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-THE smNEY BUSHVITALIER.
+====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ======
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney Box No.4476 G.P.O., Sydney..
-.11LIM
-No.241 DECEMBER, 1954 Price 6d.
-nommagmr....malCoM 111.111.1
-Co-Editors: Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Sales & Subs.:
-Wahroonga (JW2208) Typed by Jean
-Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown. Business Manager: Alex Colley (XAl255) Production: A
-Jess Martin Harvey
-lan Wilson - (FY2047).
-Page
-CONTENTS.
-At Our Monthly Meeting
+A monthly Bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney. Box No.4476, G.P.O. Sydney.
-Leica Photo Service (Advertisement)
-The Hard Way, by Jim Brown
-Siedlecky's Taxi & Tourist Service (Advert.)
-Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advertisement)
-Destination Unknown, by Len Scotland
-Scenic Motor Tours (Advertisement)
-Federation Notes for November, by Allen A. Strom 10
-The Ridgewalkers, by Geof Wagg 11
-Drowning Down the Kowmung, by Dot Butler
-Kosciusko Invasion,Part II, by Ross Laird 18
-Paddy's Advertisement 20
-Paddy sails for England on January. 25th.
-On JANUARY 22ND
+----
-Saturday night
-the Club will hold a
+=== No. 241. December, 1954. Price 6d. ===
-BON VOYAGE PARTY
-to PADDY and FAMILY
+|**Co-Editors**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga (JW2208). Geoff Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown.|
-at THE HARVEY'S.
+|**Business Manager**|Alex Colley (XA1255).|
-ALL JOIN THE FUN!!
+|**Production**|Alan Wilson (FY2047).|
-ime: 7.30 p m. Nominal Charge for Supper..
+|**Sales and Subs**|Jess Martin.|
+|**Typed by**|Jean Harvey.|
+===== In This Issue: =====
+| | |Page|
+|At Our Monthly Meeting| | 2|
+|The Hard Way|Jim Brown| 3|
+|Destination Unknown|Len Scotland| 7|
+|Federation Notes for November|Allen A. Strom|10|
+|The Ridgewalkers|Geof Wagg|11|
+|Drowning Down the Kowmung|Dot Butler|15|
+|Kosciusko Invasion, Part II|Ross Laird|18|
+===== Advertisements: =====
+| |Page|
+|Leica Photo Service| 3|
+|Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service| 5|
+|Sanitarium Health Food Shop| 7|
+|Scenic Motor Tours| 9|
+|Paddy's Advertisement|20|
+----
+=== Paddy sails for England on January 25th. ==
+On January 22nd, Saturday night, the Club will hold a Bon Voyage Party to Paddy and family at the Harvey's. All join the fun!! Time: 7.30 p.m. Nominal Charge for Supper.
+----
+===== At Our Monthly Meeting. =====
+The meeting was called to order and the President opened proceedings by pinning the Club badge on the frock of a fair new member. Welcome to the S.B.W., Joan, and may you have many pleasant trips with us.
-. AT OUR MONTHLY MEETING.
-The meeting was called to order aid the President opened proceedings by pinning the Club badge on the frorof:a ftlir new member. Welcome to the S.B.W., Joan, and may you have many pleasant trips with us.
 Suggestions were invited for a site for the next Annual Reunion. Malcolm pointed out that this is always chosen at the January meeting so please everybody come along with your suggestions to the next meeting.
-Jack Gentle, organiser of the Children's Christmas Treat; moved that the Club supply ice-cream for the young. Alex disagreed saying tbat although ice-cream was a good thing, it could be consumed by children any day of the week, and to take it along to the bush party might prove more nuisance than it was worth. Kevin Ardill deplored this what could be construed as 'stingy' outlook and offered to supply free all the ginger beer the children could consume. His offer was accepted with cheers by all the grown-up 'children' present.
-Dormie moved that we set about hiring a hall for the holding of our Annual General Meeting, so it may be held on a Friday night, as previously, on the grounds that members -like to go straight from the Annual Meeting to the Rounion. Members, however, voiced their disapproval of changing the night from a Wednesday, when the present hall would be available, and no extra cost incurred, and the motion was lost.
+Jack Gentle, organiser of the Children's Christmas Treat, moved that the Club supply ice-cream for the young. Alex disagreed saying that although ice-cream was a good thing, it could be consumed by children any day of the week, and to take it along to the bush party might prove more nuisance than it was worth. Kevin Ardill deplored this what could be construed as 'stingy' outlook and offered to supply free all the ginger beer the children could consume. His offer was accepted with cheers by all the grown-up 'children' present.
