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+=====The Unofficial Official Easter Trip.=====
+By "Eenaweena" and John Bookluck.
+(We are fortunate in having two versions of this trip: using the accepted Scotland Yard and F.B.I. method of comparing statements, we can only say, either there has been collision or both parties are blameless. We publish below, interleaved, the two reports, - Editor.)
+===Eenaweena reports:===
+It was the official Easter trip, and a very wet Easter too, but despite all this five hardy walkers met at Central Station on Thursday night. There were Pat, Jean, John, Peter and Fred. We were only allowed to get on the train after much argument with the guard who pointed out that "the train only goes as far as Bundanoon". Fortunately we were able to convince him that it was all right, and he kindly gave his permission. We arrived at Moss Vale on schedule, but enquiries regarding a car to Meryla Pass revealed that it was impossible to go out there due to washaways on the road. "Maps out" and a conference followed.
+It was decided to go to Fitzroy Falls from where a track was shown to lead down into Kangaroo Valley past an old sawmill. To fortify ourselves for the trip we visited a local cafe for refreshments before setting out. The car had to go via Bowral, again due to washaways. We arrived at Fitzroy Falls after much skidding about in the mud, and quickly retired to the shelter shed to dodge the rain and mist. The party spent a restful night sleeping on and under tables, occasionally disturbed by a passing car, mumbling people in the shed next door and stray drips off the roof.
+===John Bookluck reports:===
+With Peter Stitt out of contact with the modern world, the weather threatening, and the chance of cancellation of the trip, five cheery souls turned up - cheery only because they had not expected to meet.
+At Moss Vale Mother Nature greeted us with tearladen eyes. It was here that the first amendment was made to the schedule. For Meryla Pass we read Fitzroy Falls. That evening we bushwalkers-turned-picnickers spent sheltering under the tables of the shelter shed.
+===Eenaweena continues:===
+Dawn came and our neighbours departed in their little car. It was still misty and raining and wonderfully warm in the sleeping bags, so we stayed in bed until 9 o'clock when a steady stream of cars past the shed decided us to "rise and shine". We looked at the falls, and at the weather, which showed no signs of clearing, managed to get a fire going and proceeded to have a leisurely breakfast. What with this and packing up it was 12 noon before we moved off. By that time the weather had cleared and it had turned out a beautiful day. We trudged along the road for about two miles and turned off down a track leang to the old sawmill. Lunched at the mill site about 3 o'clock and Peter and John spent quite some time admiring old bits of machinery and trying to drive a tractor which still had a brake, clutch and steering wheel, but alas, no engine or tyres.
+===John Bookluck states:===
+Owing to vagrancy laws and noisy picnickers, we were forced to arise at 11 a.m. By 12 we became ardent road bashers, while some found mechanised travelling was easier on the legs. Pat became worried by lunch time (3 p.m.). Already she had read one-third of the book, and by ingenious calculations worked out it would be necessary to do at least 3 miles per day to prevent her from finishing it before the trip was over. Lunch hour was extended because P.S. had sniffed out the remains of an old sawmill.
+===Eenaweena says:===
+We then followed an old cart track along through a saddle and it finally brought us out on to a beautiful clearing on the side of Mt. Carialoo. It was such a lovely spot that it was decided to camp here for the night and climb the mountain in the morning. This evening will long be remembered by John and Peter for Pat managed to cook a stew which "everything" had in it. They will gladly give her a reference if any reader is interested in her cooking.
+===John Bookluck conaurs (in part):===
+Conscious of his leadership, Peter Stitt called us together and made the second amendment to the route. It was obvious to him and us that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Thereby we saved 20 miles of walking. So, within 40 minutes we came to a glorious green pasture. Being weary, we dropped our packs, and devoted our remaining time to smoking and photography. Ah, life was good.
+That evening Fred and Jean saw another good bushwalker cook reduced to the level of Peter Stitt, John Bookluck and Clem Hallstrom. For under the soft blue evening sky, P.S. and J.B. introduced Pat S. to the secret of stew-making. What went into the stew that night remains a deep mystery. F.L. claims that his missing spoon was dissolved in it.
