-route which made the going a lot easier and faster. However, when this branched off we dropped down into the Gingera Creek - quite accidentally, of course.
+Parts of the old Cedar Road can be seen on this creek, and there are grassy flats all the way down to the Kownung River. Walking down these out of the way creeks at night is very interesting, as all the wild-life - wallabies and wombats, etc. - came down for a drink and dash off for their lives when they hear something coming. A startled wombat charged one of our members (of St. George Club) who suddenly woke up and dived to one side, the wombat rushing past and just brushing his legs. (A peculiar thing about this weekend was that three members of the St. George Club had decided to do the very same trip as us on that weekend so we all went along together.) At ten o'clock we stopped walking, lit a fire to sleep by and then slept till dawn.
-dm.  1:41.
-away - walking along the Narrow Necks being very monotonous, as most bushwalkers know. We had chosen this particular weekend because of
-the full moon, so torches were seldom used. Ive dropped off Clear
-Hill and then rounded the bottom. of Mt. Youin, arriving at Splendour Rock at. 12.30 a m. and so to bed.
-we were up and away before sunrise the next morning and down to the Cox River for breakfast which, by the way, consisted of goulash - something after tho style of food which our rabid vegetarian friend Clem Hallstrom eats, only slightly more flavoured with raw peanuts and dates. All meals for the trip consisted of this tacky substance,
-The next thing to be tackled was Strongleg Ridge, the real back-
-breaker of the trip. We stated off in good spirits and with high
-hopes. But when nearing the top you wouldn't have seen anyone so
-absolutely ruined in all your life as we three boys. e lunched at
-Dex Creek - the first water past the Cox River. After a good spell
-we pushed on up Cloud-Maker Mountain, where our honourable signatures were placed in the visitors' book, and then admired the glorious views to be obtained in all directions.
-From Cloud-Maker to Kanangra was just plain murder. -Plach hour
-seemed like a year, and each mile like ten. Down Rip, Roar, and
-Rumble we went, then up to Kraft's Ivalls. 'we never felt so sore and sorry for ourselves as then.
-We reached Kanangra sorewhere about 5 o'clock that afternoon, and after a drink and a spell we set off again that night for the Kowmung River via the Ginger& Range. For a large 13 t of the way down this range there is a good stock-route which made the going a
-lot easier and faster. However, when this branched off we dropped down into the Ginger& Creek - quite accidentally, of course.
-Parts of the old Cedar Road can be seen on this creek, and there are grassy flats all the way down to the Kownung River. Walking down these out of the way creeks at night is very interesting, as all the wild-life - wallabies and wombats, etc. - came down for a drink and dash off for their lives when they hear something coming. A startled wombat charged one of our members (of St. George Club) who suddenly woke up and dived to one side, the wombat rushing past and just brushing his legs. (A peculiar thing about this weekend was thRt three members of the St. George Club had decided to do the very same trip as up on that weekend so we all went alcang together.) At ten o'clock we stopped walking, lit a fire to sleep' by and then slept till dawn.
 We moved off early again the next morning, reaching the Kowmung a mile further down.
-We 'kept up a good pace going down the river to the Cox River and ran into much startled wild life. Fortunately we did not run into any snakes on the whole of the tr#5, which was surprising as the Kowmung is said to be the home of snakes.
-All eyes were kept open looking for Mt. Cookem, which is at the
-junction of the Kowmung and Cox Rivers.' "Therers Cooker", said Eric, who did the whole of the Kowmung last Christmas. But when we
+We kept up a good pace going down the river to the Cox River and ran into much startled wild life. Fortunately we did not run into any snakes on the whole of the trip, which was surprising as the Kowmung is said to be the home of snakes.
-got round the bend, what did we find but another Mt. Cookem. This happened several times, till at last the right one loomed into view and when we least expected it we suddenly found ourselves at the
-Cox River once more. Here we had our lunch at eleVen o'clock, after having a very refreshing dip in the river to r evive us somewhat for the trip into Katoonba.
+All eyes were kept open looking for Mt. Cookem, which is at the junction of the Kowmung and Cox Rivers. "There's Cookem", said Eric, who did the whole of the Kowmung last Christmas. But when we got round the bend, what did we find but another Mt. Cookem. This happened several times, till at last the right one loomed into view and when we least expected it we suddenly found ourselves at the Cox River once more. Here we had our lunch at eleven o'clock, after having a very refreshing dip in the river to revive us somewhat for the trip into Katoomba.
-vue left the Cox and headed up -uhite Dog, which is the easiest of all the "Dogs" to. climb, and which brought us to the bottom of Mt. Youin. Incidentally, we stopped on White Dog to repair Stan's
-feet, the heels and soles of which were one big mass of sticking plaster.