+Dormie moved that we set about hiring a hall for the holding of our Annual General Meeting, so it may be held on a Friday night, as previously, on the grounds that members like to go straight from the Annual Meeting to the Reunion. Members, however, voiced their disapproval of changing the night from a Wednesday, when the present hall would be available, and no extra cost incurred, and the motion was lost.
 Frank Rigby then wanted to know what had happened to the New Room Sub-Committee. Were they looking for new quarters for us or had they died a natural death? Amidst a deal of hushing and shooshing Frank was told not to shout, the President lowered his voice and whispered that something was still being done in the matter and we might discuss it at some future date - not now.
-Now the subject of Paddy's Farewell Party on January 22nd came up. Concern was voiced by one member as to whether the Harvey's house had bendable, expandable, unbreakable rubber walls, adequate
-to contain the vast crowd of well-wishers who would be bound to come. It was pointed out that the party was to be held in the illimitable great outdoors and those Who couldn't fit into the Harvey's backyard could Presumably overflow into the street. It was moved by Malcolm McGregor that a letter of thanks be sent to Brian and Jean thanking them for their kindness in placing their home, or rather the great outdoors surrounding it, at the disposal of the Club for this functLm
+Now the subject of Paddy's Farewell Party on January 22nd came up. Concern was voiced by one member as to whether the Harvey's house had bendable, expandable, unbreakable rubber walls, adequate to contain the vast crowd of well-wishers who would be bound to come. It was pointed out that the party was to be held in the illimitable great outdoors and those who couldn't fit into the Harvey's backyard could presumably overflow into the street. It was moved by Malcolm McGregor that a letter of thanks be sent to Brian and Jean thanking them for their kindness in placing their home, or rather the great outdoors surrounding it, at the disposal of the Club for this function.
-To Len Fall's query, "What is being done aboutthe proposed race track on Narrow Neck?" the President said that enquiries were being made by our representative. The area has already been set aside as
-a Recreation Reserve, which might preclude the construction of a race track. It was moved by David Ingram that we write to the Water Board asking just what areas are referred to in their new camping restrictions in Burragorang Valley. Kevin brought to our notice the strange fact that the Underwater Swim at our Stimming Carnival has always been won by a past or present President, and invited us all to come along with the lure that we might see a past or present' President draw?. On this pleasant note the Meeting closed. -D.B.
+To Len Fall's query, "What is being done about the proposed race track on Narrow Neck?" the President said that enquiries were being made by our representative. The area has already been set aside as a Recreation Reserve, which might preclude the construction of a race track. It was moved by David Ingram that we write to the Water Board asking just what areas are referred to in their new camping restrictions in Burragorang Valley. Kevin brought to our notice the strange fact that the Underwater Swim at our Stimming Carnival has always been won by a past or present President, and invited us all to come along with the lure that we might see a past or present President drown. On this pleasant note the Meeting closed.
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+===== The Hard Way. =====
 - Jim Brown.
-Among the things I like to ponder when in a "vacant or a Pensive moodh are the respective merits of starting a walking career
-as a freelance, or as the attachment of an organised club. Since no
+Among the things I like to ponder when in a "vacant or a pensive mood" are the respective merits of starting a walking career as a freelance, or as the attachment of an organised club. Since no one has ever been able to do both, there will probably never be an authoritative answer, but I'd be inclined to say that the freelance perforce learns a great deal about practical bush "navigation" (or else becomes a liability on Search and Rescue), which the club member may miss. On the other hand the club man is in a healthy position to learn camping clues from his fellows, while the outsider suffers from his ignorance of gear and technique. Then the freelance can travel at a speed comfortable to himself: the club beginner must manage somehow to keep up with a party of adept walkers who have learned all the tricks about placing their feet, adjusting balance to compensate for packs, and going through scrub without too much anguish.
-one has ever been able to do both, there will probably never be an
-authoritative answer, but I'd be inclined to say that the freelance perforce learns a great deal about practical bush "navigation" (or
-else becomes a liability on Search and Rescue), which the dub member may miss. On the other hand the club man is in a healthy position to learn camping clues from his fellows, While the outsider suffers from his ignorance of gear and technique. Then the freelance can travel at a speed comfortable to himself: the club beginner must manage somehow to keep up with a party of adept walkers who have learned all the tricks about placing their feet, adjusting balance to compensate for packs, and going through scrub without too much anguish.
 All in all, I believe I'd plump for the freelance as doing it the hard way. But perhaps that is because I started walking that way.....
-.
