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-MUD SLINGING.
+===== Mud Slinging. =====
 By "Cheddar Chopper".
-These reports from a fairly reliable source ,lust go to show why Tassie proves to be so popular for annual holidays.
+These reports from a fairly reliable source just go to show why Tassie proves to be so popular for annual holidays.
 To start it all, there were twenty-one well-wishers present on Christmas Eve to farewell our four members, David, Ross, Geoff and Frank.
-The boys, walking in shorts, were welcomed to V:aldheim by a fair dinkum blizzard on the day after Boxing Day. After deciding NOT to push through the elements for Windermere Hut, they immediately took off for the Dove Lake - Hansen's Peak area until frozen, icicle encrusted legs sent them scurrying for the Picnic Hut and a fire.
-The Qoohs 1" and "ilhhals , freely interspersed terri f
+The boys, walking in shorts, were welcomed to Waldheim by a fair dinkum blizzard on the day after Boxing Day. After deciding NOT to push through the elements for Windermere Hut, they immediately took off for the Dove Lake - Hansen's Peak area until frozen, icicle-encrusted legs sent them scurrying for the Picnic Hut and a fire.
-"Bon- Salubri ous " " Graz el " "Might y!" "The Most" and various other exclamations registering admiration for Cradle Mt. and Barn Bluff completely covered with snow were quite easily heard as far away as Windermere early next morning, so I'm told.
-Leeches and the grim stories that go with them quick-smart put a stop to any ideas of camping out at Pelion Flats that the boys might have had, but I'm of the opinion that it must have been six of one Or half a dozen of the other as to which was the worse, for there were thirty two walkers packed into Pelion Chalet that night.
+The "Ooohs!" and "Ahhhs!", freely interspersed "terrif", "Bon-oh", "Salubrious", " Grazel", "Mighty!", "The Most" and various other exclamations registering admiration for Cradle Mt. and Barn Bluff completely covered with snow were quite easily heard as far away as Windermere early next morning, so I'm told.
-Reports of bat-like creatures seen through mist and rain clinging at precarious angles on the 'rock faces of Pelion East were told by trampers passing through that area in late December. Could our groundsheet clad walkers be the solution?
-Rumours have it that our Social Secretary excelled himself in his social duties even tO the extent of some embarrassment in Ducane Hut on New Year's morn. Llthough of rather disbelieving nature, we are still open to conviction. (The Editor intervenes to record that he has heard something about another walker being tipped out of a sleeping bag by the S octal Secretary. Unfortunately the Social Sec. forgot to count up to ten or ask "Are you decent?" first. This could be the incident vaguely alluded to by reporter "Cheddar Chopper".)
+Leeches and the grim stories that go with them quick-smart put a stop to any ideas of camping out at Pelion Flats that the boys might have had, but I'm of the opinion that it must have been six of one or half a dozen of the other as to which was the worse, for there were thirty two walkers packed into Pelion Chalet that night.
+Reports of bat-like creatures seen through mist and rain clinging at precarious angles on the rock faces of Pelion East were told by trampers passing through that area in late December. Could our groundsheet clad walkers be the solution?
+Rumours have it that our Social Secretary excelled himself in his social duties even to the extent of some embarrassment in Ducane Hut on New Year's morn. Although of rather disbelieving nature, we are still open to conviction. (The Editor intervenes to record that he has heard something about another walker being tipped out of a sleeping bag by the Social Secretary. Unfortunately the Social Sec. forgot to count up to ten or ask "Are you decent?" first. This could be the incident vaguely alluded to by reporter "Cheddar Chopper".)
 Is it true that Geoff got the crowd "bushed" within fifteen yards of Ducane Hut on the south-bound track?
-Warning to all members, prospectives and friends - never ask Frank to close a M & B tin for you. Frank screwed up a tin  of quince jam on Barron Pass and it hasn't been opened yet.
-Our reliable source informs us that Ross completely changed from travelling togs to walking gear quite nonchalantly on the Lyall Highwq, at the Frenchman's Cap turn-off. Ross, however, denies this most emphatically (nat chi ) and maintains that if it hadn't been for his good influence, graft and corruption would have reigned..
+Warning to all members, prospectives and friends - never ask Frank to close a M & B tin for you. Frank screwed up a tin of quince jam on Barron Pass and it hasn't been opened yet.
-.
-The breaking of carp was nearing completion and packs were about to be strained up an to worn and calloused backs at Lake Vera on the homeward trek from the Frenchman, when David missed his camera. After much systematic searching it was found that the last time it had been seen was on Barron Pass, so, whilst the other boys double-packed, hSnown climbed back to the pass and found his photo-shooter reclining in the middle of the track.