+We left the Cox and headed up White Dog, which is the easiest of all the "Dogs" to climb, and which brought us to the bottom of Mt. Mouin. Incidentally, we stopped on White Dog to repair Stan's feet, the heels and soles of which were one big mass of sticking plaster.
-After clinbing Debert's Knob and Clear Hill we stopped at Glenraphael where we finished off the'remains of our food with a good drink of water, the first since the Cox River.
+After clinbing Debert's Knob and Clear Hill we stopped at Glenraphael where we finished off the remains of our food with a good drink of water, the first since the Cox River.
-No sooner had we departed for Diamond Falls-than it began to rain like cats and dogs. Formally we would have. cursed the rain,
-but all were glad to see it this time as it refreshed our bodies and minds, as well as enabling us to keep up a good pace to Diamond
+No sooner had we departed for Diamond Falls than it began to rain like cats and dogs. Formally we would have cursed the rain, but all were glad to see it this time as it refreshed our bodies and minds, as well as enabling us to keep up a good pace to Diamond Falls. It took us an hour and a half from Glenraphael to Diamond Falls, which was fairly fast going.
-Falls. It took url an hour and a half from Glenraphael to' Diariond
-Falls, which was fairly fast going.
+Our next stop was the good old "Paris" Cafe where we made up for lost time by eating milk shakes, apple pies, etc. and a nice hot meal.
-Our next stop was the good old "Paris" Cafe where we made up. for lost time by eating nilk shakes, 'aPple..pies, et-c. and a nice hot meal.
 It had taken us less than forty-five hours to do the whole trip which was approximately 80 miles.
-Although at the time I was thinkingit was goiig to be the _last walk :fd ever do, on looking back it was an experience none would have missed, and at the same title I say that our next trip there will be by car all the way there and back.
-Marie avles has received. 6 letter from SuzanneReiChard,', Who no* f belongs to the Sierra Club Of California.. She lias been on 'a and camping triP Which was attended by 160 members of the Club and says that, strange as. it may seem, be liked it.
+Although at the time I was thinking it was goiig to be the last walk I'd ever do, on looking back it was an experience none would have missed, and at the same time I say that our next trip there will be by car all the way there and back.
-.1
-An inter-Club marriage took place on Friday, 3rd October, 1947 when Beverley Druce, our Ex-Secretary, married J-ack Watts of the Rover Ramblers We wish them all the best:
+----
-..... 110 4,110
-We hear too thatfRaiPh,and PhyllisHolroyd no* have a' daughter and extend congratulations.
+Marie Byles has received a letter from Suzanne Reichard, who now belongs to the Sierra Club of California. She has been on a and camping trip which was attended by 160 members of the Club and says that, strange as it may seem, she liked it.
-.
-ROUND ABOUT THE HUNTER RANGE
+----
+An inter-Club marriage took place on Friday, 3rd October, 1947 when Beverley Druce, our Ex-Secretary, married Jack Watts of the Rover Ramblers. We wish them all the best.
+----
+We hear too that Ralph and Phyllis Holroyd now have a daughter and extend congratulations.
+----
+=====Round About The Hunter Range.=====
 By "Skip"
-Some time ago I read in the "Sydney Buqhwalker" that two of its earlier pioneers had ventured forth into the Macphersons, and because they did it a long time ago before anybody else had got "tired" of the Blue Mountains, and even the more adventurous hadn't got further north than Barrington, and, as,I say, because it was so long ago, therefore they were the first bushwalkers to have done that thing.
-. The years have rolled by and bushwalkers have been to Tasmania and to Atherton and not a skerrick of the eastern coast of Australia didn't have a hobnail mark on it somewhere or so it seemed. Pessimism made me broody and when I brood I brood over maps, and lo and behold what do I see but somewhere I hadn't ever read about or heard about, complete with bits of country around the 4,000 mark.
+Some time ago I read in the "Sydney Bushwalker" that two of its earlier pioneers had ventured forth into the Macphersons, and because they did it a long time ago before anybody else had got "tired" of the Blue Mountains, and even the more adventurous hadn't got further north than Barrington, and, as I say, because it was so long ago, therefore they were the first bushwalkers to have done that thing.
-And nobody had been there either, so after inspecting Parish naps, County maps, Military Surveys, Geological maps and Aeronautical Photos and writing to at least half the inhabitants of the 2,500 square miles - which makes about twenty of them - and gathering together some foolhardy types such as only a Bushwalker's Club can produce, we got going.
-How we got there would receive a disapproving frown frap the capitalistic elements of the Club, but we left Denman on the Goulburn River, which does not flow through Goulburn, but jolns the Hunter River eighty miles west of Newcastle, traditionally, on Friday night, which we spent in Garrawa Hall.
