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+"What e'er's to do in April you\\
 Can put off till September."
-Now I'm all in favour of long endurance walks occasionally - say once or twice in a lifetime; it gives the walker some idea of
-the stuff he's made of and boosts his confidence in his own strength,- mental even more than physical, for therels no question that when physical weariness calls to the body to give up, its the will that keeps one going to the end. Thatis why we gave support to Geof or his original 85-mi1er - such walks are good for the morale of a Club,
+Now I'm all in favour of long endurance walks occasionally - say once or twice in a lifetime; it gives the walker some idea of the stuff he's made of and boosts his confidence in his own strength,- mental even more than physical, for there's no question that when physical weariness calls to the body to give up, its the will that keeps one going to the end. That is why we gave support to Geof or his original 85-mi1er - such walks are good for the morale of a Club.
-Well; we started right enough on that occasion, but as the Opera tells; things went awry at HarryTs Humpy. The commentator asks:
-"But what of Dot; Garth; Stitt and Putt? DonTt tell me they have all gone phut"
+Well, we started right enough on that occasion, but as the Opera tells, things went awry at Harry's Humpy. The commentator asks:
+"But what of Dot; Garth; Stitt and Putt?\\
+Don't tell me they have all gone phut"
 and the answer is
-"By the bend of the river a little group sat,
-And they waited, and waited, and waited They were ready to move at the drop of a hat
+"By the bend of the river a little group sat,\\
-For their energy hadnIt abated......."
+And they waited, and waited, and waited\\
-Everyone knows the 'dad story; these leaders of the pack continued to wait for the rest of the field who never turned up as they had taken a short cut to McMahon's via the road at the back of Harry's Humpy.
+They were ready to move at the drop of a hat\\
-Feeling we had failed to finish merely by a stroke of mismanage-
+For their energy hadn't abated......."
-ment, we decided it must be done again if only to prove to ourselves
-that we could do it. We chose for our next try a week-end which proved to be the wettest of a wet winter - 26 points (or was it inches?) of rain in 24 hours. The Cox was running 30 ft0 abanker, its various tributary trickles were roaring torrents. Although this
+Everyone knows the sad story; these leaders of the pack continued to wait for the rest of the field who never turned up as they had taken a short cut to McMahon's via the road at the back of Harry's Humpy.
-made New Zealanders like Colin and Garth feel they were home again,it
-nevertheless washed out any attenpt to do the trip, and we returned,
+Feeling we had failed to finish merely by a stroke of mismanagement, we decided it must be done again if only to prove to ourselves that we could do it. We chose for our next try a week-end which proved to be the wettest of a wet winter - 26 points (or was it inches?) of rain in 24 hours. The Cox was running 30 ft. abanker, and its various tributary trickles were roaring torrents. Although this made New Zealanders like Colin and Garth feel they were home again, it nevertheless washed out any attempt to do the trip, and we returned, drowned rats, on Saturday night. Pete hadn't been able to make it because of exams, which was lucky for him.
-drowned rats, on Saturday night. Pete hadn't been able to make it because of exams, which was lucky for him.
-Third time proves it. We set the date for the first week in September when the moon was full, and just as far from the shortest day as Geof's trip had been, only this side of it instead of the
+Third time proves it. We set the date for the first week in September when the moon was full, and just as far from the shortest day as Geof's trip had been, only this side of it instead of the other. Still no Stitt - more exams. We left it too late to book on the Fish so we caught the Chips, and at 8.30 stepped out smartly for Devil's Hole. The night was overcast, but a full moon behind white clouds cast a diffused glow over the country, and after descending the Devil's Hole we had no further need of torches. We stopped for a brief Howdy-do with walkers camped at the Old Hotel Site, then on and down Black Jerry's where Garth, with his great memory for detail, recalled the route we had prospected some weeks ago by identifying each gate we encountered by its lock, be it a chunk of wood or a bolt, be it round at the end, be it square, be it shiny, be it rusty, or what. The same sheep as chased Jim and Kevin ba-a-a-ahed at us, the Paddock Love grass which had scented the night air on Geof's trip was now golden in death, but the briar rose bushes with their poignant nostalgic perfume were the same as always, scenting the air as we dropped down to where the Cox gleamed in the moonlight. We walked about a mile along the river bank and camped in a thicket of flowering blackthorn. Ten minutes to cut a heap of bracken, a swift dip to disperse the dust of travel, then we demolished a slab of cake, set Colin's alarm watch for 5 a.m., and were sound asleep by midnight. We awoke in the scented dawn to countless thousands of lime green flowers scattered all over the prickle bushes - there is some good in blackthorn after all. Breakfast was cornflakes and such like out of a box. Colin, remarking that he was about to slit the throat of the sacred cow, opened a tin of condensed milk with a knife. One cow per meal was the order of things - the expendable cow. Having poured the contents on his cornflakes he announced that the expendable cow was now expent and tossed its empty carcase over the blackthorn bushes, causing a herd of its relatives to dash off up the river bank in alarm with tails flying. We rounded off breakfast with a pre-cooked chop or sausage, then the sleeping bags were stuffed into packs and we were away by 6 a.m. with destination Binlow (we hope) - 50 miles away. The day was cool and invigorating, and although the various river crossings were cold and often deep - up to the neck on several occasions - nevertheless they were very welcome as our constant steady pace kept us warmed up. Some way along the Cox Garth, who had been at the rear for a while, caught up and announced mournfully that he had lost his watch - it dropped out of his pocket when he had slung his shirt into his pack at the last river crossing. He had gone back to look for it, but no luck. The light went out of the day, the sun retreated behind a cloud and we all walked on sadly. "Just shows you it would pay to insure such valuables," said Colin. Suddenly, joy! The sun shone again and all the world was bright and gay - it __was__ insured. "You'd think that would be the first thing I'd think of," said Garth, "But I didn't,"
-other. Still no Stitt - more exams. We left it too late to book on the Fish so we caught the Chips, and at 8.30 stepped out smartly
-for Devil's Hole. The night was overcas, but a full moon behind
+In next to no time we were at Kanangra, and then the Kowmung Junction. It seemed very early for lunch, but we settled down to our bread and cheese, and Colin even found time to light a fire and brew a huge cauldron of tea, to which Garth added sugar and I added milk, and we were doing our best to drink it up when various youths hove in sight from various directions and converged on our billy of tea. They told us they were the Catholic Bushwalkers and they were engaged in (Shame!) a marathon handicap race. We didn't tell them that Bushwalkers deplore marathons: although we might have so quoted Club Policy. We merely felt superior that __we__ weren't indulging in anything so low, commercialised, plebeian, vulgar and depraved as a __contest__ - we were merely indulging in a long walk. The C.B.W's looked a bright lot of boys, all in high spirits and having a wonderful time. We donated them the extra half-gallon of our tea which we couldn't drink ourselves, they told us the best place to cross the Kowmung, and we sped off down Cox. Looking back we saw their vanguard streaking off up Kowmung to their finishing tape somewhere up on Kowmung heights.