+Our reliable source informs us that Ross completely changed from travelling togs to walking gear quite nonchalantly on the Lyall Highway at the Frenchman's Cap turn-off. Ross, however, denies this most emphatically (natch!) and maintains that if it hadn't been for his good influence, graft and corruption would have reigned.
-Apparently some ten hectic minutes had been spent by Geoff, Frank and Ross trying to discourage a crowd of Y.H.A. members from joining them at lunch by telling them that lunch was finished when David from beside the fire on the other side of a large bush remarked in a voice loud enough for the Whole of Port Arthur to hear, Come and get it - the johnnie cakes are done!" Curses, foiled again!
-Upon reaching Hobart, David and Frank decided to remove their blond and red beards respectively (or wculd respectfully be the word?) in an attempt to became civilised again. Later results Droved to be rather funny When, upon marching into a hotel and asking for two beers and two lemonades, Ross and Geoff, who were still bearded, were given the alcohol, and to their disgust the two clean shavers were given the aerated waters.
+The breaking of camp was nearing completion and packs were about to be strained up on to worn and calloused backs at Lake Vera on the homeward trek from the Frenchman, when David missed his camera. After much systematic searching it was found that the last time it had been seen was on Barron Pass, so, whilst the other boys double-packed, "Snow" climbed back to the pass and found his photo-shooter reclining in the middle of the track.
-IF YOU ARE GOING PLACES CONTACT
-SCENIC MOTOR TOURS,
+Apparently some ten hectic minutes had been spent by Geoff, Frank and Ross trying to discourage a crowd of Y.H.A. members from joining them at lunch by telling them that lunch was finished when David from beside the fire on the other side of a large bush remarked in a voice loud enough for the whole of Port Arthur to hear, "Come and get it - the johnnie cakes are done!" Curses, foiled again!
-RAILWAY STEPS,
-KATOOMBA.
+Upon reaching Hobart, David and Frank decided to remove their blond and red beards respectively (or would respectfully be the word?) in an attempt to became civilised again. Later results proved to be rather funny when, upon marching into a hotel and asking for two beers and two lemonades, Ross and Geoff, who were still bearded, were given the alcohol, and to their disgust the two clean shavers were given the aerated waters.
-DAILY TOURS BY PARLOR COACH TO TiE WORLD FAMOUS JENOLAN CAVES AND ALL ELT)E MOUNTAIN SIGHTS.
-TRANSPORT BY COACHES FOR P1RTIES OF BUSH- WALKERS TO K2EANGRA WALLS, GINKIN OR OTHER SUITABLE POINTS BY ARRANGEMENT.
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-FOR ALL INFORMLTION
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-EEILEE2NG
+=== Scenic Motor Tours. ===
-Sameho on a recent and asking
-NUMBER.
+If you are going places, contact Scenic Motor Tours, Railway Steps, Katoomba.
-w, David Roots' telephone  number was incorrectly recorded  walks programme. One member, contacting the nuMber shown for David was greeted:' uThat? NO!!! NOT AGAIN!!'
-LC)o
+Daily tours by parlor coach to the world famous Jenolan Caves and all Blue Mountain sights.
-GETTING WET AT ECKERSLEY.
-During recent weeks two parties have spent weekends getting wet at Lake Eckersley. The difference was that one party set out with intentions of getting wet - it was the Swimming Carnival; the other party was the Instructional Weekend, whereat wetting was (theoretical]; anyway) optional.
+Transport by coaches for parties of bushwalkers to Kanangra Walls, Ginkin or other suitable points by arrangement.
-At first it appeared as though attendance at the Carnival would be so small that events could not be organised: in fact Eddie Stretton, who was the only member on the official Saturday afternoon train, became so alarmed at Heathcote that she consulted the walks programme to make sure the date was right, and was much relieved to find six others already camped on the Woronora. All in all, it wasn't until almost noon Sunday when there were sufficient folk to justify running the carnival, aad it was oast 2.30 before hungry competitors came to lunch. The final tally was 23 adults, including visitor Bob Grey (George's brother), one eight-year-old (Eric Christiansen), and infants Julie Frost and Robert McGregor. Naturally, a number of those present l'spectatee only, but just enough swimmers were available to make the thing go with zest.
-Kevin Ardill, in spite of a creaking back, won the Henley Trophy, with Gwen Frost in second place: in company with Beryl Christiansen, Kevin also won the Mandelberg Cup. The various events went to
+For all information, write to P.O. Box 60, Katoomba. Telephone 60, Katoomba.