+===Eenaweena relates:===
+Next day we had a not-too-early breakfast and promptly set out to climb the mountain. Found some aborigine spear-sharpening grooves on top and saw beautiful views of Fitzroy and two other falls. Then we shot across to the other side where we looked right across Kangaroo Valley and the ranges beyond. We met a snake on the way - 6 feet of it - and the photographers went wild, while Peter tried to prod the snake into some action.
+===John Bookluck has it:===
+On Saturday morning we decided to climb Mount Carialoo for the sake of bushwalking, since this was no pansy trip, and after all it was only 200 feet to the top of the plateau. On Carialoo we had trouble convincing P. Stitt that we did not want filletted snake for tea - an idea with which he was toying. The snake being large and well-patterned with colour, it called for camera action, photos being taken at 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet and 4.5 feet. John B. kicked himself for not having a portrait lens with him.
+===Eenaweena comments:===
+Descended the mountain, meeting some wild goats on the way, and left the clearing about 12.30. Hacked our way through dense undergrowth, crossed a little creek and climbed on to a grassy ridge at the side of Carialoo. A storm was blowing up, so we decided to descend into the valley before lunch. But what a descent! Nothing but dense undergrowth, lawyer vines, a 90 degrees slope nearly all the way, and some of the party had to negotiate part of the hill by hanging to monkey vines. Pat managed to fall on the way down, but wasn't hurt, and Fred stepped into a hole and disappeared so that only head and feet showed. However, after all our trials we arrived at the bottom and had a delayed lunch on the verandah of an old farm house. It was, of course, raining again. The de-leeching process took place on this verandah and much human blood dripped on to the floorboards. One member of the party even plucked a leech from off her seat.
+===John Bookluck contributes:===
+We left the campsite half an hour earlier than the pervious day, bashing our way through "saw-yu" vines and nettles until we came to a shelf. After pacing up and down the shelf P.S. led us over and down a well-greased monkey vine. When and how J.S. came over the shelf remains a mystery. It was good fun.
+By 3 p.m. we lunched and counted our spills. P.S. did one only somersault, landing on face. J.S. fed leeches and made a b....y mess of the lunch site. F.L. one only somersault, landing on face, receiving three only scratches. P.S. (??? which P.S.?? - Ed.) bore down a landslide under gravity receiving one only beaut blue bruise. As for J.B. - fate probably has something in store for him.
+===Eenaweena relates:===
+We then followed a road into Kangaroo Valley, and it was not long after we hit the Bendeela Road that a truck came along and stopped to give us a lift into Kangaroo Valley township.
+We decided to spend the night camped in the local camping area and as the truck had taken us right into town, we started trudging along the road back to Hampden Bridge. We had not proceeded far when an old utility stopped and the driver asked where we were going. When told "to the camping area" he told us to hop on the back, sharing the tray with a dog. Half way down the road Peter informed us that the utility had no brakes as he had noticed the fellow executing a "quick double-shuffle" every time he wanted to stop, but this didn't worry us in the least. We arrived in the camping area and our new found friend got out too, saying "Just make yourselves at home. I'll be around later to collect". It was the caretaker!
+===John_Bookluck agrees ruefully:===
+While walking along the road wondering whether we had done 3 or 4 miles a truck driver needing company proved most obliging, so saving us another 8 miles. We met another obliging character on the way to Kangaroo Valley Tourist Camp. He was really obliging, and insisted an taking us to the ground, enquired about our tenting accommodation and told us he would be around later to collect our camping fee.
+===And Eenaweena adds:===
+That night we managed to have a beautiful dinner in between showers aid retired to bed fairly early. And then it started pouring, buckets full all night, but thanks to expert pitching of tents we were not washed out - much to the amazement of all the caravan dwellers around the place. It was still raining in the morning, so we had breakfast in bed and got up about 10 o'clock when the rain had become a drizzle.
+After this much discussion followed as to whether we should go on to Yeola and continue the trip, or go to either Moss Vale or Nowra and return to Sydney the same day and meet again on Monday and go to the Show. It was decided to pursue the latter course, and it was still misting as we packed up and trudged along the road towards Nowra. After some time a flat top truck pulled up and the driver kindly offered to take us to the top of Cambewarra Mountain, or rather, where the road branches l miles below the top. We hopped on and off we went sitting on a tarpaulin containing more puddles than I ever thought it possible for such a small area to contain.
