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Eventually we were together again, climbing up among the crumbling dolerite columns of which Mt.Anne is made; and what a terrific thrill to stand upon that summit on such a day. Just about everything that was worth seeing in southern Tasmania could be seen and appreciated; | Eventually we were together again, climbing up among the crumbling dolerite columns of which Mt.Anne is made; and what a terrific thrill to stand upon that summit on such a day. Just about everything that was worth seeing in southern Tasmania could be seen and appreciated; | ||
- | Lunchtime saw avery entranced party satisfying their scenic | + | Lunchtime saw a very entranced party satisfying their scenic appetites with what surely must be one of the most beautiful natural landscapes in the world. From the rocky eastern edge of the plateau our gaze shot down plummeting precipices into the lovely blue depths of Judd's Charm two thousand feet below. Across |
- | appetites with what surely must be one of the most beautiful natural landscapes in the world. From the rocky eastern edge of the plateau our gaze shot down plummeting precipices into the | + | the lake the incredibly steep slopes of Mt. Sarah Jane, completely covered by the densest and greenest mantle of vegetation (something for the tigers) I have ever seen, rose up nearly to our own level. Far beyond the southern tip of the Charm and some intriguing hanging lakes cradled in their own circle of mountains, the sheer slab of Federation Peak dominated the razor-sharp horizon of the Arthur Range. These features stood out in their attraction and competition for the eye, but even without them it would be a sight that no true bushwalker would be likely to forget. |
- | lovely blue depths of Judd's Charm two thousand feet below. Across | + | |
- | the lake the incredibly steep slopes of Mt. Sarah Jane, completely covered by the densest and greenest mantle of vegetation (something for the tigers) I have ever seen, rose up nearly to our own level. Far beyond the southern tip of the Charm and some intriguing hanging lakes cradled in their own circle of mountains, the sheer slab nf Federation Peak dominated the razor-sharp horizon of the Arthur Range. These features stood out in their attraction and competition for the eye, but even without them it would be a sight that no true bushwalker would be likely to forget. | + | |
- | The rest of the day was spent in leisurely exploring the many interesting features of this remarkable mountain mass. Wild flowers there were a-plenty and of course Henry and Arthur were in their element while Joan and I contented ourselves with trying | + | |
- | to photograph the landscape at large. Finally, after almost twelve | + | |
- | hours of exposure in that brilliant sunshine, it was no hardship to return to our high camp and think about the inner man, for we had had our fill in overflowing measure. At twenty minutes to nine we sipped coffee and watched with wonderment as the sun, distorted into the shape of a fiery ten gallon hat, sank into the | + | |
- | ocean fifty miles to the south-west. It had been OUR day from beginning to end, and as the full moon peeked over Mt. Anne, we | + | |
- | slid into our sleeping bags to sleep the sleep which only the great outdoors can bring to bushwalkers. | + | |
- | The next morning it was time to be off the mountain. Only three days remained of our trip, the three days it would take us | + | |
- | to walk out to Maydena. Only the continuing spell of fine weather tempered our regret at leaving Mt. Anne behind. And so, quietly, each engrossed in his own thoughts, we descended the ridge and looked back, and looked back again. At Condeminion Ck. the gear was recovered and the loads reorganised - ah, that loathsome lump | + | |
- | was getting lighter at last and it was not hard to take. Lunch and a well-earned bath at Huon Crossing and camp at Woody Island set the pattern | + | |
- | out ait Mt. Anne again for the last tiz,3 its peak ablaze in the low rays of the evening sun. Spread over a respectable period of about | + | |
- | three hours, it was a pleasure to engage in a marathon eating effort of six " | + | |
- | were a masterpiece of bushwalking economy. The one trouble was that we burnt too many of them when the lot of us raced out on two | + | |
- | occasions to take pictures of the sunset. (Like all sunset | + | |
- | a. | + | |
- | pictures, the colours improved no end after the first impetuous shots and we graciously gave Kodak a second dividend.) ":;' | + | The rest of the day was spent in leisurely exploring |
- | trip", breathed Joan with a sigh as we bedded down onto a soft | + | |
- | mattress | + | |
- | How well I remember our first encounter with the enemy. | + | |
- | Previously we had enjoyed our arguments with the local walkers on | + | |
- | long trousers versus shorts for Tassie bushwalking. "Wait till | + | |
- | you strike our bauera," | + | |
- | but after braving it for a few hundred yards in shorts, we were forced to admit defeat. It was then that Arthur could not find | + | |
- | his trousers; every nook mad cranny of the " | + | |
- | examined but although the oaths became more bloody, still no long pants were forthcoming. It was a shorts job for Arthur that day, | + | |
- | and a rather painful one at that. Only when he went to bed thrt | + | |
- | night did he unearth his precious pants - right down in the bctL,,pm | + | |
- | of his sleeping bag cover. I have steadfastly refrained | + | |
- | setting down in print the muffled language which filtered out from | + | |
- | the inside of his tent that night. | + | |
- | Those last two days were really enjoyable for their variety | + | |
- | and laughs were two bob a dozen with a party of such character as | + | |