-Men's Championship: Ladies' Championship: Men's Breaststroke: Ladies' Breaststroke: Underwater Swim (Men): Underwater Swim (Ladies):
-Kevin Ardill Gwen Frost George Grey Sheila Binns Malcolm McGregor Gwen Frost.
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+===== Sorry, wrong number. ===
+Somehow, David Roots' telephone number was incorrectly recorded on a recent walks programme. One member, contacting the number shown and asking for David was greeted: "What? No!!! Not again!"
+----
+===== Getting Wet At Eckersley. =====
+During recent weeks two parties have spent weekends getting wet at Lake Eckersley. The difference was that one party set out with intentions of getting wet - it was the Swimming Carnival; the other party was the Instructional Weekend, whereat wetting was (theoretically anyway) optional.
+At first it appeared as though attendance at the Carnival would be so small that events could not be organised: in fact Eddie Stretton, who was the only member on the official Saturday afternoon train, became so alarmed at Heathcote that she consulted the walks programme to make sure the date was right, and was much relieved to find six others already camped on the Woronora. All in all, it wasn't until almost noon Sunday when there were sufficient folk to justify running the carnival, and it was past 2.30 before hungry competitors came to lunch. The final tally was 23 adults, including visitor Bob Grey (George's brother), one eight-year-old (Eric Christiansen), and infants Julie Frost and Robert McGregor. Naturally, a number of those present "spectated" only, but just enough swimmers were available to make the thing go with zest.
+Kevin Ardill, in spite of a creaking back, won the Henley Trophy, with Gwen Frost in second place: in company with Beryl Christiansen, Kevin also won the Mandelberg Cup. The various events went to:
+  - Men's Championship: Kevin Ardill
+  - Ladies' Championship: Gwen Frost
+  - Men's Breaststroke: George Grey
+  - Ladies' Breaststroke: Sheila Binns
+  - Underwater Swim (Men): Malcolm McGregor
+  - Underwater Swim (Ladies): Gwen Frost
 Actually Bob Grey was 'way in front in the Men's Breaststroke, but as a visitor, swimming out on the flank, he paused just short of the finishing line and gestured towards brother George.
-Light entertainment, apart from the hilarious peanut scramble, came in the Underwater Swim, when Ken Meadows described an almost perfect circle, surfacing only a few feet from the bank to stare into the near faces of the spectators: and Beryl Christiansen tamed on a splendid "ostrich" swim, with head submerged and precious little else.
-We noted that the Presidential lungs, strengthened by shouting down opposition at General Meetings, again proved too mach for other underwater swimmers. ITLe also noted that Don Frost discovered an odd peanut in his swimming trunks two hours after the scramble.
+Light entertainment, apart from the hilarious peanut scramble, came in the Underwater Swim, when Ken Meadows described an almost perfect circle, surfacing only a few feet from the bank to stare into the near faces of the spectators: and Beryl Christiansen turned on a splendid "ostrich" swim, with head submerged and precious little else.
+We noted that the Presidential lungs, strengthened by shouting down opposition at General Meetings, again proved too mach for other underwater swimmers. We also noted that Don Frost discovered an odd peanut in his swimming trunks two hours after the scramble.
 The weekend was one of brilliant summer sunshine, and it seemed a pity there were so few to share in the sport.
-Then, on the weekend of the cyclone, Brian Harvey's Instractional V:eekeEd, with six members and two prospect ives - also at Lake Eckersley. Rain commenced at 5.0 p m: Saturday, and When the party pulled out at ll.30 on Sunday morning, both Woronora River and Heathcote Creek had flooded by two or three feet. Alex Colley
-IMPORTANT TRANSPORT NOTICE.
+__Then__, on the weekend of the cyclone, Brian Harvey's Instractional Weekend, with six members and two prospectives - also at Lake Eckersley. Rain commenced at 5.0 p.m. Saturday, and when the party pulled out at ll.30 on Sunday morning, both Woronora River and Heathcote Creek had flooded by two or three feet. Alex Colley delivered his camperaft lecture in the Harvey tent on Saturday night, but the first aid and mapping lectures were abandoned as the weather worsened on Sunday morning. Considering that the party survived about four inches of rain in their camp, that fires were lit on Sunday morning, that no one was washed out, it appears that the prospectives already had most of the clues on being out in adverse conditions.
----BUSHWALKERS REQUIRING TRANSPORT FROM BLACKHEATH a a ANY HOUR RING,: WRITE OR CALL
-SIEDLECKY'S TAXI AND TOURIST SERVICE
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-STATION STREET/. BLACKHEATH. 24 HOUR SERVICE
- BUSHWALKERS arriving at Blackheath late. at night
-without transport booking can ring for car from
+=== Important Transport Notice. ===
-Railway Station or call at above address -
-ITS NEVER TOO LATE!