-white clouds cast a diffused glow over the country, and after descend-
-ing the Devil's Hole we had no further need of torches. We stopped for a brief Howdy-do with walkers camped at the Old Hotel Site, then on and down Black Jerry's where Garth, with his great memory for
+Now we're at Harry's Humpy with Colin climbing up an orange tree and getting stuck in a fork, and Garth having to thump his boot out to release him. He threw down a great heap of oranges, and Garth pulled down more with a hook manufactured out of a piece of fencing wire, then off with the boots and socks and we sat in the grass under the trees with petals from the plum blossoms wafting like snowflakes across the moving scented air, the sun shining in a clear blue sky, and we ate oranges, and oranges, and oranges. Is it possible that keen intelligent adults don't know when they've had enough? I still maintain that 25 oranges at a sitting are 10 too many, but Colin blames drinking Cox water, or a stray wog from home, or anything except sour orange juice for the fact that he spent Monday at home alternating between bed and the outhouse.
-detail, recalled the route we had prospected some weeks ago by identifying each gate we encountered by its lock, be it a chunk of wood or a bolt, be it round at the end, be it square, be it shiny, be it rusty, or what. The same sheep as chased Jim and Kevin
-ba-a-a-ahed at us, the Paddock Love grass which had scented the night
+Right. They shook the gravel out of their socks and rinsed out their boots - I was wearing sandshoes - then heigh-ho for Bimlow. The road went on and on, as no doubt you know, and so did we, and about 8.30 we struck Bimlow. We settled on a nice grassy spot by a blackthorn bush, Colin took his billy and went off on what proved to be a Grand Tour to the river for water, then we sat in our sleeping bags and gorged on pre-cooked chops, bread and butter, tinned fruit and cream, and despite barking dogs down by the store we slept like logs till 5 a.m.
-air on Geof's trip was now golden in death, but the briar rose bushes
-with their poignant nostalgic perfume were the same as always, scenting the air as we dropped down to where the Cox gleamed in the moonlight. We walked about a mile along the river bank and camped
+Swayed by the weight of numbers I had brought my hob-nailed mountaineering boots on this trip - Did you ever hear of anything so silly? (Still, they __had__ been good in Tasmania a couple of weeks earlier). I had worn them as an experiment for the ten miles down to the Cox on Friday night, then carried the darn heavy things on my back for 50 miles down the Cox, but now with the greatest of pleasure I wrapped then in a half-tent due to be jettisoned and a piece of plastic groudsheet and stowed them on a floor beam under the store at Bimlow. Will probably retrieve them somehow, some day.
-in a thicket of flowering blackthorn. Ten minutes to cut a heap of
-bracken, a swift dip to disperse the dust of travel, then we demolished a slab of cake, set Colin's alarm watch for 5 a.m., and
+With packs containing now only lunch and sleeping bag and a few minor oddments we hit the road once more. The boys were having trouble with their heavy clinkered boots. "I'll bet these blokes who carol about the joys of tramping along the highway never tried it," said Colin bitterly. "Could anything be more devastating to the feet than the interminable thump, thump, pound, pound along a hard road." And much as I would like to think in terms of the romance of the open road I'm afraid I must agree that the modern description "road-bash" is much more realistic and to the point.
-were sound asleep by midnight. We awoke in the scented dawn to countless thousands of lime green flowers scattered all over the prickle bushes - there is some good in blackthorn after all, Breakfast w.Rs cornflakes and such like out of a box, Colin, remarkin
-that he was about to slit the throat of the sacred cow, opened a tin
+Garth had decided that the 85 miles that were good enough for Geof's crowd were good enough for him too, and it was Picton for him. The blisters he had aquired on the Minni Minni Range trip were still with him; he was now down to the 6th layer of skin and doubted if there were any more under that; he would probably make the 25 miles to Picton and call it a day. Colin, however, had planned for a hundred-mile week-end, and the itinerary was to be up the Nattai, up Starlight's Track to Hill Top, then a few extra miles along the main road to make up the even hundred - "and we'll do those last few miles even if we do them on our hands and knees," said Colin. So I set out that morning with that simple programme and not much else in my mind: 40 miles to go. Average 3 miles per hour - 13 hours walking, plus half an hour for dinner and perhaps tea. Should finish up by 8 p.m.
-of condensed milk with a knife. One cow per meal was the order of things - the expendable cow. Having poured the contents on his
-cornflakes he announced that the expendable cow was now expent and tossed its empty carcase over the blackthorn bushes, causing a herd
+"If we reach Sheehy's Creek by 10 a,m, we've got the game sewn up," said Colin. Well, we reached Sheehy's Creek at 10.30. Half an hour was nothing to worry about. I was thinking of Garth whom we would soon be leaving to make his painful lonely way into Picton alone, rather than delay the speed of the party. ("Good-bye Captain Oates." "It is a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done before.")
-of its relatives to dash off up the river bank in alarm with tails flying, We rounded off breakfast with a pre-cooked chop or sausage, then the sleeping bags were stuffed into packs and we were away by
-a.m with destination Binlow (we hope) - 50 miles away. The day
+"Look," said Colin, "I'm going out with Garth to Picton." "What!!!," said I. "You've planned this 100-miler for 6 months." "Yair," said Colin. "You'll got in to the Royal George at 2.30, and that's a ridiculous hour to finish a trip." "Yair," said Colin. "You'll kick yourself for months if you don't finish now." "Yair," said Colin. "It's only another 15 miles. You could do that easily." "Yair," said Colin. "I'll lend you my sandshoes and I'll walk barefoot." "No," said Colin, "But you go on. I'll go in to Picton with Garth."
-was cool and invigorating, and although the various river crossings were cold and often deep - up to the neck on several occasions - nevertheless they were very welcome as our constant steady pace kept us warmed up Some way along the Cox Garth, who had been at the rear for a while, caught up and announced mournfully that he
-had lost his watch - it dropped out of his pocket when he had
+So Colin gave me his map and a good torch, and feeling like a captain deserting his sinking ship and crew I said good-bye and sped off up the Nattai. I ran the first ten miles to still the turmoil within....
-slung his shirt into his pack at the last river crossing. He had
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-gone back to look for it, but no luck, The light went out of the day, the sun retreated behind a cloud and we all walked on sadly,
-"Just shows you it would pay to insure such valuables," said Colin. Suddenly, joys The sun shone again and all the world was bright and gay - it was insured, "You'd think that would be the first
-thing I'd think of," said Garth, "But I didn't,"
-In next to no time we were at Kanangras and then the Kowmung Junction. It seemed very early for lunch, but we settled down to
-our bread and cheese, and Colin even found time to light a fire and brew a huge cauldron of tea, to which Garth added sugar and I added milk, and we were doing our best to drink it up when various youths hove in sight from various directions and converged on our billy of tea. They told us they were the Catholic Bushwalkers and they were engaged in (Shame!) a marathon handicap race. We didn't tell them that Bushwalkers deplore marathons: although we might have
-so quoted Club Policy. We merely felt superior that we weren't indulging in anything so lows commercialised, plebeians vulgar and depraved as a contest - we were merely indulging in a long walk. The C.B.W's looked a bright lot of boys, all in high spirits and having a wonderful time. We donated them the extra half-gallon of our tea which we couldn't drink ourselves, they told us the best
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-place to cross the Kowmung, and we sped off down Cox. Looking back we saw their vanguard streaking off up Kowmung to thanr finishing tape somewhere up on Kowmung heights.
-Now we're at Harry's Humpy with Colin climbing up an orange tree and getting stuck in a fork, and Garth having to thump his boot out to release him. He threw down a great heap of oranges, and Garth pulled down more with a hook manufactured out of a piece of fencing wire, then off with the boots and socks and we sat in the grass under the trees with petals from the plum blossoms wafting like snowflakes across the moving scented air, the sun shining in a
-clear blue sky, and we ate oranges, and oranges, and oranges. Is it
-possible that keen intelligent adults don't know when they've had enough? I still maintain that 25 oranges at a sitting are 10 too many, but Colin blames drinking Cox water, or a stray wog from home, or anything except sour orange juice for the fact that he spent Monday at home alternating between bed and the outhouse.