-After a number of day trips, growing more and more ambitious, we made plans to walk from Wentworth Falls to Picton, via Kedumba, Cox Junction, Burragorang and Oakdale, on an Australia Day weekend. Bill worked on Saturday mornings, so we couldn't start before the 12.16 train (I'm speaking of 1938, when there was a 12.16): it was high summer, the distance was about 60-65 miles, and it was all new ground to us, but the confidence of ignorance is unbelievable. Our gear was a dubious collection. We had no sleePing bags, which didn't matter in January: we had groundsheets, too many clothes, too much food .. and a Paddymade tent which we couldn't push into our crowded military type packs, and took it in turn to carry by hand. Saturday night found US at the foot of Kedumba Pass, drinking great draughts of unboiled water from the Creek (no one had told us of its antecedentsft and trying to pitch the tent.
+After a number of day trips, growing more and more ambitious, we made plans to walk from Wentworth Falls to Picton, via Kedumba, Cox Junction, Burragorang and Oakdale, on an Australia Day weekend. Bill worked on Saturday mornings, so we couldn't start before the 12.16 train (I'm speaking of 1938, when there was a 12.16): it was high summer, the distance was about 60-65 miles, and it was all new ground to us, but the confidence of ignorance is unbelievable. Our gear was a dubious collection. We had no sleeping bags, which didn't matter in January: we had groundsheets, too many clothes, too much food... and a Paddymade tent which we couldn't push into our crowded military type packs, and took it in turn to carry by hand. Saturday night found us at the foot of Kedumba Pass, drinking great draughts of unboiled water from the Creek (no one had told us of its antecedents!) and trying to pitch the tent.
-I was for ewinging the tent between two trees, but Bill, who had made the hiring, had been told that two loose sticks was the correct drill. He did, however, share my doubt about the little skewers of wire... they would never hold the thing up. We broke up several of the fireplaces of stones and made cairns, mounting the poles upright in the middle of the rocks, then proceeded to tie the ridge cord of the tent to them. Of course, the sticks were too far apart, so we broke up one cairn and moved it in, and then the pole fell down just so soon as we tied the tent to it and left off holding it up. After expenditure of much time and effort, we had a draped structure which would have been demolished by a decent puff of wind, and all we had to do was pin out the sides. As quickly as we drew out one side, the tent would fall over on that flank, scattering the cairns. Presently we devised the system of pegging simultaneously on opposite sides and, apart from the collapse of one pole during the operation, we succeeded It had taken UB from 6 p m. until 7.30. Happily there was no wind that night. Of course, we'd never heard about pegging tent to ground first.
-There is no pleasure in recalling the two da7s Which followed, while we staggered on skinned feet as far as Central Burragorang, and there joined a bus. We were often violently sick from the noxious Kedumba water. I came to the momentous decision that I was done with tents. This coloured a great deal of my later freelancing: in fact, I didn't learn to put up a walker's tent until 1946, when I joined the Club. Silly? Yes, but it had taken two of us hours to put up a tent - how long would it need when I went alone, as I often did?
+I was for swinging the tent between two trees, but Bill, who had made the hiring, had been told that two loose sticks was the correct drill. He did, however, share my doubt about the little skewers of wire... they would never hold the thing up. We broke up several of the fireplaces of stones and made cairns, mounting the poles upright in the middle of the rocks, then proceeded to tie the ridge cord of the tent to them. Of course, the sticks were too far apart, so we broke up one cairn and moved it in, and then the pole fell down just so soon as we tied the tent to it and left off holding it up. After expenditure of much time and effort, we had a draped structure which would have been demolished by a decent puff of wind, and all we had to do was pin out the sides. As quickly as we drew out one side, the tent would fall over on that flank, scattering the cairns. Presently we devised the system of pegging simultaneously on opposite sides and, apart from the collapse of one pole during the operation, we succeeded. It had taken us from 6 p.m. until 7.30. Happily there was no wind that night. Of course, we'd never heard about pegging tent to ground first.
-During that tentless era, I struck quite a few hard times. I was lucky in one respect - the years 1938-39-40-41 were droughty, and it seldom rained on me. On one occasion when it did, I packed my traps in a feverish hurry in the beginnings of a shower, and started off at 1.30 a m. along the track looking for an overhang, while lightnings flickered behind Mouin and Warrigal. After half an hour the rain stopped, a few stars winked in the south-west, and I curled up under a large gum tree, just off the Megalong Valley road. The root system made a series of abrupt ridges under my side, but somehow I actually slept there an hour or two.