+Bushwalkers requiring transport from Blackheath, any hour, ring, write or call...
-MaliEM1.101411MOREMEIMIIIIMIMMXIbil=1.31221MArat
-'PHONE DTHEATH 81 OR 146. LOOK FOR CARS 3210 or TV270
+Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service.
-M.M.M.YWWAVOIMM
-OR BOOK AT Mi'.RK SALON RADIO SHOP - OPPOSTATTON,
+Station Street, Blackheath.
- delivered his canperaft lecture in the Harvey tent an Saturday night, but the first aid and mapping lectures were abandoned as the weather worsened on Sunday morning. Considering that the party survived about four inches of rain in their camp, that fires were lit on Sunday morning, that no one was washed out, it appears that the prospectives already had most of the clues on being out in adverse conditions.
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+hour service.
-ERRATA CORRIGENDA APOLOGIA ETC.
-Case No.1: In the report of the November meeting we said: t'After a few comments which contributed little to the debate, Alex Colley moved an mnendment....'i Oh fie shame, blushes and confusion! Not you, Alexl If we speak disparagingly of the debate we never identify our victimsl 1fe should have said 'After various people made comments etc. Case No.2: The magazine for December it was recorded that tJohnVlhite and a smcrll party" had discovered another pass out of the Grose Valley. This was followed by a complaint from Bob Abernethy, Who objected to being styled a tsrnall party". Well, the tragedy continued. We planned to report the protest in,January, and then, in a diabolical moment, referred elsewhere to a 6certain small party". But, blow me down, the first paragraph was crowded out by lack of space, leaving only the other provocative comment. If anyone finds an editorial body foully murdered in Ingersoll Hall, Abernethy probably 'done it!.
+Bushwalkers arriving at Blackheath late at night without transport booking can ring for car from Railway Station or call at above address - __it's never too late__!
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+'Phone Blackheath 81 or 146. Look for cars 3210 or TV270 or book at Mark Salon Radio Shop - opposite Station.
-KOSCIUSKO Cllii.ONICLE.
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+===== Errata, Corrigenda, Apologia, etc. =====
+__Case No.1__: In the report of the November meeting we said: "After a few comments which contributed little to the debate, Alex Colley moved an amendment..." Oh fie! shame, blushes and confusion! Not you, Alex! If we speak disparagingly of the debate we never identify our victims! We should have said "After various people made comments etc."
+__Case No.2__: In the magazine for December it was recorded that "John White and a small party" had discovered another pass out of the Grose Valley. This was followed by a complaint from Bob Abernethy, who objected to being styled a "small party". Well, the tragedy continued. We planned to report the protest in January, and then, in a diabolical moment, referred elsewhere to a "certain small party". But, blow me down, the first paragraph was crowded out by lack of space, leaving only the other provocative comment. If anyone finds an editorial body foully murdered in Ingersoll Hall, Abernethy probably 'done it'.
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+===== Kosciusko Chronicle. =====
 By "Mulga".
-Being a quiet, cultured type myself, I thought I could stand the company of Tine Koetsier and Frank Burt for a week or so, but Binns, Forsyth and Rigby? Well, I ash you!
-Binnsey talked me into it. I didn't want to go really. I don't like walking with women. And food Parties! usm Oh, well, it was
+Being a quiet, cultured type myself, I thought I could stand the company of Tine Koetsier and Frank Burt for a week or so, but Binns, Forsyth and Rigby? Well, I ask you!
-a chance to see some country now just a memory from one blizzard-bound Easter and to tread new ground, so I meekly consented.
-Prize for the lightest pack went to Frank "Digby" Rigby, and the leanest had the heaviest. (You get rid of the TINS and the CUCUMBER and the EIGHT EGGS, etc. in the first couple of day' said the organiser quite unperturbed by my anguish. She did agree, though, that a pound of salt was rather a lot. Maybe a quarter of a pound would do.)
+Binnsey talked me into it. I didn't want to go really. I don't like walking with women. And food parties! Ugh! Oh, well, it was a chance to see some country now just a memory from one blizzard-bound Easter and to tread new ground, so I meekly consented.
-Our plan of booking a First Class compartment "so that we can stretch out and get some sleep" was a dismal failure, so the afternoon of Boxing Day was spent at Kiandra Three Mile Camp. sleeping off the effects. John "The Extrovert" Forsyth found it more difficult to sleep off the effects of a R.R.R. (Goulburn) meat pie, but he recovered aftel.' a few days on dry toast and vegemite soup. The lean one, either through sympathy or evil intent on the cook's part, followed suit some days later. In fact, about half an hour after refusing a repulsive mixture of Prunes, dried apple, dried apricots and (probably the remains of that morning's breakfast.