-Right. They shook the gravel out of their socks and rinsed out their boots - I was wearing sandshons - then heigh-ho for Bimlow. The road went on and on, as no doubt you know, and so
-did we, and about 8,30 we struck Bimlow. We settled on a nice grassy spot by a blackthorn bush, Colin took his billy and went off on what proved to be a Grand Tour to the river for waters then we sat
-in our sleeping bags and gorged on pre-cooked chops, bread and butter, tinned fruit and cream, and despite barking dogs down by
-the store we slept like logs till 5 a.m.
-Swayed by the weight of numbers I had brought my hob-nailed mountaineering boots on this trip - Did you ever hear of anything
-so silly? (Still, they had been good in Tasmania a couple of weeks
-earlier). I had worn them as an experiment for the ten miles down
-to the Cox on Friday night, then carried the darn heavy things on my back for 50 miles down the Cox, but now with the greatest of pleasure I wrapped then in a half-tent due to be jettisoned and a
-piece of plastic grou2teheet and stowed them on a floor beam under the store at Bimlow, Will probably retrieve them somehow, some day.
-With packs containing now only lunch and sleeping bag and a
-few minor oddments we hit the road once more. The boys were having
-trouble with their heavy clinkered boots. "I'll bet these blokes who carol about the joys of tramping along the highway never tried
-it," said Colin bitterly. "Could anything be more devastating to the feet than the interminable thump, thump, pound, pound along a
-hard road." And much as I would like to think in terms of the
-romance of the open road I'm afraid I must agree that the modern description "road-bash" is much more realistic and to the point.
-Garth had decided that the 85 miles that were good enough for
-Geof's crowd were good enough for him too, and it was Picton for him.
-The blisters he had aquired on the Minni Minni Range trip were still
-with him; he was now down to the 6th layer of skin and doubted if there were any more under that; he would probably make the 25 miles to Picton and call it a day, Colin, however, had planned for a hundred-mile week-end, and the itinerary was to be up the Nattai,
-.
-up Starlight's Track to Hill Top, then a few extra miles along the
-main road to make up the even hundred - "and we'll do those last few miles even if we do them on our hands and knees," said Colin. So I set out that morning with that simple programme and not much else in my mind: 40 miles to go. Average 3 miles per hour - 13 hours walking, plus half an hour for dinner and perhaps tea. Should finish up by 8 p.m.
-"If we reach Sheehy's Creek by 10 a,m, we've got the game sewn
-up," said Colin. Well, we reached Sheehy's Creek at 10.30. Half an hour was nothing to worry about. I was thinking of Garth whom we would soon be leaving to make his painful lonely way into Picton alone, rather than delay the speed of the party. 'Good-.bye Captain Oates." "It is a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done before.")
-"Look," said Cohn, "I'm going out with Garth to Picton." "WhatZ11," said I. "You've planned this 100-miler for 6 months.' "Yair," said Colin.
-"You'll got in to the Royal George at 2.30, and that's a
-ridiculous hour to finish a trip"
-"Yair," said Colin.
-"You'll kick yourself for months if you don't finish now." "Yair," said Colin.
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-"It's -only another 15 miles. You could do that easily." "Yair," said Colin.
-"I'll lend you my sandshoes and I'll walk barefoot."
-"No," said Colin, "But you go on. I'll go in to Picton with Garth."
-So Colin gave me his map and a good torch, and feeling like a
-captain deserting his sinking ship and crew I said good-bye and sped off up the Nattai. I ran the first ten miles to still the turmoil
-within
-"Oh, he rides fast to dull the pain
 Who rides from home, etc. etc..."
-and the green and gold clearings of the Nattai, and the tall swaying wattles in a perfection of flowering, the little deserted farm
-buildings and the Nattai walls flashed past in a haze. By the time I slowed down I guessed it was dinner time so finished off the food in my pack except for a small chunk of bread and a handful of popped
+and the green and gold clearings of the Nattai, and the tall swaying wattles in a perfection of flowering, the little deserted farm buildings and the Nattai walls flashed past in a haze. By the time I slowed down I guessed it was dinner time so finished off the food in my pack except for a small chunk of bread and a handful of popped rice.
-rice.
-By about 2 or 3 o'clock I was at a clearing in which was a blitz buggy containing bunks and a Silent Knight refrigerator and
+By about 2 or 3 o'clock I was at a clearing in which was a blitz buggy containing bunks and a Silent Knight refrigerator and all mod. cons. From here Colin said it was 6 or 8 miles of trackless river work to reach the foot of Starlight's Track. Should do it by dark, so on I pushed. Instructions were to keep up the side as far as possible out of the river-bed thicket, so I bore off to the right and pressed on for several hours. Then I got into the river bed itself, which started going uphill rapidly. It was very rocky and rugged, the growth very dense, and all chance of finding a clearing on it called McArthur's Flat faded from possibility. Could I possibly have by-passed McArthur's Flat? (Was I up some side creek?) I shall have to go back some time end find out. I climbed out of the river bed and headed up to the walls on the left, hoping I might be able to climb them and so get a long view of my whereabouts, but what might have been a possible climb with a party I reluctantly decided was an unjustifiable risk when alone. From the base of the cliff face though, with the sun now proposing to set in the west, I could see the river winding off to the S.E. But my direction should be due east, so I cursed heartily and decided to return to the blitz buggy site with all speed in the remaining hour of daylight. I ran all the way back, not losing too much height at first as I had hopes I might cut Starlight's Track on the way; but no, and soon after dark I was back at the blitz buggy site sitting in my sleeping bag among the bracken and eating my miserable chunk of dry bread while I studied the map by torchlight. Having resigned myself to being a day overdue, for the first time in all my walking experience, I decided to spend a couple of hours next morning going upstream right in the river bed, then if there was a clearing to be found I would undoubtedly find it, but if unsuccessful in two hours I would have to return down the Nattai and go up to Picton.
-all mod. cons. From here Colin said it was 6 or 8 miles of trackless river work to reach the foot of Sarlight's Track. Should do it
-by dark, so on I pushed, Instructions were to keep up the side as far as possible out of the river-bed thicket, so I bore off to the
+I spent the next a.m. from about 5 till 7 pushing up the river bed, but when I struck the same traitorous rocky creek-bed as yesterday I knew there was no point in going further and repeating yesterday's debacle, so with something of relief I pounded off down the Nattai to Sheehy's Creek. Heavens, how swiftly time and the scenery passes when you hurry! By about mid-day I was sitting at the very spot where I had bid good-bye to Colin and Garth yesterday, eating a tin of peaches and a ditto of condensed milk ripped open with a piece of fencing wire, this providential tucker having been found in a deserted habitation on the way out. Then up Sheehy's Creek to the Waterfall, and via a road which didn't seem to be the one on the map but which brought me out to the Mowbray Park road, and so in to Picton by 3 o'clock. I sent a telegram home to say I was on my way, and enquired re departure of the next train. It wasn't due out for 21 hours, so I plugged off up the main Highway where the road-sign pointed Sydney-wards, hoping some kind soul would offer me a lift. However, the few cars that passed no doubt thought I was out for a light canter for the good of my health and passed on. Ha! but what's this I see crawling up the hill in low gear? - a bulk-concrete truck with a convenient girder for a perch at the rear. How easy it was to sit down. It wasn't till the vehicle reached the brow of the hill and whizzed off at 60 m.p.h. that the brain began to function. "Hell, what an asinine thing to do! How do you think you're ever going to be able to get off - it might go 50 miles in the wrong direction before it slows up on another hill. What if a traffic cop comes up on a motor bike and orders you off. Odearodear! Meanwhile the yellow dotted lines on the road whipped past underneath like bits of yellow streamer dropped into a jet plane's slipstream, and a passing woman driver with a mouth that looked like it ought to have been set out in the bush to catch dingoes eyed me with a look which said, "What a disgrace to the country!" and I studied the sky and hoped for a hill where I could drop off. Ah, at last the concrete Juggernaut changed down for a steep pull and I vacated my perch with relief. A man and his son who had thought it was all one huge joke swung open their car door and in I leapt, and so through to Liverpool at 60-70 m.p.h. "Dad's in a hurry," said the boy with pride as Dad's car swung over to the right side of the road and even left the paved surface for the soft edge. "He doesn't generally drive so fast." In to Liverpool still in one piece - just in time to catch a train right through to Wahroonga and so I was home almost before the train would have left Picton.