-There was the time, too, when I set out for my first trip to
+There is no pleasure in recalling the two days which followed, while we staggered on skinned feet as far as Central Burragorang, and there joined a bus. We were often violently sick from the noxious Kedumba water. I came to the momentous decision that I was done with tents. This coloured a great deal of my later freelancing: in fact, I didn't learn to put up a walker's tent until 1946, when I joined the Club. Silly? Yes, but it had taken two of us hours to put up a tent - how long would it need when I went alone, as I often did?
-Kanangra. The new road had been pushed as far as Morong Creek, where
-.
+During that tentless era, I struck quite a few hard times. I was lucky in one respect - the years 1938-39-40-41 were droughty, and it seldom rained on me. On one occasion when it did, I packed my traps in a feverish hurry in the beginnings of a shower, and started off at 1.30 a.m. along the track looking for an overhang, while lightnings flickered behind Mouin and Warrigal. After half an hour the rain stopped, a few stars winked in the south-west, and I curled up under a large gum tree, just off the Megalong Valley road. The root system made a series of abrupt ridges under my side, but somehow I actually slept there an hour or two.
-IMPORTANT TRANSPORT NOTICE.
+There was the time, too, when I set out for my first trip to Kanangra. The new road had been pushed as far as Morong Creek, where there were tents for the construction gangs. I arrived at 7.30 p.m. on Good Friday, solo, tentless, without a sleeping bag, having walked out from Jenolan Caves during the afternoon. The deserted tents looked inviting, especially the one with the wire mattress in it, and after a bite of chocolate and biscuit, I put on all my clothes, wrapped the groundsheet around me, and turned in on the bed. At that time I was still warm from walking, but as the chill of 4,000-ft. crept into the Easter-tide air, and little cold draughts blew up through the griddle of my mattress.... my hat, was it bleak! The wire, creaked under my writhing body, the full moon silvered the road-works and the dewy grasses outside, until, at about 4 a.m. I could endure no more, and pushed on towards the Walls.
-BUSHWALKERS REQUIRING TRANSPORT FROM BLACKHEATH    ANY HOUR RING WRITE OR CALL
-SIEDLFOKYTS TAXI AID TOURIST SERVICE
+The next night I spent on Hughes Ridge, overtaken by darkness on the way down. It was much warmer on the ground, but the slope so acute that I spent the night waking, climbing back to my groundsheet, carrying that up to where my pack rested - then settling down again.
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+Presently I grew cunning and knew most of the abandoned shanties and good caves, especially those nifty little one-man caves, lying near the main tracks on the Blue Mountains. Even now, I don't despise a decent sandstone overhang on a stormy night. The great blow fell on my first post-war trip out along King's Tableland, where we regularly staged at the old shanty at Nott's Swamp. This time, as we dropped down the ruinous road (1946, remember) into the Swamp, we realised that the hut had gone - burned in a bushfire several years before as far as we could judge. The night threatened storm, and we knew of no cave for several miles (with a hut, who had bothered to look for caves?). There was, however, a tank - a large cylindrical one, at least six feet deep - lying on its side, with its open end in a sheltered direction. My ribs and hips, accustomed to the modified luxury of stretchers, ached when I thought of those corrugations, so we spread some grasses in the "tanctuary" as we dubbed it: we drew water from the rock pool in the creek bed just below (and found in the morning that you couldn't dredge up a cup of water without a generous quota of tadpoles), and spent a grim night crowded together on the curving hillocks of iron.
-BUSHWALKERS arriving at Blackheath late at night without transport booking can ring for car from Railway Station or call at above address -- IT TS NEVER TOO LATE!
-====,...,========i41=====
+Only a month later, on my second post-war walk, I spent my last tent-less night, huddled under a groundsheet at the foot of Starlight's Track. It was sweltering hot in the sleeping bag, the casuarinas above broke the rain only a little, and thunderbolts snarled and crackled between the Nattai Valley walls. After this particular spasm of misery I invested in a tent, and resolutely pitched it between two trees until I learned better.
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-OR BOOK AT MARK SALON RADIO SHOP - OPP. STATION.
+One other particular form of strife plagued my early walking - the bilious water of Kedumba Creek. Naturally, I hadn't ascribed my sickness of our first overnight trip to such exquisitely cool, clear water. So, next trip that way, coming up from the Cox, I lunched on Sunday at Kedumba Crossing. Apart from sunburn, legs lacerated by lawyer vines, blisters on six toes and a broken watch, I was still in good walking order, but as I mounted the Pass I seemed unconscionably thirsty, and took frequent sips from the billy I carried: and I was decidedly queasy. Near the top two chaps leading horses, and pounding along in the heat at great pace, overtook me, and asked if I knew where they could get a drink. I offered them the rest of my billy, then limped drearily on and up. Near the Q.V. Homes I passed them, prostrate and green, lying by the trail. My generosity and their own exertion had done the trick. Very, very late I dragged into Wentwortlh Falls, to travel in an empty box compartment on the train, thankful there was no one to witness my misery, or stand between me and the lift-up seat.