- | ours and we revelled | + | |
- | by the signs of civilisation, until at the end of our last day four bushwalkers with all the character | + | |
- | It was here that the famous Tasmanian h:, | + | |
- | unexpectedly and so unstintingly to glorious hot baths and home- cooked food. Civilisation would indeed have been hard to take without such compensations. | + | |
- | i nd so our trip had ended, as end they all must; that is except for the hundreds of colour slides and the bragging and the endless story-telling and the reminiscenses, and as far as all that | + | |
- | was concerned, it had only just begun. THE END | + | |
+ | The next morning it was time to be off the mountain. Only three days remained of our trip, the three days it would take us to walk out to Maydena. Only the continuing spell of fine weather tempered our regret at leaving Mt. Anne behind. And so, quietly, each engrossed in his own thoughts, we descended the ridge and looked back, and looked back again. At Condeminion Ck. the gear was recovered and the loads reorganised - ah, that loathsome lump was getting lighter at last and it was not hard to take. Lunch and a well-earned bath at Huon Crossing and camp at Woody Island set the pattern for the day, a good day made even better by a memorable campsite and a still more memorable menu. From our tents pitched in a clearing amid beautiful gum trees, we looked out at Mt. Anne again for the last time, its peak ablaze in the low rays of the evening sun. Spread over a respectable period of about three hours, it was a pleasure to engage in a marathon eating effort of six " | ||
+ | apictures, the colours improved no end after the first impetuous shots and we graciously gave Kodak a second dividend.) " | ||
+ | How well I remember our first encounter with the enemy. Previously we had enjoyed our arguments with the local walkers on long trousers versus shorts for Tassie bushwalking. "Wait till you strike our bauera," | ||
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+ | Those last two days were really enjoyable for their variety - good solid track (?) walking through country that was always delightfully changing its character. There were the cool damp myrtle forests with their vines and mosses and their atmosphere of great age and decay; (how can we forget the stumbling over the interminable trees fallen across the track); there were the open button grass plains with their quartzite outcrops, the stretches of green forest where giant ferns formed a canopy above the track and the pleasant interlude of gum trees with good burning wood, and of course, not forgetting the patches of unspeakable Tasmanian mud to make life interesting. Personal incidents and laughs were two bob a dozen with a party of such character as ours and we revelled in the life - it was bushwalking and comradeship at its very best. | ||
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+ | All too soon we found ourselves surrounded by the signs of civilisation, | ||
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+ | It was here that the famous Tasmanian hospitality treated us so unexpectedly and so unstintingly to glorious hot baths and home-cooked food. Civilisation would indeed have been hard to take without such compensations. | ||
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+ | And so our trip had ended, as end they all must; that is except for the hundreds of colour slides and the bragging and the endless story-telling and the reminiscenses, | ||
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Rain gone; no-one missing yet all was well. We waved a cheer to our driver friends and sauntered off into the night. The road-bash down the hill was merely an appetiser. In Green Gully we found Ron Baker fossicking around with a torch. He was apologising profusely to a cow.: "You don't really look like Brian. Wrong shape, side on. But it's hard to tell from behind." | Rain gone; no-one missing yet all was well. We waved a cheer to our driver friends and sauntered off into the night. The road-bash down the hill was merely an appetiser. In Green Gully we found Ron Baker fossicking around with a torch. He was apologising profusely to a cow.: "You don't really look like Brian. Wrong shape, side on. But it's hard to tell from behind." | ||
- | Early on Anzac Day, our energetic leader was stirring us up and chattering away about moving off at eight o' | + | Early on Anzac Day, our energetic leader was stirring us up and chattering away about moving off at eight o' |
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+ | Two lengths away were Pam Baker and Audrey Kenway; a short head to John Luxton and Peter Cummings, Bob O'Hara and John Proudfoot with half a furlong to Col Ferguson; three lengths to a bunched up field of Jack Gentle, Margaret Ryan, Isobel Wilkie, Eileen Taylor, Canada Dry and Beryl Collins; closely followed by Ron Baker, Ernie French and Jean Harvey, with the Leader tailed off last. At the gate I counted them through and slipped into my accustomed position, whipping in the straggling leader. | ||
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+ | The day was cool and the pace a killer. You could not hear the footsteps for the swishing of the bushes, and it wasn't long before I was finding my way, not by the sight of the party in front, but by the smoke of their passing. They were doing at least a mile and a half to the hour - or an hour and a half to the mile, I forget which. | ||
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+ | Unerringly the leader guided the flock along the Black Dog track and rested at the cross roads under Debert' | ||