+We stood in the rain on top of Cambewarra and munched Vita Weets for lunch. We apparently looked so pitiful a sight that a local man, passing in his utility, offered to take us to the main road, and from there a short walk of a mile and a half brought us to Bomaderry Station. We hopped on to a train and were off to Sydney, arriving back about 5.30 p.m.
+The next day, the weather being fine, we met again and attended the Show, and there walked many more miles in the one day than we had in the previous three.
+===John Bookluck winds up:===
+Rain, rain, rain. Does it ever do otherwise on long weekends? How it plagued us walkers! We had had it. There was only one place for us, Sydney. Good old Sydney. Home, Sweet, Home! So it was unanimously agreed to spend Monday at the Show, where we walked the remaining 20 miles of the sdheduled trip.
+----
+====Accommodation Wanted.====
+An interesting note in a recent copy of the "Tararua Tramper" tells us that the Wellington Walking Club is planning to leave its old quarters. The building in which they have their present club room is scheduled for demolition within the next few years, and they plan to build themselves a permanent Club House at an estimated cost of £3,000. They derive some consolation from the fact that they have paid £2,550 in rent since 1926, and believe once they have overcome the problem of raising the funds, the Club's recurring costs will be much reduced.
+From various sources we learn that there was once a project for the various Sydney walking clubs to amalgamate for the purchase of a permanent home, and one can see certain definite advantages (not to mention many possibilities of disagreement between the clubs participating).
+Tn any case, these days of sky-hig hproperty prices would be bad ones to make such an investment, and, even at present rental, our total outlay for the whole of the Club's life would amount to about £1,600.
+This is NOT a suggestion, just a few random thoughts inspired by the action of the Tararua Trampers.
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+June 27th: June 27th: June 27th: June 27th: June 27th.
+The Annual Photographic Exhibition.
+You've got to be in it to win it!
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-THE UNOFFICIAL OFFICIAL EASTER TRIP.
-By "Eenaweenn" and John Boohluck.
-(We are fortunate in having two versions of this trip: using the accepted Scotland Yard and F.B.I. method of comparing statements, we can only say, either there has been ccllision or both parties are blameless. We publish below, interleaved, the two reports, - Editor.)
-Eenaweena reLorts: It was the official Easter trip, and a very wet Easter too, but despite all this five hardy walkers met at Central Station on Thursday night. There were Pat, Jean, John, Peter and Fred.
-We were only allowed to get an the train after much argument with the
-guard who pointed out that "the train only goes as far as Bundanoon". Fortunately we were able to convince him that it was all right, and he kindly gave his permission. We arrived at Moss Vale on schedule, but enquiries regarding a car to Meryla Pass revealed that it was impossible
-to go out there due to washaways on the road. "Maps out" and a conference followed.
-It was decided to go to Fitzroy Falls from where a track was shown to lead down into Kangaroo Valley past an old sawmill. To fortify ourselves for the trip we visited a local cafe for refreshments before setting gat. The car had to go via Bowral, again due to washaways. We
-arrived at Fitzroy Falls after much skidding about in the mud, and
-quickly retired to the shelter shed to dodge the rain and mist. The party spent a restful night sleeping on and under tables, occasionally
-disturbed by a passing car, mumbling people in the shed next door and
-stray drips off the roof.
-John Bookluck reports: With Peter Stitt out of contact with the modern7731777-7_77FHther threatening, and the chance of cancellation of the
-trip, five cheery souls turned up - cheery only because they had not
-expected to meet.
-At Moss Vale Mother Nature greeted us with tearladen eyes. It
-was here that the first amendment was made to the schedule. For Meryla Pass we read Fitzroy Falls. That evening we bushwalkers-turnedpicnickers spent sheltering under the tables of the shelter shed.