-Sunday found us roadbashing toward Tumut Ponds and lunch was eaten on the Tumut a mile or so downstream from Where we should have been. Obviously the road has been re-routed since the map was published. Anyhow "one spur's as good asanother, even if it is leading west instead of south and you can see from the nap how easy it is to land on the Round Mountain spur". So, with these famous last words, onwards!
+Prize for the lightest pack went to Frank "Digby" Rigby, and the leanest had the heaviest. ("You get rid of the tins and the cucumber and the eight eggs, etc. in the first couple of day" said the organiser quite unperturbed by my anguish. She did agree, though, that a pound of salt was rather a lot. Maybe a quarter of a pound would do.)
+Our plan of booking a First Class compartment "so that we can stretch out and get some sleep" was a dismal failure, so the afternoon of Boxing Day was spent at Kiandra Three Mile Camp sleeping off the effects. John "The Extrovert" Forsyth found it more difficult to sleep off the effects of a R.R.R. (Goulburn) meat pie, but he recovered after a few days on dry toast and vegemite soup. The lean one, either through sympathy or evil intent on the cook's part, followed suit some days later. In fact, about half an hour after refusing a repulsive mixture of prunes, dried apple, dried apricots and (probably) the remains of that morning's breakfast.
+Sunday found us roadbashing toward Tumut Ponds and lunch was eaten on the Tumut a mile or so downstream from where we should have been. Obviously the road has been re-routed since the map was published. Anyhow "one spur's as good as another, even if it is leading west instead of south and you can see from the map how easy it is to land on the Round Mountain spur". So, with these famous last words, onwards!
 The stream at this point was crossed by a flying fox, and the obvious route ran up through a deserted hut camp on to a steep and fairly thickly wooded spur. At dusk that evening camp was pitched on the first level spot, a grassy clearing at the head of a small creek, just below the ridge top. Four hours scrub bash and still on a spur.
-To regain our true course, the route lay due East through sauce scrub and a delightful species of prickly bush, Which brought out the worst in Digby. Through a little sloping valley, and behold - a Trig! Then to a higher hill on the south side of an open saddle and there stood Round Mountain, about five miles distant as the crow flies, but best reached by a semi-circular route through a bewildering combination of saddle, ridge, valley and scrub, and about four hours distant.
-This part of the trip is memorable for its effect on Digby if nothing else. Imagine the sight of a very white new canvas hat, skimming the top of the previously mentioned prickly bushes, a ripple in these latter as the body 'neath the hat cautiously probes its way through: the muffled, ungentlemanly curses directed at the leader-for-
+To regain our true course, the route lay due East through sauce scrub and a delightful species of prickly bush, which brought out the worst in Digby. Through a little sloping valley, and behold - a Trig! Then to a higher hill on the south side of an open saddle and there stood Round Mountain, about five miles distant as the crow flies, but best reached by a semi-circular route through a bewildering combination of saddle, ridge, valley and scrub, and about four hours distant.
-.
-the-day, and the =muffled ditto profanities at the bushes (prickly) and things in general.
+This part of the trip is memorable for its effect on Digby if nothing else. Imagine the sight of a very white new canvas hat, skimming the top of the previously mentioned prickly bushes, a ripple in these latter as the body 'neath the hat cautiously probes its way through: the muffled, ungentlemanly curses directed at the leader-for-the-day, and the unmuffled ditto profanities at the bushes (prickly) and things in general.
-Disby now firmly believes that freelancers (meaning the leader) get lost so often that they develop a liking for scrub and prickles, and leave the track whenever, they can, to which the leader replies in this instance, "What track?"
-Our hero was the self-elected leader for the next (easy) day and we followed him in faith, until four o'clock in the afternoon
+Disby now firmly believes that freelancers (meaning the leader) get lost so often that they develop a liking for scrub and prickles, and leave the track whenever they can, to which the leader replies in this instance, "What track?"
-open flower covered valleys under a blazing sun. while the leader anC the Extrovert departed to scan the horizon from a vantage point, the Lean One, until now disinterested in map reading because of fatigue following a sleepless (gastric) night, looked at the map, drew some false conclusions, muttered (quite correctly) nAw, about two miles west of where we should ben and went back to sleep. His opinion was confirmed on the return of the leader aid by Frank Burt, Who had been suspicious for some time, because the creeks were flowing the wrong way, but who was too much a gentleman to doubt the word of a seasoned
-TwiliJdat found us. plodding to the Grey Mare huts. The upper one was overflowing with Newcastle B.W1s, the lower one (a wreck) with birds, so we camped out in sight of the first snow drifts.