-there were tents for the construction gangs. I arrived at 7.30 p m. on Good Friday, solo, tentless, without a sleeping bag, having walked out from Jenolan Caves during the afternoon. The deserted tents looked inviting, especially the one with the wire mattress in it, an(9_ after a bite of chocolate and biscuit, I put on all my clothes, wrapped the groundsheet around me, and turned in on the bed. At tha time I was still warm from walking, but as the chill of 4,000-ft. crept into the Easter-tide air, and little cold draughts blew up through the griddle of my mattress....my hat, was it bleak! The wire, creaked under my writhing body, the full moon silvered the road-works and the dewy grasses outside, until, at about 4 a m. I could endure no more, and pushed on towards the Walls.
-The next night I spent on Hughes Ridge, overtaken by darkness on the way down. It was much warner on the ground, but the slope so acute that I spent the night waking, climbing back to my groundsheet, carrying that up to where my pack rested - then settling down again.
+I think I rumbled Kedumba Creek after that - I know the next time I came that way I was determined to dodge Kedumba water. It was a hottish March day, the Kowmung and Cox a series of puddles, with dead cattle lying along the banks, and the first running water I struck was just above Harris Humpy. It was my first time along this part of the Cox, and how was I to know that Kedumba crept quietly out of a tiny gully and made the river flow for a few yards? This time, carrying my billy of "Cox River" water I was ill long before I reachecl Maxwell's old farm.
-Presently I grew cunning and knew most of the abandoned shantief, and good caves, especially those nifty little one-man caves, lying near the main tracks on the Blue Mountains. Even now, I donTt despise a decent sandstone overhang on a stormy night. The great blow fell on my first post-war trip out Elong KingTs Tableland, where we regularly staged at the old shanty at NottTs Swamp. This tine, ca:: we dropped down the ruinous road (1946, remember) into the Swamp, we
-.
+There are other cases I could quote to prove that the freelance does it the hard way. There was the horrible trip down the Grose with a game leg, and the camp on a steep bank of wet sand. There was the night lying on splintery logs in one of the old shanties near Budthingeroo on Kanangra Road - with a badly sunburned back, too. There was the time I couldn't find the pass up Burnt Flat Creek from the Wollondilly and had to slug it out thirty miles along the Wombeyan Caves road an a broiling February day: and the time my sneakers packed up and developed holes in the soles on the second day of an eight-day trip...
-realised that the hut had gone - burned in a bushf ire several years before as far as we could judge. The night threatened storm, and we knew of no cave for several miles (with a_hut, who had bothered to look for caves?). There was, however, a tank - a large cylindrical one, at least six feet deep - lying on its side, with its open end in a sheltered direction. My ribs and hips, accustomed to the modified luxury of stretchers, ached when I thought of those corrugations, so we spread some grasses in the litanctuary" as we dubbed it: we drew water from the rock pool in the creek bed just below (and found in the morning that you couldnft dredge up a cup of water without a generous quota of tadpoles), and spent a grim night crowded together on the curving hillocks of iron.
-Only a month later, on my second post-war walk, I spent my last tent-less night, huddled under a groundsheet at the foot of Starlight: Track. It was sweltering hot in the sleeping bag, the casuarinas above broke the rain only a little, and thunderbolts snarled and crackled between the Nattai Valley walls. After this particular spasm of misery I invested in a tent, and resolutely pitched it between two trees until I learned better.
+In fact, come to think ot it... it's a wonder I survived long enough to join a walking club at all.
-One other particular form of strife plagued my early walking - the bilious water of Kedumba Creek. Naturally, I hadnft ascribed my sickness of our first overnight trip to such exquisitely cool, clear water. So, next trip that way, coming up from the Cox, I lunched on Sunday at Kedumba Crossing. Apart from sunburn, legs lacerated by lawyer vines, blisters on six toes and a broken watch, I was still in good walking order, but as I mounted the Pass I seemed unconscionably thirsty, and took frequent sips from the billy I carried: and I was decidedly queasy. Near the top two chaps leading horses, and pounding along in the heat at great pace, overtook me, and asked if I knew where they could get a drink. I offered them the rest of my billy, then limped drearily on and up. Near the Q.V. Homes I passed them, Prostrate and green, lying by the trail. My generosity and their own exertion had done the trick. Very, very late I dragged into Wentwortl] Falls, to travel in an empty box compartment on the train, thankful there was no one to witness my misery, or stand between me and the lift-up seat.