-Eenaweena continues: Dawn came and our neighbours departed in their little car. It was still misty and raining and wonderfully warm in
-the sleeping bags, so we stayed in bed until 9 oTclock when g steady
-stream of cars past the shed decided us to "rise and shineh. We looked at the falls, and at the weather, which showed no signs of clearing, managed to get a fire going and proceeded to have a leisuriily breakfast. What with this and packing up it was 12 noon before we moved off. By that time the weather had cleared and it had turned out a beautiful day.. We trudged along the road for about two miles and turned off down a track leang to the old sawmill. Lunched at the mill site about 3 oTclock aid Peter and John spent quite some time admiring old bits of machikery and trying to drive a tractor which still had a brake, clutch and steering wheel, but alas, no engine or tyres.
-.
-John Bookluck states: Owing to vagrancy laws and noisy picnickers, we were forced to arise at 11 a.m. By 12 we became ardent road bashers, while some fcund mechanised travelling was easier on the legs. Pat became worried by lunch time (3 p.m.). Already she had ready one- third of the book, and by ingenious calculations worked out it would be necessary to do at least 3 miles per day to prevent her from finishing it before the trip was over. Lunch hour was extended because P.S. had sniffed out the remains of an old sawmill.
-Eenaweena says: We then followed an old cart track along through a saddle and it finally brought us out on to a beautiful clearing on the side of Mt. Carialoo. It was such a lovely spot that it was
-decided to camp here for the night and climb the mountain in the morninc This evening will long be.remembered.by John and Peter for Pat managed to cook a stew which. had in it. They will gladly give her a reference if any reader is interested in her cooking.
-John Bookluck conaurs (in part): Consc.Lous of nis leadership, Peter Stitt called us together and made the second amendment to the route. It was obvious to him and us that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Thereby we saved 20 miles of walking. So, within 40 minutes we came to a glorious green pasture. Being weary, we dropped our packs, and devoted our remaining time to smoking and photography. Ala, life was good.
-That evening Fred and Jean saw another good bushwalker cook reduced to the level of Peter Stitt, John Bookluck and Clem Ha1l2trom. For under the soft blue evening sky, P.S. and J.B. introduced Pat S. to the secret of stew-making. What went into the stew that night remains a deep mystery. F.L. claims that his missing spoon was dissolved in it.
-Eenaweena relates: Next day we had a not-too-early breakfast and promiTa7 set out to climb the mountain. Found some aborigine spear- sharpening grooves on top and saw beautiful views of Fitzroy and two other falls. Then we shot across to the other side where we looked right across Kangaroo Valley and the ranges beyond. We met a snake on the way - 6 feet of it - and the photographers went wild, while Peter tried to prod the snake into some action.
-John Bookluck has it: On Saturday morning we decided to climb Mount Uarialoo for the sake of bushwalking, since this was no pansy trip, and after all it was only 200 feet to the top of the plateau. On Carialoo we had trouble convincing P. Stitt that we did not want filletted snake for tea - an idea with which he was toying. The snake being large and well-patterned with colour, it Called for camera action, photos being taken at 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet and 4.5 feet. John B. kicked himself for not having a portrait lens with him.
-Eenaweena comments: Descended the mountain, meeting some wild goats on the way, a-ETMt the clearing about 12.30. Hacked our way through dense undergrowth, crossed a little creek and climbed on to a grassy ridge at the side of Carialoo. A storm was blowing up, so we decided to descend into the valley before lunch. But what a descent: Nothing but dense undergrowth, lawyer vines, a 90 degrees slopnearly all the way, and some of the party had to negotiate part of the hill by hanging
-.
-to monkey vines. Pat managed to fall on the way down, but wasn't hurt, and Fred stepped into a hole and disappeared so that only head and feet showed. However, after all our trials we arrived at the bottom and had a delayed lunch on the verandah of an old farm house. It was, of course, raining again. The de-leeching process took place on this verandah and much human blood dripped an to the floorboards. One member of the party even plucked a leech from off her seat.
-John Bookluck contributes: We left the campsite half an hour earlier than the pervious day, bashing our way through "saw-yu" vines and nettles until we came to a shelf. After pacing up and down the shelf P.S. led us over and down a well-greased monkey vine. When and haw J.S. came over the shelf remains a mystery. It was good fun.
-By 3 p.m. we lunched and counted our spills. P.S. did one only
-PoJlersault, landing on face. J.S. fed leeches and made a b....y mess of the lunch site. F.L. one only sonersault, landing on face, receiving three only scratches. P.S. (??? which P.S.?? - Ed.) bore down a landslide under gravity receiving one only beaut blue bruise. As for J.B. - fate probably has something in store for him.