-right and pressed on for several hours. Then I got into the river bed itself, which started going uphill rapidly. It was very rocky
-and rugged, the growth very dense, and all chance of finding a clearing an it called McArthur's Flat faded from possibility. Could
+And now what have we to say for ourself? Well, long walks such as the one described are possible, and no great hardship physically provided the footwear is suitable, but the "life is real, life is earnest" atmosphere is a bit hard to take and leaves no time for fun, and when it's all said and done, fun is essential.
-I possibly have by-passed McArthur's Flat? Was I up some side creek?)
-I shall have to go back some time end find out. I climbed out of the river bed and headed up to the walls on the left, hoping I might be able to climb them and so get a long view of my whereabouts, but what might have been a possible climb with a party I relurtantly decided was an unjustifiable risk when alone. From the base of the cliff face though, with the man now proposing to set in the west, I
+=====Federation Report - September.=====
-could see the river nding off to the S.E. But my direction should be due east, so I cursed heartily and decided to return to the blitz
-buggy site with all speed in the remaining hour of daylight. I ran all the way back, not losing too much height at first as I had hopes I might cut Starlight's Track on the way; but no, and soon after
+====New Secretary:====
-dark I was back at the blitz buggy site sitting in my sleeping bag
-among the bracken and eating my miserable chunk of dry bread while
+Mr. Peter Cameron of the C.M.W. has been elected to the position of Honorary Secretary of the Federation. The position of Secretary to S.& R. has now been vacated.
-I studied the map by torchlight. Having resigned myself to being
-a day overdue, for the first time in all my walking experience, I
+The publishers of "Entertainment Guide" are inviting Bushwalking Clubs to advertise in a future edition. The advertisement will be free. Further details may be obtained from the Secretary of Federation.
-decided to spend a couple of hours next morning going upstream right in the river bed, then if there was a clearing to be found I would
-undoubtedly find it, but if unsuccessful in two hours I would have
+====Bushfire Fighting in the Royal National Park:====
-to return down the Nattai and go up to Pieten.
-I spent the next a.n, from about 5 till 7 pushing up the river bed, but when I struck the same traitorous rocky creek-bed as
+Reported that conference had been held with Mr. Watchorn of the Sutherland Bushfire Fighting Brigade. The names of volunteers will soon be collected and a letter from Norman Allen, who is in charge of arrangements. A practice day will be held on November 6th.
-yesterday I knew there was no point in going further and repeating yesterday's debacle, so with something of relief I pounded off down
-the Nattai to Sheehy's Creek. Heavens, how swiftly time and the scenery passes when you hurry,' By about mid-day I was sitting at
+It was further reported that an alderman of the Blue Mountains City Council had requested the presence of a representative of the Federation at a meeting to be held concerning bushfires on the Blue Mountains. Mr. Allen will attend as an observer.
-,
-the very spot where I had bid good-bye to Colin and Garth yesterday,
+====Federation Annual Ball:====
-eating a tin of peaches and a ditto of condensed milk ripped open
-with a piece of fencing wire, this providential tucker having been found in a deserted habitation on the way out. ,Then hp Sheehy's
+Wed., 5th October, in the Rainbow Room of the Hotel Australia. Tickets 17/6d. from Paddy.
-Creek to the Waterfall, and via a road which didn't seem to be the one on the map but which brought me out to the Mowbray Park road,
-and so in to Picton by 3 o'clock. I sent a telegram home to say I was on my way, and enquired re departure of the next train. It wasn due out for 21 hours, so I plugged off up the main Highway where the road-sign pointed Sydney-wards, hoping some kind soul would offer me a lift. However, the few cars that passed no doubt thought I was ouH for a light canter for the good of my health and passed on. Hadt but what's this I see crawling up the hill in low gear? - a bulk- concrete truck with a convenient girder for a perch at the rear, How easy it was to sit down. It wasn't till the vehicle reached the bro, of the hill and whizzed off at 60 m.p.h, that the brain began to function. "Hell, what an asinine thing to do! How do you think you're ever going to be able to get off - it might go 50 miles in the wrong direction before it slows up on another hill. What if a traffic cop comes up on a motor bike and orders you off. Odearodearr Meanwhile the yellow dotted lines on the road whipped past underneat2 like bits of yellow streamer dropped into a jet plane's slipstream, and a passing woman driver with a mouth that looked like it ought to have been set out in the bush to catch dingoes eyed me with a look which said, "What a disgrace to the country!" and I studied the sky and hoped for a hill where I could drop off. Ah, at last the concreJuggernaut changed down for a steep pull and I vacated my perch with relief. A man and his son who had thought it was all one huge joke
+====The Bong Bong National Park Proposal:====
-KEEP UP YOUR VITALITY
-ON WALKS WITH
+The Dept. of Lands has reported:
-VEGETARIAN FOODS
-CENOVIS YEAST (CONTAINS WHOLE VITAMIN B COMPLEX, ALSO D,E,F, AND H). .
+a. __The Barren Grounds__ Section (of some 4,000 acres) should soon be declared a __Faunal Reserve__; it is already a Reserve for the Preservation of Flora and Fauna.
-LIGHT THIN RY-KING CRISP BREAD (100% WHOLE RYE FLOUR) WELL
-WRAPPED IN HANDY 8 OZ. PACKET.
+b. __The Budderoo Peninsula Section.__ All the available Crown Lands will be Reserved for the Preservation of Flora and Fauna. This should be about 5 or 6,000 acres.
-I BASE YOUR HOLIDAY FOOD LISTS ON WHOLESOME FOODS
-WIDE RANGE OF DRIED FRUITS, NUTS, BISCUITS AND DRIED FRUIT
-SWEETS.
-FROM
-THE SANITARIUM HEALTH FOOD SHOP, 13 HUNTER STREET SYDNEY.
-.11,1.
-.
-swung opentheir car door and in I leapt, and so through to Liverpool at 60-70 m.p.h. "Dad's in a hurry," said the boy with pride as Dad's car swung over to the right side of the road and even left the
-paved surface for the soft edge. "He doesn't generally drive so fast." In to Liverpool still in one piece - just in time to catch a train right through to Wahroonga and so I was home almost before the train would have left Picton.