+Our hero was the self-elected leader for the next (easy) day and we followed him in faith, until four o'clock in the afternoon through open flower covered valleys under a blazing sun. While the leader and the Extrovert departed to scan the horizon from a vantage point, the Lean One, until now disinterested in map reading because of fatigue following a sleepless (gastric) night, looked at the map, drew some false conclusions, muttered (quite correctly) "Aw, about two miles west of where we should be" and went back to sleep. His opinion was confirmed on the return of the leader and by Frank Burt, who had been suspicious for some time, because the creeks were flowing the wrong way, but who was too much a gentleman to doubt the word of a seasoned S.B.W.
-An hour's talking on Wednesday morning brought us opposite Valentine Falls, well worth the detour, and we saw the snow-dotted main range clearly for the first time. Lunch at Dicky Cooper and an to an early stop at ',Mite's River Hut, where the Newcastle crowd had again settled comfortably in what must be the best eqdjoped and maintained hut in the area. We camped out and Digby discovered that the proprietary waterproofing compound of which he was so proud was, shallt we say, rather hydrophilic.
-With the ascent of Tate the scenery became grander and the snow more plentiful on a day which cleared early after night-long rain and morning gloom. It was here that we first crossed a snow drift, cautiously at first, but with increasing confidence as we found that it only looked hard. All except Digby, sneaker-clad, Who ascended trembling in borrowed boots, then later realised that he'd left imp and compass behind, and beat a swift retreat to the foot of the drift and sprinted up again, sneakers 'n all. After that, we couldn't keep him off the snow.
+Twilight found us plodding to the Grey Mare huts. The upper one was overflowing with Newcastle B.W's, the lower one (a wreck) with birds, so we camped out in sight of the first snow drifts.
+An hour's walking on Wednesday morning brought us opposite Valentine Falls, well worth the detour, and we saw the snow-dotted main range clearly for the first time. Lunch at Dicky Cooper and on to an early stop at White's River Hut, where the Newcastle crowd had again settled comfortably in what must be the best equipped and maintained hut in the area. We camped out and Digby discovered that the proprietary waterproofing compound of which he was so proud was, shall we say, rather hydrophilic.
+With the ascent of Tate the scenery became grander and the snow more plentiful on a day which cleared early after night-long rain and morning gloom. It was here that we first crossed a snow drift, cautiously at first, but with increasing confidence as we found that it only looked hard. All except Digby, sneaker-clad, who ascended trembling in borrowed boots, then later realised that he'd left map and compass behind, and beat a swift retreat to the foot of the drift and sprinted up again, sneakers 'n all. After that, we couldn't keep him off the snow.
 A human chain was formed to cross the Snowy above the Spencer's Creek junction, the Extrovert pioneering the way chosen by Digby, where surely neither man nor beast had crossed before.
-As some hundredweight of food had been sent to the Chalet, we headed there via Spencer's Creek, managed a bath and tea and camped on the flats inside the Chalet grounds. The New Year was suitably welcomed and a windy and wet introduction it was. We struggled to the camp site above Foreman's with the comestibles on New Year's Day to join Edna Stretton and friend, and Frank and Tine toured the summi as they had to head for home the :text day. The Terrible Three hitdhed down the range and back for reasons various, leaving Binns to a day of quiet and meditation.
+As some hundredweight of food had been sent to the Chalet, we headed there via Spencer's Creek, managed a bath and tea and camped on the flats inside the Chalet grounds. The New Year was suitably welcomed and a windy and wet introduction it was. We struggled to the camp site above Foreman's with the comestibles on New Year's Day to join Edna Stretton and friend, and Frank and Tine toured the summit as they had to head for home the next day. The Terrible Three hitched down the range and back for reasons various, leaving Binns to a day of quiet and meditation.
-Scene: Smiggins. The Extrovert had descended to the Hotel. Digby and the Lean One were basking in the sun outside the cafe when up drove a Landrover with a beautiful blonde seated in front next the driver. n1 wouldn't be surprised", says Digby, "if Forsyth was skulking in there behind that peach, it'd be just his form.' And who should leap forth, handsome and face wreathed in smiles - the hulk himself!
-"They offered us a lift rit up", he said, "but I didn't think you'd want to go back yet". This on a day When cars heading summit- wards were as scarce as charming, intelligent young ladies are in a bushwalking club.