-Eenaweena relates: We then followed a road into Kangaroo Valley, and it was not long after we hit the Bendeela Road that a truck came along and ,stopped to give us a lift into Kangaroo Valley-township.
-We decided to spend the night camped in the local camping area and as the truck had taken us right into town, we started trudging along the road back to Hampden Bridge. We had not proceeded far when an old utility stopped and the driver asked where we were going. When told hto the camping areah he told us to hop on the back, sharing the tray with a dog. Half way down the road Peter informed us that the utility had no brakes as he had noticed the fellow executing a hquick double-shuffle" every time he wanted to stop, but this didn't worry us in the least. We arrived in the camping area and our new found friend got out too, saying 'just make yourselves at home. I'll be around later to collect's. It was the caretaker:
-John_Bookluck agrees ruefully: While walking along the road wondering whether we had done 3 oFT7miles a truck driver needing company proved most obliging, so saving us another 8 miles. Vie met another obliging character on the way to Kangaroo Valley Tourist Camp. He was really obliging, and insisted an taking us to the ground, enquired about our tenting accommodation and told us he would be around later to collect our camping fee.
-And Eenaweena adds: That night we managed to have a beautiful dinner in between showers aid retired to bed fairly early. And then it started pouring, buckets full all night, but thanks to expert pitching of tents we were not washed out - much to the amazement of all the caravan dwellers around the place. It was still raining in the morning, so we had breakfast in bed and got up about 10 o'clock when the rain had become a drizzle.
-After this much discussion followed as to whether we should go on to Yeola and continue the trip, or go to either Moss Vale or Nowra and return to Sydney the same day and meet again on Monday and go to the Show. It was decided to pursue the latter course, and it was still
-.
-misting as we packed up and trudged along the road towards Nowra. after some time a flat top truck pulled up and the driver kindly offered to take us to the top of Cambewarra Mountain, or rather, where the road branches l miles below the top. We hopped on and off we went sitting on a tarpaulin containing more puddles than I ever thought it possible for such a small area to contain.
-We stood in the rain on top of C: bewarra and munched Vita Weets for 1rnch. We apparently looked so pitiful a sight that a local man, passing in his utility, offered to take us to the main road, and from
-there a short walk of a mile and a half brought us to Bomaderry Station. We hopped on to a train and were off to Sydney, arriving back about 5.30 p.m.
-The next day,, the weather being fine, we met again and attended
-the Show, and there walked many more miles in the one day than we had in the previous three.
-John Bookluck winds uE: Rain, rain, rain. Does it ever do otherwise on lo weekends? How it plagued us walkers: We had had it. There was only one place for us, Sydney. Good old Sydney. Home, Sweet, Homes So it was unanimously agreed to spend Monday at the Show, where we walked the remaining 20 miles of the sdheduledtrip.
-Inammgmmi
-ACCOMMODATION WANTED.
-An interesting note in a recent copy of the hTararua Tramper"
-tells us that the Wellington Walking Club is planning to leave its
-old quarters. The building in which they have their present club
-room is scheduled for demolition within the next few years, and they plan to build themselves a permanent Club House at an estimated cost of ,3,000. They derive some consolation from the fact that they have paid 2,550 in rent since 1926, aid believe once they have overcome the problem of raising the funds, the Club's recurring costs will be much reduced.
-From various sources we learn that there was once a project for
-the various Sydney walking clubs to amalgamate for the purchase of a
-permanent home, and one can see certain definite advantages (not to
-mention many possibilities of disagreement between the clubs participating).
-Tn any case, these days of sky.glighproperty..prices would be
-bad ones to make such an investment, and, even at present rental, our
-a total'outlay for the thole of the Club's life would. amount to about
-,.600.
-This is NOT a suggestion, just a few random thoughts inspired
-by the action of the Tararua Trampers.
-Tune 27th: Tune 27th: Tune 27th: Tune 27th: June 27th.
-THE ANNUAL PHOTOGRAPHIC EXHIBITION you've got to be in it to win it  I
-.
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