-And now what have we to say for ourself? Well, long walks such as the one described are possible, and no great hardship
-physically provided the footwear is suitable, but the "life is real, life is earnest" atmosphere is a bit hard to take and leaves no time for fun, and when it's all said and done, fun is essential.
-FEDERATION REPORT - SEPTEMBER
-New Secretary: Mr. Peter Cameron of the C.M.W. has been elected to the position of Hon.Sec. of the Federation. The position of Secretary to S.& R. has now been vacated.
-The publishers of "Entertainment Guide" are inviting Bushwalking Clubs to advertise in a future edition. The advt. will be free. Firther details may be obtained from the Secretary of Federation.
-Bushfire Fighting_intheloyal_National Park: Reported that confer-
-ence had been held with Mr. Watchorn of the Sutherland Bushf ire Fighting Brigade. The names of vdanteers will soon be collected and a letter from Norman Allen, who is in charge of arrangements. A practice day will be held on November 6th.
-It was further reported that an alderman of the Blue Mountains City Council had requested the presence of a representative of the. Federation at a meeting to be held concerning bushfires on the Blue Mountains. Mr. Allen will attend as an observer.
-Federation Annual Ball t Wed., 5th October, in the Rainbow Room of the Hotel Australia. Tickets 17/6d. from Paddy.
-The Bong Bong National Park Proposals The Dept. of Lands has reportei
-a. The Barren Grounds Section (of some 4,000 acres) should soon be declared a Faunal Reserve; it is already a Reserve for the Preservation of Flora.and Fauna.
-b. The Budderoo Peninsula Section. All the available Crown. Lands will be Reserved for the Preservation of Flora and Fauna. This should be about 5 or 6,000 acres.
 It is now planned to have the Budderoo Peninsula added to the Barren Grounds when the latter becomes a Faunal Reserve. This would put a permanent reserve over most of the plateau with the hope of later encouraging resumption of some of the alienated lands.
-Barrington-GloucesterTELL: An Inter-Departmental Committee has been
-.
+====Barrington-Gloucester Tops:====
-established to make recommendations to the Dept. of Lands on the disposal of Crown Lands in this area Close liason has been kept
-between the Federation, the Barrington Club. and tha Northern Parks
+An Inter-Departmental Committee has been established to make recommendations to the Dept. of Lands on the disposal of Crown Lands in this area. Close liaison has been kept between the Federation, the Barrington Club and the Northern Parks & Playgrounds Movement. The Inter-Departmental Committee held a meeting in Newcastle on Thursday, September 8th. Mr. Tom Moppett attended and placed the recommendations of The Wild Life Preservation Society of Australia, The N.S.W. Federation of Bushwalking Clubs, and The Caloola Olub before the Committee. The recommendations had been co-ordinated. They show two Faunal Reserves (one the Barrington River, the other on the Paterson) and a National Park over the general plateau of the Barrington-Gloucester Tops. We are also happy to record that The Fauna Protection Panel has agreed to ask for the same Faunal Reserves, The Chief Guardian of Fauna was present in Newcastle to put these proposals. Mr. Moppett reports that the Newcastle Meeting appeared to be conducted in a very friendly and understanding atmosphere. The Barrington Club, the Northern Parks & Playgrounds Movement, the Newcastle Tech. Bushwalkers and numerous local bodies also gave evidence before the Committee all of whom had general agreement with our proposals. There appeared to be assurance that no Crown Land would be alienated in the area.
-& Playgrounds Movement. The Inter-Departmental Committee held a meeting in Newcasbleon Thursday, Sept08th0 Mr. Tom Moppett attended and placed the recommendations of
-The Wild Life Preservation Society of Australia,
+====Bouddi Natural Park:====
-The N.S.W. Federation of Bushwalking Clubs, and The Caloola Olub
-....before the Committee. The recommenda-
+The Park Trust regrets to announce that moves are being made to mine Black Sands (Rutile) on the northern end of Putty or Kilcare Beach. Already much pegging and cutting of bush has been done. The Trust is objecting to the Dept. of Mines proceeding without prior consultation with the Trust and is asking for an assurance that the quality and quantity of material to be taken is worth the amount of upheaval caused and secondly, that the mining company be required to deposit a considerable sum in trust to ensure replacement of vegetation after operations have ceased.
-tions had been co-ordinated. They show two Faunal Reserves (one
-the Barrington River, the other on the Paterson) and a National Park over the general plateau of the Barrington-Gloucester Tops. We are
+====Bungonia Gorge:====
-also happy to record that The Fauna Protection Panel has agreed to ask
-for the same Faunal Reserves, The Chief Guardian of Fauna was present in Newcastle to put these proposals. Mr. Moppett reports that the Newcastle Meeting appeared to be conducted in a very friendly and understanding atmosphere. The Barrington Club, the Northern Parks & Playgrounds Movement, the Newcastle Tech,,Bushwalkers and numerous local bodies also gave evidence before the Committee all of whom had general agreement with our proposals. There appeared to be assurance that no Crown Land would be alienated in the area,
+Signatures from members of the Geology Staffs at the Universities of Sydney and New England and the University of Technology at Sydney and Newcastle, were obtained to a petition asking the Minister for Mines to cancel certain Mining Leases at Bungonia in order that a National Monument might be declared about the Gorge. The Minister says he is having enquiries made.
-Bouddi Natural Parke The Park Trust regrets to announce that moves are being made -E-E-E-Ene Black Sands (Rutile) on the northern end of Putty or Kilcare Beach. Already much pegging and cutting of bush has been done. The Trust is objecting to the Dept. of Mines proceeding
-without prior consultatimi with the Trust and is asking for an assur-
+----
-ance that the quality an quantity of material to be taken is worth the amount of upheaval caused and secondly, that the mining company be required to deposit a considerable sum in trust to ensure replace-
-ment of vegetation after operations have ceased.
+====Social Programme Alteration:====
-Bungonia Gorge: Signatures from members of the Geology Staffs at the Universities of Sydney and New England and the University of Technology at Sydney and Newcastle, were obtained to
-a petition asking the Minister for Mines to cancel certain Mining Leas at Bungonia in order that a National Munument might be declared about the Gorge. The Minister says he is having enquiries made.
+The lecture by J. Savage, scheduled for October 26th, has now been changed to November 30th.
-SOCIAL PROGRAMYE ALTERATION: The lecture by J. Savage, scheduled TE/777E7.-6th, has now-Feiachanged to Nov. 30th,
-CHILDREN'S XMAS TREAT: Jenny Madden (WL5317) has offered to act as
+----
-Convenor of a meeting of all Bushwalkers interested in organising a Children's Xmas Treat this year. If you would like to offer your services and go on an Organising Committee, or if you merely have
-suggestions to offer, would you please ring Jenny. (WL5317).
+====Children's Xmas Treat:====
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+Jenny Madden (WL5317) has offered to act as Convenor of a meeting of all Bushwalkers interested in organising a Children's Xmas Treat this year. If you would like to offer your services and go on an Organising Committee, or if you merely have suggestions to offer, would you please ring Jenny. (WL5317).
+----
 Douglas and Marj. Johnston have a daughter.
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+=====Leaderless Legion.=====
-By
-Jim Brown.
+By Jim Brown.
-e
+At approximately 2.30 p.m. on Thursday, 15th September, the 'phone was handed to me and I heard the familiar voice of Admiral (24-hours) Anderson. I said, "You've got yourself a party - about nine or ten - Checked in the Club last night."
-w,,,,
-k1fial- ,....