+The years have rolled by and bushwalkers have been to Tasmania and to Atherton and not a skerrick of the eastern coast of Australia didn't have a hobnail mark on it somewhere or so it seemed. Pessimism made me broody and when I brood I brood over maps, and lo and behold what do I see but somewhere I hadn't ever read about or heard about, complete with bits of country around the 4,000' mark.
-The next morning we roadbashed, much to the astonishment of the other half of the population I hadn't written to. This King's Creek
-was a pretty valley with cows and things and a few lumps of fossilis-
+And nobody had been there either, so after inspecting Parish maps, County maps, Military Surveys, Geological maps and Aeronautical Photos and writing to at least half the inhabitants of the 2,500 square miles - which makes about twenty of them - and gathering together some foolhardy types such as only a Bushwalker's Club can produce, we got going.
-ed wood and a flat floor and steep slJes which we started climbing, after seven miles too far on the road.
-The top of the watershed wound around heads of ianumerable creeklets and was very rough and very narrow. It rejoices in a trig.
+How we got there would receive a disapproving frown from the capitalistic elements of the Club, but we left Denman on the Goulburn River, which does not flow through Goulburn, but joins the Hunter River eighty miles west of Newcastle, traditionally, on Friday night, which we spent in Garrawa Hall.
-station called Corner Hills which gives a 3600 panorama all around the place from Barrington to Uonundilla and it is also inscribed "Baerard Horror after the stream which was on the other side of the mountain which the bear, meaning us, was going over.
+The next morning we roadbashed, much to the astonishment of the other half of the population I hadn't written to. This King's Creek was a pretty valley with cows and things and a few lumps of fossilised wood and a flat floor and steep sides which we started climbing, after seven miles too far on the road.
+The top of the watershed wound around heads of innumerable creeklets and was very rough and very narrow. It rejoices in a trig. station called Corner Hills which gives a 360° panorama all around the place from Barrington to Monundilla and it is also inscribed "Baerami Horror" after the stream which was on the other side of the mountain which the bear, meaning us, was going over.
 It looked lovely from up top, and kept us from seeing a sort of Carlon's down below which kept us out of the valley until nigh on sunset. A request for milk resulted in 2/3 pint of cream per stomach for tea, which actually turned us off cream for quite a while.
-The Monundilla I mentioned is a local highspot, basalt capped like Hay and King George, thirty miles from the nearest pub in any direction, and this is what we were heading for - the mountain, not the pub. Baerami Creek starts up that way and has a road going up
-(e.
+The Monundilla I mentioned is a local highspot, basalt capped like Hay and King George, thirty miles from the nearest pub in any direction, and this is what we were heading for - the mountain, not the pub. Baerami Creek starts up that way and has a road going up it half-way there, so up the road we went next day.
-BnercirAi yarr,apoc_C,-,. Dennlark
-.t teS (Mite. 411,.t. (
+[Map titled "Hunter Range"]
- Ti Or WA LA' k
- (AMP , .'"71)
+More milk, tons of advice, a lift in some prehistoric machine, and oh! joy (tampered with thoughts of cream) we were at last being the first since the aborigines to walk over that bit of country, and I doubt if even they did it for pleasure.
-<;.
-fez12UiBoI M
+It is a very pleasant creek, Baerami Creek, very pleasant, very easy to follow. It has innumerable headwaters, but which one we were on we don't know. In the middle of the afternoon we climbed out of it on to a ridge, and there was Monundilla much nearer now, but not on this ridge which ditched us in some unknown creek for the night.
-,"7;,:i Mt BROWN:
-" co' a / 7 c
+We shall pass over the next day in silence in memory of bushwalkers who were bushwalkers. We were lost with only a glimpse of our mountain now and again. Between the nows and agains we were in the creeks. But somehow we stumbled on to the main ridge and stuck there until, much to our astonishment, Monundilla was in front of us or rather than above us and we staggered up to the top a day later than as per schedule.
-KERRY fro
-tit cyNro..1A M (01Z1/40,4Y.
+I shall leave the view for the next to describe, as I expect even this small work will be well edited before you get it. The other mildly astonishing thing was the prolific jungle growth at this altitude, just like Mt. Wilson. But the pleasant varies directly as the unpleasant and vice versa, and you've guessed it, so help me, having had lawyer vine and nettles your sweet little selves.
-\s,feli BAKER 5;.:- (.a4ROSS(ASILE r4d
-tE
+On the other side of this mound we found a small tent sized plateau, a little way off from a convenient soak. Wood, water and whatnot blessed our dirty socks but the postulate of direct proportionality which you've just read brought on a westerly gale from sunset to sunrise exclusively.