+Scene: Smiggins. The Extrovert had descended to the Hotel. Digby and the Lean One were basking in the sun outside the cafe when up drove a Landrover with a beautiful blonde seated in front next the driver. "I wouldn't be surprised", says Digby, "if Forsyth was skulking in there behind that peach, it'd be just his form.' And who should leap forth, handsome and face wreathed in smiles - the hulk himself!
+"They offered us a lift right up", he said, "but I didn't think you'd want to go back yet". This on a day when cars heading summit-wards were as scarce as charming, intelligent young ladies are in a bushwalking club.
 Sight of the day: Digby, still in white (slightly grubby) hat, bowing to motorists and raising his lid, speaking the while in pure North Shore accents.
-On Saturday an attempt to circuit Blue Lake, Albina and the Summit was thwarted by heavy mist, so a day of rest, except for the cook, was proclaimed. A road bash to the summit and back next day yielded two five-second glimpses of distant spurs, but is memorable only for the biting wind and all enveloping
-Monday dawned fine and clear and the Extrovert had returned home, leaving an ill-assorted threesome (two of them rather subdued) to head for the Summit via the Scenic Track. The finest scene was Albino., its western slope dotted with ice drifts, which stretched to the water's
+On Saturday an attempt to circuit Blue Lake, Albina and the Summit was thwarted by heavy mist, so a day of rest, except for the cook, was proclaimed. A road bash to the summit and back next day yielded two five-second glimpses of distant spurs, but is memorable only for the biting wind and all enveloping mist.
-edge and broke off square, a blue-ish wall of ice against grey waters.
+Monday dawned fine and clear and the Extrovert had returned home, leaving an ill-assorted threesome (two of them rather subdued) to head for the Summit via the Scenic Track. The finest scene was Albino, its western slope dotted with ice drifts, which stretched to the water's edge and broke off square, a blue-ish wall of ice against grey waters.
 From ice-flanked Townsend, Geehi stood out as the only green valley in a succession stretching away north west. The Geehi road, even from that height, seemed more than just a jeep track as shown an the Ordnance Map, and it turned out later to be a recently graded bush highway.
-V:e left Kosciusko trig..late in the afternoon and traversed the Wilkinson Valley. The track, always faint, faded altogether north of the Abbott Range, and we were left to negotiate a wall of low scrub (prickly) as best we cauld, before picking it up again. The Lean One chose a creek bed, Tiger Digby and Binns the undergrowth., and suffered accordingly.
-From a camp an the first small creek and adjacent patch of level ground on HannellTs Spur, the panorama before us stretched from south of the Victorian Alps to Jagungal, Scammel's Ridge leading to the Dargals, and the Grey Mare massif temporarily put the Blue Mountain ridges to shame.
+We left Kosciusko trig. late in the afternoon and traversed the Wilkinson Valley. The track, always faint, faded altogether north of the Abbott Range, and we were left to negotiate a wall of low scrub (prickly) as best we could, before picking it up again. The Lean One chose a creek bed, Tiger Digby and Binns the undergrowth, and suffered accordingly.
-Hannell's is overgrown for the first few miles, not too hard to pushthrougla,easily negotiable if you keep to the track. Further down it clears, and approaches the cattle track of a decade past described by Elyne Mitchell in "Australia's Alps".
-The afternoon was spent lazing on the flats near Geehi Hut, a solid building of cemented river stones, iron roofed, and apparently frequently inhabited. A seven-foot wide vehicular suspension bridge crosses the Geehi here, and the road reaches Tom Grogin where, we were told, road workers' huts have been erected by the Snowy Mourtains
+From a camp on the first small creek and adjacent patch of level ground on Hannell's Spur, the panorama before us stretched from south of the Victorian Alps to Jagungal, Scammel's Ridge leading to the Dargals, and the Grey Mare massif temporarily put the Blue Mountain ridges to shame.
-. Authority. 0, the glories of civilisation!
-We followed the Geehi as far as Devil's Grip Gorge (some three or fair miles) to avoid road bashing, and enjoyed four crossings. At least, two of us enjoyed them (what's that, Sheila?). A mile up the Geehi Walls by road, and the prospect of the twelve ar fifteen more into Khancoban was losing its appeal. Consequently the driver of an approaching Landrover was confronted with four appealing eyes (the third pair of eyes was lowered in shame), and provided transport to Back Creek, where we lunched.
+Hannell's is overgrown for the first few miles, not too hard to push through, easily negotiable if you keep to the track. Further down it clears, and approaches the cattle track of a decade past described by Elyne Mitchell in "Australia's Alps".
-Digby wished to Prolong tte lunch 'hour to two or three, but fina hands had him on the road just in time to appeal to the decency of another Landrover driver. Binns was again offered the front seat, but the lesser lights perched on the loaded trailer aid acquired a thick layer of dust which was washed off in the Murray, where mother early camp was pitched.