+He said "Oh," and there was a pregnant pause. Then he said he had a wide variety of sound reasons for not going. There was a leg still misbehaving after a stumble in the snow country, his return to work on Monday, and a military parade on Monday night. Then he became rather vague with references to a car and something about dawn, all of which didn't seem to tie in; I said sympathetically "Ah, Ah," for it was clear that the poor fellow was unhinged and wandering. There and then he came back to the point and explained he wasn't wandering, not on the week-end of that deplorable Katoomba to Bowral walk, anyway.
-/ j1/17m/i(i
-/
+So the Leaderless Legion began to assemble outside platform 7, Central, shortly before five on the Friday afternoon. I was first there, and shortly after the Editor tripped up brightly and was duly shocked to learn that the Navy had retreated. She fidgeted for a moment, then borrowed a penny from me and scuttled away. Three minutes later, what time I wondered where Ardill had concealed himself, she returned to tell me her pack weighed just 12 lbs. I felt overweight with about 22.
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-_ kZ1 '
+At 5.5 they all rolled up together, Schafer and Digby and Gowar, with visitor Jack Marshall, all squiring Heather Joyce. Then Kevin arrived molto agitato lest Patsy shouldn't find the "green Vauxhall" parked "somewhere near Central." (Patsy was charged with collecting the Ardill car and delivering it in one piece to Wanganderry at about 2 p.m. on the Sunday.) We made aboard the Fish Express, while Kevin tried a last urgent 'phone call. We were the proletariat, travelling second class, whilst Joyce, Digby, Gowar and Schafer shocked a rudely staring femme by wearing shorts in a 1st class car. "Yes, Lady," sneered Schafer. "Legs! Lovely, aren't they?"
-,, -----9,
-At approximately 2.30 p.m, on Thursday, 15th September, the 'phone was handed te me and I heard the familiar voice of Admiral (24-hours) Anderson. I said, "Youtve got yourself a party - about
-nine or ten - Checked in the Club last night. '
-He said "Oh," and there was a pregnant pause. Then he said he
-had a wide variety of sound reasons for tot going. There was a leg still misbehaving after a stumble in the snow country, his return to work on Monday, and a military parade on Monday night. Then he becam
-rather vague with references to a car and something about dawn, all of
-which didn't seem to tie in; I said sympathetically "kh, Ah," for it was clear that the poor fellow was unhinged and wandering. There and then he came back to the point and explained he wasn't wandering, not on the week-end of that deplorable Katoomba to Bowral walk, anyway.
-So the Leaderless Legion began to assemble outside platform 7, Central, shortly before five on the Friday afternoon. I was first
-there, and shortly after the Editor tripped up brightly and was duly
-shocked to learn that the Navy had retreated. She fidgeted for a moment, then borrowed a penny from me and scuttled away. Three minutes later, what time I wondered Where Ardill had concealed himSeli
-she returned to tell me her pack weighed just 12 lbs. I felt over-
-weight with about 22.
-At 5.5 they all rolled up together, Schafer and Digby and Gowar,
-with visitor Jack Marshall, all squiring Heather Joyce. Then Kevin arrived molto agitato lest Patsy shouldn't find the Igreen Vauxhall" parked "somewhere near Central.n (Patsy was charged with collecting the Ardill car and delivering it in one piece to Wanganderry at about 2 p.m. on the Sunday.) We made aboard the Fish Express, while Kevin tried a last urgent 'phone call. We were the proletariat, travelling second class, whilst Joyce, Digby, Gowar and Schafer shocked a rudely staring femme by wearing shorts in a 1st class car. "Yes, Lady," sneered Schafer. 'Legs. Lovely, aren't they?"
 We rolled away from town, Kevin still wondering how long Patsy would seek the "green Vauxhall".
-We came presently to Katoomba without any alarming developments, and I have no doubt Snow met the others at the top of the steps. Kevin
-.
+We came presently to Katoomba without any alarming developments, and I have no doubt Snow met the others at the top of the steps. Kevin and I had decided to visit that famous chemist Mr.Gearin on the wrong side of the track, for some of his famous restorative potion, and for us the rest of the trip became somewhat of a repetition of the marath.... the long walk of April last - a kind of private trip, occasionally interrupted by catching up with other laggards. Hereabouts Kevin produced his brightest idea of the whole week-end, so we each put five ounces of best Bundaberg on our back. There's no fuel like an old fuel (aged in wood).
-and I had decided to visit that famous chemist Mr.Gearin on the wrong side of the track, for some of his famous restorative potion, and for us the rest of the trip became somewhat Of a repetition of the marath.... the long walk of April last - a kind of private trip, occasionally interrupted by catching up with other laggards. Hereabouts Kevin produced his brightest idea of the whole week-end, so we each put five ounces of best Bundaberg on our back. There's no fuel like an old fuel (aged in wood).
-Ten past eight, and we were charging out towards the Water Towers. The charge was moderate, being a leisured 3 m.p.h. Towards nine we glimpsed torches moving out along the Necks as we went down
+Ten past eight, and we were charging out towards the Water Towers. The charge was moderate, being a leisured 3 m.p.h. Towards nine we glimpsed torches moving out along the Necks as we went down the Causeway. Some time later we sighted them again climbing out of Diamond Spray Falls as we started down. The night was calm, mild and starlit, but as we beat up over the Narrow Neck itself a darkish scum of cloud, quite a deal larger than a man's hand, drifted up out of the south east. The first few splashes of rain fell as we dropped down into Glenrapheal, and there Kevin and I settled down on a deep couch of grass. Yes, we had a tent.
-the Causeway. Some time later we sighted them again climbing out of
-Diamond Spray Falls as we started down. The night was calm, mild and starlit, but as we beat up over the Narrow Neck itself a darkish scum of cloud, quite a deal larger than a man's hand, drifted up out of thc south east. The first few splashes of rain fell as we dropped down
+A very cosy, comfortable half-night was put in, till I heard Kevin murmuring over and over "Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown.." in the first pallor of 5 a.m. I vaguely wondered if this was the dawn which deterred the Admiral, and obediently crawled ex bag. We moved off on chocolate at 5.20.
-into Glenrapheal, and there Kevin and I settled down on a deep couch of grass. Yes, we had a tent.
-A very cosy, comfortable half-night was put in, till I heard Kevin murmuring over and over "Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown.." in the first pallor of 5 a.m. I Vaguely wondered if this was the dawn which deterred the Admiral, and obediently crawled ex bag. We moved
+Up the hill beyond Glenraphael there was a sudden upheaval in the scrub at the trackside, and Arne Jonsson emerged, having travelled independently on the later train and walked past us during the night.
-off on chocolate at 5.20.
-Up the hill beyond Glenraphael there was a sudden upheaval in
+He accompanied us a little way, then stormed ahead, and we presently met the whole advance party in the little overhang just below Clear Hill. They were having breakfast (or some of it) sitting in their sleeping bags. Fancy, breakfast in bed on a mara...(naughty! naughty!) long walk.
-the scrub at the trackside, and Arne Jotssola emerged, having travelled independently on the later train and walked past us during the night.
-He accompanied us a little way, then stormed ahead, and we presently
+Miracle of miracles, Kevin and I actually led the field down and over Debert's Knob and part way along the track to Black Dog, the white mists wreathed about the higher points, and sometimes a little thin sunlight put warm olive colours in the drab of the ranges. The flyers, Heather, Dot and Snow flitted past us, but for a time the rest trod close on our heels; someone said the cool overcast with a hint of rain was fine for walking. Kevin said "Admirable" and Schafer screamed "Don't say that name to me." We mentioned our tent, and Digby argued the merits of "an open-ended polythene sleeve"... and if it should rain you apparently slept in an inverted U position, somewhat like a leech en route to the nearest bushwalker. We stopped at the flat rock on Black Dog for the view and an orange, and the rest passed by.