-, f%)
-f 041
+And so on to the next day which was like all the others except that we covered twice as much ground and only one river. Here we were on the Hunter Range following the route of the old cattle duffers who lifted their pocket money from Putty and took it to Rylstone, where somebody else generally lifted it and took it over Nullo Mt. to Denman. All went well this day and we followed the range fifteen miles, past the twin basaltic peaks and high sandstone cliffy lump of the three Kekeelbon Mts., getting lost on Mt. Brown further on, until we got to Coricudgy. From the Kekeelbons a cattle pad winds its way to Mt. Coricudgy, but it disappeared here and there gremlin like and only came to light on narrow saddles where it just couldn't help it.
-T
-.frf Mi
+Around Coricudgy the scenery changed, what with hungry cattle and the effects of bushfires, and timber getters. I redict a fine flurry of conservationism when the place becames more popular with bushwalkers, because although at the moment the fine timber on top of these basalt capped mountains is a bit out of the way, timber shortages may eventually lead to heavy inroads on these natural resources.
-rif
-IRANG
+On the flanks of Coricudgy the track became a road which led out into The Ovens on the head of the Cudgegong River. Max Gentle knows this country and can tell you all about the road there from Kandos. So will I if you want to know, and more, but suffice to say we reached Rylstone two days later, after numerous friendly clashes with very interesting locals, a story unto itself.
-WAW:-1JsA2lly g; war/ r el riIes, e5
-$
-mddin
-RI Pao(' _0:-)-t,-(-4
-CS
-A
-ar
-. it half-way there, so up the road we went next day.
-More milk, tons of advice, a lift in some prehistoric machine, and oh! joy (tampqred with thoughts of cream) we were at last being
-the first since the aborigines to walk over that bit of country, and
-I doubt if even they did it for pleasure.
-It is a very pleasant creek, Baerami Creek, very pleasant, very easy to follow. It has innumerable headwaters, but which one we
-were on we don't know. In the middle of the afternoon we climbed
-out of it on to a ride, and there was Monundilla much nearer now, but not on this ridge which ditched us in some unknown creek for the night.
-shall pass over the next day in silence inxemory of bush- walkers who were bushwalkers. we were lost with only a glimpse of our mountain now and again. - Between he flows and agains we were in the creeks. But somehow we stumbled on to the main ridge and stuck there until,much to our astonishment,'Monundilla was in front of us or rather above us and we staggered up to the top a day later than as per schedule.
-I shall leave the view for the next to describe, as I expect even thib small work will be well edited before you get it. The
--ber mildly astonkshing thing was the prolific jungle growth at this altitude, just like, Mt. Wilson. ' But the pleasant varies directly as the unpleasant and vice versa, and,youive, guessed it, so help me, having-had lawyer vine. and nettles your sweet little selves.
-On the other *side of this mound we found a small tent sized plateau, a little way off from a convenient soak. Wood, water and whatnot blessed our dirty socks but the postulate of direct proportionality which you've just read brought on a westerly gale from sunset to sunrise exclusively. -
-And so on tO the next day which was like all the 'others except yht we covered twice as much ground and Only one river. Here'we
-were on the Hunter,Range following the route of the old cattle duffers who lifted their pocket money from Putty and- took it to Rylstone, where somebody else generally lifted it and took it over
-Nullo Mt. to Denman. All went well this day and re followed the
-range fifteen miles, (past the twin basaltic peaks and high sandstone cliffy lump of the three Kekeelbon Mts.,getting lost on Mt. Brown further on, until we got to Coricudgy. From the Kekeelbons a cattle pad winds its way to Mt. Coricudgy, but it disappeared here and there gremlin like and only came to light on narrow saddles where it just couldn't help it.
-Around Coricudgy the scenery changed, what with hungry cattle and the effects of bushfires, and timber getters. I redict a fine flurry of conservationism when the place'becames more popular with bushwalkers, because although at the moment the fine timber on top of these basalt capped mountains is a bit out of the way, timber
-.
-shortages may eventually load to heavy inroads on these natural resources.
-On the flanks of Coricudgy the track bec9me a ,road velich led out into The Ovens on the head of the Cudgegong ier. Max Uentle knows this country and can tell you all about the road there from Kandos. So will I if you want to know, and more, but suffice to say we raached Rylstone two days later, after numerous friendly clashes with very interesting locals, a story unto itself.
 So now I feel pessimistic all over again. We've done it; we were the first to go right through on foot, and I'll be going there again.
-But I brood again. 1 brood. Brood,
-B-r-o-o-d 0
+But I brood again. I brood.
+Brood,
+B-r-o-o-d ....
+----
 S.B.W. NIGHT OF PLAYS
 Nbt since pre-war years has the Dramatic Group been able to hire a hall and put on a full night of plays, though we have had some very enjoyable club-rom entertainments. This timc they put