+ | really, Ron Baker being the only one to drink his tea straight from the billy. He claimed that he'd forgotten his mug but we suspected lightweight tactics. Some Federation officials, accompanied by a group of Y.H.L.C.C. types, arrived as we were leaving and blithely took over our campfires. They, too, were headed for Splendour Rock and we idly wondered if they'd try the same cunning trick at nightfall. | ||
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+ | Onwards and upwards went the leader, followed by the six hundred, tailed up by John Clubfoot and me. He'd caught on - it's so much cleaner when other bods have wiped all the dew from the bushes and the carbon black from the stumps. | ||
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+ | Black Horse Gap was our next breather. It's a steep little scramble to a short-tail like me, and by the time I caught up I was wondering if the wreath I was carrying for the morrow' | ||
+ | of the presence of wombats, and second because the boulders are so big that you feel as if your legs are as short as a wombat' | ||
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+ | At the drop into Warrigal Gap the cliffs are broken up into a stairway; only it was built in Gargantua and us Liliputians had no ropes. Is Margaret' | ||
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+ | The girls regained their dignity down in the saddle and swung up on to the flat top of Merrigal with true bushwalker rhythm. As we intended camping in Merri-merrigal Saddle, water was gathered from the top of the mount - out of the shallow holes in the sandstone at the rate of a quarter of a mug per dip. We began by carefully skimming the water so as not to scoop up mud and twigs, but finished the last 2,000 dozen scoops by bailing sand, leaves, humus and all. The only objecting voice pointed out that in her native Ireland such peat bogs were frequented only by sheep and cattle. Well? ..? | ||
- | Two lengths away were Pam Baker and Audrey Kenway; a short head to John Luxton and Peter Cummings, Bob O' | + | A few short steps brought us to the col, and yours truly remembered too late a long-forgotten lesson; always be in front at the end of the day. Having |
- | Eileen Taylor, Canada Dry and Beryl Collins; closely followed by Ron Baker, Ernie French and Jean HarVey, with the Leader tailed off last. | + | I was just contemplating |
- | Lt the gate I counted them through and slipped into my accustomed | + | |
- | The day was cool and the pace a killer. You couldna hear | + | |
- | the footsteps | + | |
- | before I was finding | + | |
- | but by the smoke of their passing. They were doing at least a | + | |
- | mile and a half to the hour - or an hour and a half to the mile, I forget which. | + | |
- | Unerringly | + | |
- | track and rested at the cross roads under Debert' | + | |
- | Lunch at the top of the Faithful Hound was quite civilised, | + | |
- | really, Ron Baker being the only one to drink his tea straight from the billy. He claimed | + | |
- | suspected lightweight tactics. | + | |
- | Some Federation officials, accompalied by a group of Y.H.L.C.C. | + | |
- | types, arrived as we- were leaving | + | |
- | wondered if they'd try the same cunning trick at nightfall. | + | |
- | Onwards and upwards went the leader, followed by the six hundred, tailed up by John Clubfoot and me. He'd caight on - it's | + | |
- | so much cleaner when other bods have wiped all the dew from the bushes and the carbon black from the stumps. | + | |
- | Black Horse Gap was7ur next breather. It's a steep little | + | |
- | scramble | + | |
- | was wondering if the wreath I was carrying for the morrow's sunrise | + | |
- | service might be used for MB instead. Ernie French took it from | + | |
- | me for the Wombat Parade stretch - apparently he felt more in need of it than I. | + | |
- | Jean Harvey led the girls along the Parade, and after a | + | |
- | discreet interval we males followed. Wombat Parade is so called for two very good reasons - first, because there' | + | |
- | of the presence of wombats, and second because the boulders are | + | |
- | so big that you feel as if your legs are as short as a wombat' | ||
- | Lt the drop into Warrigal Gap the cliffs are broken up into a steirway; only it was built in Gargantua and us Liliputians had no ropes. Is Margaret' | ||
- | The girls regained their dignity down in the saddle and swung up on to the flat top of Merrigal with true bushwalker rhythm. As we intended carping in Merri-merrigal Saddle, water was gathered from the top of the mount - out of the shallow holes in the sandstone at the rate of a quarter of amug per dip. We began by carefully skimming the water so as not to scoop up mud and twigs, but finished the last 2,000 dozen scoops by bailing sand, leaves, humus and all. The only objecting voice pointed out that in her native Oirland such peat bogs were frequented only | ||
- | by sheep and cattle. Well? ..? | ||
- | A few short steps brought us to the col, and yours truly remembered too late a long-forgotten lesson; always be in front at the end of the day. Having slipped once again into the | ||
- | 13-4, | ||
- | rearguard position, there was no place left for my tent, in which | ||
- | I had graciously offered to shelter Pam Baker and Audrey Kenway. | ||
- | I was just contemplating the problem of pitching camp over a clump of Xanthorreae when the two girls started hollering that theytd | ||
- | already reserved a site in the executive suite - in among Brian and Jean, Canada, Ron Baker and Col Ferguson. I suggested that | ||
- | it might be better to put up with the Xanthorreas but, chivalrous to the end, acceded to the girls' request. | ||
I had to admit that the site was roomy and comfortable; | I had to admit that the site was roomy and comfortable; | ||
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