-I think I rumbled Kedumba Creek after that - I know the next time I came that way I was determined to dodge Kedumba water. It was a hottish March day, the Kowmung tind Cox a series of puddles, with dead cattle lying along the banks, and the first running water I struck was just above Harris Humpy. It was my first time along this part of the Cox, and how was I to know that Kedumba crept quietly out of a tiny gully and made the river flow for a few yards? This time, carrying my billy of "Cox River" water I was ill long before I reachecl Maxwell r5-old farm.
+----
-There are other cases I could quote to prove that the freelance does it the hard way. There was the horrible trip down the Grose with a game leg, and the camp on a steep bank of wet sand. There was the night lying on splintery logs in one of the old shanties near Budthingeroo on Kanangra Road - with a badly sunburned back, too. There was the time I couldnft find the pass up Burnt Flat Creek from the Wollondilly and had to slug it out thirty miles along the Wombeyan
-.
+=== Important Transport Notice. ===
-Caves road an a broiling February day: ard the time my sneakers packed up and developed holes in the soles on the second day of an eight-day trip
-In fact, come to think ot it  its a wonder I survived long enough to join a walking club at all.
+Bushwalkers requiring transport from Blackheath, any hour, ring, write or call...
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+Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service.
-- Len Scotlaad.
-  It was the 6-Hour weekend at Albina Lodge. Only three of us werJ there at the time ard Richard asked me if I would like to "make a trip". We left the hut rather late in the morning, about 10 o'clock, poor visibility, and cleaning ard tidying of the hut causing the dela: Richard would not tell me the destination: sorry, it was a surprise. We headed north on a climbing traverse under thebrow of Northcote to the Northcote-Lee saddle, then behind Lee and up over Carruthers. We ran down towards Sunshine, then continued northwards keeping well up near the tops. Finally our leader came to the spot he intended going over and we all made a beautiful zig-zagging run down a spur between Carruthers and Anderson which brought us to a lunch spot looking up
+Station Street, Blackheath.
-towards Sentinal Peak. Now I knew the objective,biat I thought it
-was rathea;-171-5-77n7making the attempt. We lunched in the warm sunshine on a spot free of snow rind gave 11.13 the idea of climbing and
+hour service.
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-ON YOUR SUMMER HOLIDAY TRIP WITH
+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__!
-VEGETARIAN FOOD S.
-NUTMEAT AND NUTOLENE IN 8 AND 16 OZ. TAS - CONCENTRATED MEAT SUBSTITUTES.
+'Phone Blackheath 81 or 146. Look for cars 3210 or TV270 or book at Mark Salon Radio Shop - opposite Station.
-BROWN BEANS, LENTILS AND LIMA BEANS - LIGHT, MOISTURE FREE - EASY TO PACK, KEEP INDEFINITELY.
-FOR CHRISTMAS DINNER: MIXED NUTS, ALMONDS, RAISINS, MUSCATELS,
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+Nutmeat and Nutolene in 8 and 16 oz. tins - concentrated meat substitutes.
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+Brown beans, lentils and lima beans - light, moisture free - easy to pack, keep indefinitely.
-running the Sentinal because it was too late.
-After lunch Richard decided to Climb "somenof the peak, say as far as the saddle, so off we set down narrow snow tongues on the side of the ridge - down to the creek dividing us from our objective. It was late in. the season ana the creek was fast flowing and mostly open, We managed to Cross on a. snow bridge, and donning skins we
+For Christmas dinner: mixed nuts, almonds, raisins, muscatels, fancy figs and dried fruit sweets, sanitarium fruit cake.
-started our Climb - 1,000 ft. measured by altimeter. The snow this
-year had fallen "all at once" instead of the more usual falls followed by consolidating frosts. Consequently, although my skins_ gripped the
+And for Christmas presents, "your delight" - attractive boxes of glace fruits, muscatels, dried fruits and almonds. Also presentation plastic boxes of muscatels and almonds.
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-top layers of snow, these were not cohering to the under I.yers of snow, and I max-if:Aged to climb only with the greatest of effort, having to use both sticks all the time. If I let up for a moment I would slide back, even though I was taking as shallow a traverse as possible on such a steep slope. Richard and his wife did not have as much difficulty as I did which I think was due to their weighing only 8 stone compared with any Time and time again I rade a resolve
+From...
-to stop at the end of the traverse and give it up, but each time I turned and st7a..stred a new traverse saying "only as 'far as the saddle" for 1-ladn't Richard said we would only go that far, 'due to the lateness of the hour.