-met the whole advance party in the little overhang just below Clear
-Hill. They were having breakfast (or some of it) sitting in their
+Breakfast by the Cox from 8.0 to 8.5.0. The runaways were off as we reached the river: the Schafer team was taking breakfast on the west bank, and Jack and Arne preparing to move on the far side. We were away in light rain twenty-odd minutes behind the rest, back in our accustomed position as Tail End Charlies. My last time over the Policeman had been in 1940, but the way was quite obvious, and within an hour we were making the gradual ascent of the range towards the Cooken track which is, by the way, virtually non existent. We identified the gate, but immediately found we had a tendency to veer too far south and west towards the rim of the Kowmung, and it cost Kevin much effort with his compass to drag me back onto a decent SE bearing. Mist end rain stayed with us as we slopped towards Kowmung House, and Jack Marshall joined us over the last half mile or so. Apparently Arne had found his feet were playing up and had decided to withdraw, but hadn't been able to join the others to say so, and Jack had waited for him in vain for a while. He considered we were three quarters of an hour behind the rest.
-sleeping bags. Fancy, breakfast in bed on a mara,..(naughtyl naughty long walk.
-Miracle of miracles, Kevin and I actually led the field down and over Debert's Knob and part way along the track to Black Dog, the
+We took a spell at Kowmung House, and trundled off towards Bran Jan just after noon, a good hour and a quarter behind estimated timetable. For the first couple of miles along Cedar Road Jack was with us, but obviously itching for a greater rate of knots, he pushed on hoping to take the rest at Bran Jan. In point of fact, even the sluggards met the main party, arriving at about 1.45 just as Dot, Heather and Snow were pulling out into the heaviest shower of the week-end. We started lunch to a barrage of counsel and instruction about the Bran Jan facilities from Neil: we finished and moved off alone again, just after 2.30, caped up against the mizzling rain.
-while mists wreathed about.the higher points, and sometimes a little
-thin sunlight put warm olive colours in the drab of the ranges. The flyers, Heather, Dot and Snow flitted past us, but for a time the rest trod close on our heels; someone said the cool overcast with a hint of rain was fine for walking, Kevin said "Admirable" and Schafer screamed "Don't say that name to me." We mentioned our tent, and Digby argued the merits of "an open-ended polythene sleeve",., and if it should rain you apparently slept man inverted U position, somewhat like a leech en route to the nearest bushwalker. We stopped at the flat rock on Black Dog for the view and an orange, and the rest passed by.
+We'd not been along Scott's Main before, and were amazed at the wealth of grasses in pockets of shaley soil, at the continuity of fences, and pleased at the jeep track which confirms a route otherwise requiring pathfinding in places. The ridge top is fairly flat from a walker's viewpoint, and we were able to maintain our regulation "three miles an hour, five minutes halt" routine, but with the hands of our watches creeping towards five we began to realise that the light would dictate our future. The old jeep trail was good in daylight, but it would be nearly impossible by night: I recalled a couple of "horror stretches" between Water Gully and Byrne's Gap, and suggested aiming for the Gap by last light - (Ho! ho! also Ha! ha!). At our 4.45 halt we took in a little high octane, and fairly flew during the next hour - we might as well have stayed on the range and turned in early!
-Breakfast by the Cox from 8.0 to 8.5.0. The runaways were off as
-we reached the river: the Schafer team.was taking breakfast on the west bank, and Jack and Arne preparing to move on the far side. We
+For those who follow, there's some kind of a trap nearing Water Gully from the north: the faint jeep trail apparently follows the ridge right around the top of the Butcher's Creek watershed, joins the Church Creek/Kowmung route and enters Water Gully from its south-western end. The Blue Mts.- Burragorang Tourist Map shows the track dropping directly off Scott's Main into Water Gully. Kevin and I imagined we were on the latter, but it didn't work out and we spent the last few glimmers of the day searching up and down a shadowy creek to find the track out from Water Gully (where we weren't anyway). With great reluctance and greater oathing regarding Water Gully, Scott's Main, Byrne's Gap, Bowral, Admirals and mara....long walks generally, we sat down for the night. Apart from Kevin's gashing his lip whilst breaking timber and my spilling the rice we passed a warm and comfortable night.
-were away in light rain twenty-odd minutes behind the rest, back in our accustomed position as Tail End Charlies, My last time over the Policeman had been in 1940, but the way was quite obvious, and within
-an hour we were making the gradual ascent of the range towards the
+There was no future in shifting without light, so we breakfasted on the spot, moving off shortly after six in the misty morning up the gentle ridge to the south and hoping to sight Byrne's Gap. It was far too hazy for that, but we did intersect the jeep track, and after a little indecision followed it eastward to reach Water Gully by the back door just before 7 a.m. So we had been west of it after all!
-Cooken track which is, by the way, virtually non est. We identified
-the gate, but immediately found:INC had a tendency to veer too far
+In places we could see footprints of the others and wondered if they had managed to stay with the jeep track with enough light to pass the awkward places the previous evening. By now, of course, our own target was Wollondilly bridge and rescue by David Ingram; we couldn't count on cars waiting past 4 p.m. at Wanganderry. A walking party would have to be through Wanganderry by three to have any chance of making Bowral on foot for the last train, and the car owners would assume that people unable to be there at three would aim for Wollondilly.
-.
-south and west towards the rim of the Kowmung, and it cost Kevin much effort with his compass to drag me back onto a decent SE bearing. Mist end rain stayed with us as we slopped towards Kowmung.House, and Jack Marshall joined us over the last half mile or so Aploarently Arne had found his feet were playing up and had deoidcdt:) withdraw, but hadn't been able to join the others to say so, end Jack Had waited for him in vain for a while. He considered we were three quarters of an hoar behind the rest.
+At a few minutes past eight we came to the Tonalli, and learned there from a couple of motor campers that three (one named "Snow") had passed the previous evening, and the rest before us that morning. That gave the racehorses just a chance of making Bowral, but the other quartet - not in the event.
-We took a spell at Kowmung House, and trundled off toal,,,s Bran
-Jan just after noon, a good hour and a quarter behind estimated. time-
+Little remains to tell of our own walking. Kevin was anxious to get to a phone to tell Patsy at Bowrai to await further instructions instead of leaving for Wanganderry at 1 p.m., so he streaked on from Yerranderie to reach Upper Burragorang about elevenish. I knew by now the feet wouldn't stay the distance to Wanganderry or Bowral, so paddled sedately along, plying myself with rum and chocolate at hourly intervals, and (after a most unexpected meeting with Bob Savage leading a veritable convoy of cars to Yerranderie to inspect the old silver mines) came to the Wollondilly just before 12.