-We visited Corryong, a few miles inside the Victorian border, to arrange transport to Albury on the Murray Valley Coach, and for fresh food, and spent the night by a creek near the local Butter Factory. This snot turned out to be the swimming hole for all Corryong and thei. children, but by now a lethargy had crept on us, and we cared not.
+The afternoon was spent lazing on the flats near Geehi Hut, a solid building of cemented river stones, iron roofed, and apparently frequently inhabited. A seven-foot wide vehicular suspension bridge crosses the Geehi here, and the road reaches Tom Grogin where, we were told, road workers' huts have been erected by the Snowy Mourtains Authority. O, the glories of civilisation!
-The 7.30 a m4 bus to Albury stopped at every mailbox on the road during a dusty and dull hundred-mile trip. Even Digby, who had been sitting in his corner singing (as only he can sing) popular ballads or something, overjoyed at the Prospect of returning to civilisation and comfort, eventually sank back in apathy.
-We were fortunate in finding three seats in a row on the slow train from Albury, but the little Man from the last paragraph soon los his when, in his temporary absence, despite belongings strewn on it as evidence of ownership, an old lady claimed it. Of course, he would have offered it to her anyway. The fact that two stout matrons with several children were later found by the ticket wallah to be travellinF first class an second class tickets (while Digby stood) probably
+We followed the Geehi as far as Devil's Grip Gorge (some three or fair miles) to avoid road bashing, and enjoyed four crossings. At least, two of us enjoyed them (what's that, Sheila?). A mile up the Geehi Walls by road, and the prospect of the twelve or fifteen more into Khancoban was losing its appeal. Consequently the driver of an approaching Landrover was confronted with four appealing eyes (the third pair of eyes was lowered in shame), and provided transport to Back Creek, where we lunched.
-brought about the state of mind which caused him to empty a cup of hot
-tea an the Lean One's right leg. The latter did not flinch, suffered silently, and kept his seat. To this day my good friend swears it was an accident, but we know better, don't we?
+Digby wished to prolong the lunch hour to two or three, but firm hands had him on the road just in time to appeal to the decency of another Landrover driver. Binns was again offered the front seat, but the lesser lights perched on the loaded trailer and acquired a thick layer of dust which was washed off in the Murray, where another early camp was pitched.
-And then at last, home, sweet home! Comfort! Food! Culture! And I only have to see those queer creatures with whom I spent so
-many long days an Friday nights, and then only for a brief hour or so.
+We visited Corryong, a few miles inside the Victorian border, to arrange transport to Albury on the Murray Valley Coach, and for fresh food, and spent the night by a creek near the local Butter Factory. This spot turned out to be the swimming hole for all Corryong and their children, but by now a lethargy had crept on us, and we cared not.
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-After some doubts whether the Boating Race for the Rudolph Cup
+The 7.30 a.m. bus to Albury stopped at every mailbox on the road during a dusty and dull hundred-mile trip. Even Digby, who had been sitting in his corner singing (as only he can sing) popular ballads or something, overjoyed at the prospect of returning to civilisation and comfort, eventually sank back in apathy.
-would be held at all, the event took place at Audley, National Park,
-as planned. Three boat crews competed in the race, and Jim Smith and
+We were fortunate in finding three seats in a row on the slow train from Albury, but the little man from the last paragraph soon lost his when, in his temporary absence, despite belongings strewn on it as evidence of ownership, an old lady claimed it. Of course, he would have offered it to her anyway. The fact that two stout matrons with several children were later found by the ticket wallah to be travelling first class on second class tickets (while Digby stood) probably brought about the state of mind which caused him to empty a cup of hot tea on the Lean One's right leg. The latter did not flinch, suffered silently, and kept his seat. To this day my good friend swears it was an accident, but we know better, don't we?
-John Bookluck oared their way to a resounding victory. The trophy wil be presented to them at the annual Meeting. It has not yet been
-determined whether any particular series of victories will result in
+And then at last, home, sweet home! Comfort! Food! Culture!
-retention of the trophy.
-.
+And I only have to see those queer creatures with whom I spent so many long days on Friday nights, and then only for a brief hour or so.
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+After some doubts whether the Boating Race for the Rudolph Cup would be held at all, the event took place at Audley, National Park, as planned. Three boat crews competed in the race, and Jim Smith and John Bookluck oared their way to a resounding victory. The trophy wil be presented to them at the annual Meeting. It has not yet been determined whether any particular series of victories will result in retention of the trophy.
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 THE BOYS IN TASMANIA.
 By Geoff Wagg.