-At last we reached the saddle and had a short rest but now, instead of going down, he made up along the ridge! The snow was different here, affording a good grip, which was just as well as the ridge is no more than 2-ft. wide wi.7,th an almost sheer drop on the north side, and the steep slope we had just climbed to the south. Soon the ridge became too steep to climb with skis straight ahead, so we heatringboned with tins over each side, later changing to side stepping,oY,3g the centre 2-ft. of the skis being on the snow, the heels and tips hanging in space. So we reached the t op, which seemed to re about 10-ft. across. Richard took a photo of us at the cairn.
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-There. was a strong wind blowing so we 'soon made ready for the run down. I suggested we return the way we had come up, but Richard indicated the steepest slope ard said "We go down there". Before we sL:artecl I felt as though I would be embarking on my first parachUte jun7), -b7:_t once started I was alrjght. Richard, Trudy,. then myself went over the edge and made a beautiful 70-ft. side-slip traverse, then rotaid e_rto cristies, zig-zagging back and forth across the slope. I was enjcyl s.Irr, the run and had. passed Trudy and. was up near Richard when I sa iae now on the slope near him start to slide after him,
-celled out a Tvarning, but ELF he ns de a ttirn the snow ran over his
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-and it ke:st pouring in from all arbund and carrying him down at a vapftd rate., I had managed to pull up, and was horrified to see Rietard rapidly growing simnel., as he disappeared down the slope. The aoi 1-zel:tt pet:es:17:12; into the gully with a rattling, hissing sound, arrl eating its way up the slope I've  had already run for about 300-ft.
-at i tcwoing ibove us, e's:pect1n.2. the lot to come down and engrj...f all three of us 9 whisking us off, indeed to Destination
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-u- Iturned. s3ostafl' as Trudy stopped, and she looked her concern
-f:17 esotpood? I 10 rebended to be ve:r..ry matter of fact
+===== Destination Unknown. =====
-as I told 1-1r the trilow- had ?oeld RieiacI skis and taken them down,
-but had visions of him being swept into the creek with, tons of snow on top bf him.
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+It was the 6-Hour weekend at Albina Lodge. Only three of us were there at the time and Richard asked me if I would like to "make a trip". We left the hut rather late in the morning, about 10 o'clock, poor visibility, and cleaning and tidying of the hut causing the delay. Richard would not tell me the destination: sorry, it was a surprise. We headed north on a climbing traverse under the brow of Northcote to the Northcote-Lee saddle, then behind Lee and up over Carruthers. We ran down towards Sunshine, then continued northwards keeping well up near the tops. Finally our leader came to the spot he intended going over and we all made a beautiful zig-zagging run down a spur between Carruthers and Anderson which brought us to a lunch spot looking up towards __Sentinal Peak__. Now I knew the objective, but I thought it was rather too late to be making the attempt. We lunched in the warm sunshine on a spot free of snow and gave up the idea of climbing and running the Sentinal because it was too late.
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+After lunch Richard decided to climb "some" of the peak, say as far as the saddle, so off we set down narrow snow tongues on the side of the ridge - down to the creek dividing us from our objective. It was late in the season and the creek was fast flowing and mostly open. We managed to cross on a snow bridge, and donning skins we started our climb - 1,000 ft. measured by altimeter. The snow this year had fallen "all at once" instead of the more usual falls followed by consolidating frosts. Consequently, although my skins gripped the top layers of snow, these were not cohering to the under layers of snow, and I managed to climb only with the greatest of effort, having to use both sticks all the time. If I let up for a moment I would slide back, even though I was taking as shallow a traverse as possible on such a steep slope. Richard and his wife did not have as much difficulty as I did which I think was due to their weighing only 8 stone compared with any 12 1/2. Time and time again I made a resolve to stop at the end of the traverse and give it up, but each time I turned and started a new traverse saying "only as far as the saddle" for hadn't Richard said we would only go that far, due to the lateness of the hour.
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+At last we reached the saddle and had a short rest but now, instead of going down, he made __up__ along the ridge! The snow was different here, affording a good grip, which was just as well as the ridge is no more than 2-ft. wide with an almost sheer drop on the north side, and the steep slope we had just climbed to the south. Soon the ridge became too steep to climb with skis straight ahead, so we herringboned with tips over each side, later changing to side stepping, only the centre 2-ft. of the skis being on the snow, the heels and tips hanging in space. So we reached the top, which seemed to me about 10-ft. across. Richard took a photo of us at the cairn.