-table. For the first couple of miles along Cedar Road Jack was with us, but obviously itching for a greater rate of knots, he pushed on hoping to take the rest at Bran Jan. In point of facts evrv. the sluggards met the main party, arriving at about 1.45 just Dot,
-Heather and Snow were pulling out into the heaviest shower of the
+Dependable David arrived at 12.7 1/2 p.m. and took us back to Spring Corner, where Kevin contacted Bowral. I settled down in my sleeping bag as we rolled sweetly south to Mittagong, where Patsy united Kevin with the beloved green Vauxhall. We went in convoy out to Wanganderry to join the rabble that waited there. Just before we arrived (4 p.m.), the cars of Jack Gentle and Len Fall had headed along the track towards Malcolm's farm at the head of Burnt Flat Creek. There was, however, another utility standing by, and its driver explained that he was an old hand freelance walker, thinking of joining S.B.W. who fancied he might be able to help bring in the way-weary travellers - a nice gesture. We were then five cars, sundry car-travellers, two retired marath...long distance walkers, and a bevy of children, all waiting and brewing tea in the grey chilly afternoon, watching for Snow's gaudy red-white-and-blue cape to waft over the slope of Wanganderry Hill. Now that they knew the others were still en route to Wanganderry the drivers were quite happy to stay on a while longer; they couldn't have passed - Gladys and Len Fall had been there since 11 a.m. The Fall and Gentle cars came skidding back to the junction about five, and we brewed more tea.
-week-end. We started lunch to a barrage of counsel and instruction
-about the Bran Jan facilities from Neil: we finished and moved off alone again, just after 2.30, caped up against the mimzling rain.
+Some time after 5.30 two of the cars departed, and David and I drove 7 or 8 miles west to the Bullio region in case the walkers had reached the road beyond Wanganderry. The light was almost gone as we came back to the junction, and after a brief discussion we concluded that the strays had either (a) changed their minds and retreated to Burragorang, or (b) mislaid Burnt Flat Creek and were destined to pass another night out. A hasty arrangement was made to organise some search and rescue activities on Monday evening, and at 6.15 the cars departed in column towards Mittagong. At that moment Snow's coat of many colours was coming down the last hill towards the road...... but that's another story......
-We'd not been along Scott's Main before, and were amazed at the wealth of grasses in pockets of shaley soil, at the continuity of
-fences, and pleased at the jeep track which confirms a route otherwise
-requiring pathfinding in places. The ridge top is fairly flat from a walker's viewpoint, and we were able to maintain our regulation '?three miles an hour, five minutes halt" routine, but with the hands of our
-watches creeping towards five we began to realise that the light would
-dictate our future. The old jeep trail was good in daylight, but it
-would be nearly impossible by night: I recalled a couple of"11.0c3.?or
-stretches" between Water Gully and Byrne's Gap, and suggested airing for the Gap by last light - (Ho: hol also Hai han. At our 4,45 halt we took in a little high octane, and fairly flew during tbo next hour - we might as well have stayed on the range and turned in early;
-For those who follow, there's some kind of a trep nearing'cater Gully from the north: the faint jeep trail appare;Itl-y follows the ridge right around the top of the Butcher's Creek 7,J. ershed, joins the Church Creek/Kowmung route and enters Water Gully from its southwestern end. The Blue Mts.-Burragorang Tourist Map shows the track
-dropping directly off Scott's Main into Water Gully. Kevin and I
-imagined we were on the latter, but it didn't work out and we spent the last few glimmers of the day searching up and down a shafciwy creek to find the track out from Water Gully (where we werent any7774y) With great reluctance and greater oathing regarding Water Gully Scott's Main, B7rnels Gap, Bowral, Admirals and ma:,-sc.long walks generally, we sat down for the night. Apart from Fe7in's gashing his lip whilst breaking timber and my spilling the rice we passed a warm and comfortable night.
-There was no future in shifting without light, so we breakfasted mn the spot, moving off shortly after six in the misty morning up the gentle ridge to the south and hoping to sight Byrnel.s.Gap. It was far too hazy for that, but we did intersect the jeep track, and after a little indecision followed it eastward to reach Water Gully by the back door just before 7 a.m. So we had been west of it after all
-..
-In places we could see footprints of the others and wondered if they had managed to stay with the jeep track with enough light to pass the awkward places the previous evening, By now, of course, our own target was Wollondilly bridge and rescue by David Ingram; we couldn't count on cars waiting past 4 p.m. at Wanganderry. A walking party would have to be through Wanganderry by three to have any chance of making Bowral on foot for the last train, and the car owners would assume that people unable to be there at three would aim for Wollondilly,
-.P4.t a few minutes past eight we came to the Tonalli, and learned there from a couple of motor campers that three (one named "Snow") had passed the previous evening, and the rest before us that morning.
-That gave the racehorses just a chance of making Bowral, but the other quartet - not in the event.
-Little remains to tell of our own walking. Kevin was anxious to get to a phone to tell Patsy at Bowrai to await further instructions instead of leaving for Wanganderry at 1 p.m., so he streaked on from Yerranderie to reach Upper Burragorang about-elevenish. I knew by now the feet wouldn't stay the distance to Wanganderry or Bowral, so paddled sedately along., plying myself with rum and chocolate at hourly intervals, and (after a most unexpected meeting with Bob Savage leading a veritableconvoy of cars to Yerranderie to inspect the old silver mines) came to the Wollondilly just before 12.
-Dependable David arrived at 12.7i p.m. and took us back to Spring Corner, where Kevin contacted Bowral. I settled down in my sleeping bag as we rolled sweetly south to Mittagong, where Patsy united Kevin with the beloved green Vauxhall. We went in convoy
-out to Wanganderry to join.; the rabble that waited there. Just before we arrived (4 p.m.), the cars of Jack Gentle and Len Fall had headed along the track towards Malcolm's farm at the head of Burnt Flat Crk. There was, however, another utility standing by, and its driver
-explained that he was an old hand freelance walker, thinking of join-
-ing S.B.W. who fancied he might be able to help bring in the way-wear
-travellers - a nice gesture. We were then five cars, sundry car-
-travellers, two retired marath...long distance walkers, and a bevy of
- children, all waiting and brewing tea in the grey chilly afternoon, watching for Snow's gaudy red-white-and-blue cape to waft over the slope of Wanganderry Hill. Now that they knew the others were still en route to Wanganderry the drivers were quAte happy to stay on a while longer; they couldn't have passed - Gladys and Len Fall had been there since 11 a.m. The Fall and Gentle cars came skidding
-back to the junction about five, and we brewed more tea.
-Snme time after 503Q two of the cars departed, and David and I drove 7 or 8 miles west to the Bullio region in case the walkers had reached the road beyond Wanganderry. The light was almost gone as we came back to the junction, and after a brief discussion we concluded that the strays had either (a) changed their minds and retreat ed to Burragorang, or (b) mislaid Burnt Flat Creek and.were destined to pass another night out. A hasty arrangement was made to organise
-some search and rescue activities on Monday evening, and at 6.15 the cars departed in column towards Mittagong,- At that moment Snow's coat of many colours was coming down the last hill towards the road.. ....but that's another story.. ....
-.
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+IT MD TO COME:,
+AND PADDY EtS IT  I.
+You've all had dried eggs arid dried
+vegetables, dried mashed potatoes and dried meat. No doubt you've also had dry bread, but there's no need to have dry bread any more because now we've got dried butter.
+Yes folks, dehydrated butter. It's chief merit is not its lightness or compactness - 12 oz. mixed with water makes a pound of butter - (if you like your butter tasty mix with sour milk
+Instead of water). The great point about concentrated butter is that it doesn't melt in hot weather*
+Those hard-boiled merchants the Yanks have ordered several tons of it
+for tropical use.
+Phone:. BM2685.
+PADDY PAWN
+Lightweight Camp Gear
+CASTLEREAGH St SYDNEY