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+There was a strong wind blowing so we soon made ready for the run down. I suggested we return the way we had come up, but Richard indicated the steepest slope and said "We go down there". Before we started I felt as though I would be embarking on my first parachute jump, but once started I was alright. Richard, Trudy, then myself went over the edge and made a beautiful 70-ft. side-slip traverse, then round into cristies, zig-zagging back and forth across the slope. I was enjoying the run and had passed Trudy and was up near Richard when I saw the snow on the slope near him start to slide after him. I called out a warning, but as he made a turn the snow ran over his skis and it kept pouring in from all around and carrying him down at a rapid rate. I had managed to pull up, and was horrified to see Richard rapidly growing smaller as he disappeared down the slope. The snow kept puring into the gully with a rattling, hissing sound, and eating its way up the slope we had already run for about 300-ft. I looked at it towering above us, expecting the lot to come down and engulf all three of us, whisking us off, indeed to Destination Unknown. I turned round as Trudy stopped, and she looked her concern as she asked "What happened"? I pretended to be very matter of fact as I told her the snow had held Richard's skis and taken them down, but I had visions of him being swept into the creek with tons of snow on top of him.
 Gradually the hissing noise subsided and we saw the snow had gone down in level about 12 inches over quite a large area of the slope. The edge was within inches of my ski.
 By this time Richard had disappeared round a curve in the gully, but he now came into view again on the slope we had climbed, his skis still imprisoned in the heavy snow. Trudy was all for running down to him, now that the slide had stopped, but I thought if we went on it we were likely to start another slide, so we took a horizontal track across the slope to the next gully which we had climbed earlier.
-Running down this gully we had a further unusual incident; some snow disturbed on one of the turns rapidly built up into a large snow ball which, but for a timely warning, would have knocked Trudy over. We were hurrying in case Richard needed help, and we had to dodge the snow ball as well as each other as we sped down the rest of the slope
-Richard was O.K. except for a slight strain to his ankles caused by trying to wrench his skis from under the heavy snow Whilst being carried down. He had lost" 500-ft; of the descent in his avalanche trip. We ran the rest of the slope, crossed the snow bridge again, and after a long slug we reached the hut again at 6 P.m.
+Running down this gully we had a further unusual incident; some snow disturbed on one of the turns rapidly built up into a large snow ball which, but for a timely warning, would have knocked Trudy over. We were hurrying in case Richard needed help, and we had to dodge the snow ball as well as each other as we sped down the rest of the slope.
-Later I ventured the opinion that the slope was not skiable because of the unusual snow conditions, but Richard said it would always be dangerous whatever the conditions. Richard is from Europe, and a one time champion skier. On earlier trips he had shown his surprise at the steep slopes we could go on in Australia without causing avalanches, and had given several reasons, some of which were the cover of vegetation, the rocky nature of the slope, and the
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+Richard was O.K. except for a slight strain to his ankles caused by trying to wrench his skis from under the heavy snow whilst being carried down. He had "lost" 500-ft. of the descent in his avalanche trip. We ran the rest of the slope, crossed the snow bridge again, and after a long slug we reached the hut again at 6 p.m.
-lighter falls of snow. It has often been written and said"There are no avalanches in Australia", and many a time When on a steep slope I had taken comfort in this authority.
-Last year we again had very heavy falls of snow, and I saw many snow slides which were heavy enough to bury a skier. Also last year Frank Leyden saw the result of an avalanche Which was big enough to wipe out a hut full df people. It had come down in the night off Mueller's Peak and the blocks of snow were each as big as the hut. I shudder to think that some of us had wanted to build the hut on that very spot but Fate, in the shape of the architect, had said No, as there were too many loose rocks about, one of Which might fall and hit the hut.
+Later I ventured the opinion that the slope was not skiable because of the unusual snow conditions, but Richard said it would always be dangerous whatever the conditions. Richard is from Europe, and a one time champion skier. On earlier trips he had shown his surprise at the steep slopes we could go on in Australia without causing avalanches, and had given several reasons, some of which were the cover of vegetation, the rocky nature of the slope, and the lighter falls of snow. It has often been written and said "There are no avalanches in Australia", and many a time when on a steep slope I had taken comfort in this authority.
+Last year we again had very heavy falls of snow, and I saw many snow slides which were heavy enough to bury a skier. Also last year Frank Leyden saw the result of an avalanche which was big enough to wipe out a hut full of people. It had come down in the night off Mueller's Peak and the blocks of snow were each as big as the hut. I shudder to think that some of us had wanted to build the hut on that very spot but Fate, in the shape of the architect, had said No, as there were too many loose rocks about, one of which might fall and hit the hut.
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