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THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush walkers, Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown Street, Sydney. Box No. 4476, G.P.O. Sydney, Phone JW 1462
283 JULY, 1958 Price 1/-d.
Editor: Geof Wagg, 131 St. Georges Cres. Drummoyne. UF 3435 (B) 1-2 p m. Reproduction: Jess Martin Sales & Subs: Jess Martin Business Manager: Brian Harvey Typed by: Grace Wagg
Suffering For Prospectives 1 Famous Last Words - “Bull Moose” 2 At Our June General Meeting - Alex Colley 3 Anzac Weekend at Mt. Renwick - Dot Butler Hatswell's Taxi & Tourist Service (advt.) 7 The Digby Disclosure - Joan Walker 8 Leica Photo Service (advt.) 11 Warrum - Bungling - Neville Picton 11 The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (advt.) 13 Letter From Edna Garrard 14 Letter From Dormie 15 Your Walking Guide 16 Kossie to Kiandra on Skis - Paddy 17 Paddy's Pretty Busy (advt.) 20
This softy softy stuff for prospective members is all very well, I suppose, but in my opinion it is too easily overdone. For my own tastes I prefer a trip that includes some genuine suffering - like rising in the dark and frost for a first-light start or some ice-cold swimming and wading. And of course the most memorable trips are those when some days later if you meet a fellow sufferer the conversation, goes like this:
“Have you seen old So & So? He's still hobbling:”
“No, but you should see poor Whatsisname - he can't raise his leg high enough to step into a bus.”
I suppose this can be overdone too, but there's no doubt that everyone is capable of doing trips into so-called “Tiger Country” if they're only reared to shed a few comforts and extend a bit of effort. I suppose the trouble arises when a person comes into the Club with no previous walking experience and is pleasantly coddled on his first few trips he forms the idea that this is bushwalking, and doesn't get around to trying any of the more rewarding trips, which are about as different from his experience as Gorgonzola is from Kraft Cheddar. Of course no-one can expect to step straight from rambles over Solitary to Kanangra and returns but at the same time a new bod shouldn't tremble with fear at the thought of going lightweight or only taking half an hour for lunch or seeing the sun rise two days in a row.
When I say I believe that a certain amount of suffering is a good thing, please understand I am speaking strictly of the physical side. Mental suffering, like being left lonely in a crowd, is the worst kind of cruelty and I can sympathie with the unsuspecting stranger stepping straight into our venerable clubroom full of bushwalkers. Also the difficulty a shy person must have in establishing a social foothold among walkers who, quite undeniably, tend to form compact groups.
On the other hand, prospectives must be prepared to make some kind of effort on their own behalf, and to help out we members who aren't particularly gifted, with a flow of light conversation, but who are always ready to talk if properly prompted.
To be brief, I think more ear-bashing in the Club and less spine bashing in the bush should be the order of the day and the Prospective Members Night to be held on 23rd of this month is a first-rate opportunity for a get together of old, new, and coming members.
or - “Bull Moose”
WHY DON'T I KEEP MY BIG MOUTH SHUT?
“I know where we are now - Euroka is just over this ridge.” “This water is O.K. to drink - I've drunk it hundreds of times.” “-Fes, I like lots of curry in the stew.”
“This is where hobnailed boots come into their own - just watch the way I climb round this pool.” “We needn't book seats on the train at Easter - there'll be tons vacant.”
“I'm glad I've got tough skin and don't burn easily” “Don't worry, there's ample water in the porridge.” “Lower me down oh the rope and if I can't go on you can haul me up again.”
“If it rains, I'll eat my boot.” (Splash-drip-splatter-munch-crunch-burp)
“Follow me. I know a short cut through this swamp.” “Watch me get in front and burn Manning off.”
EARBASHING PLUS! Brian Harvey says he has attended no less than fifty-six consecutive General Meetings and/or Committee Meetings. He should have a good idea of what has been going on.
Our President, who was again in the Chair, opened the meeting with a welcome to new member Irene Pridham.
A letter from Allen Strom informed us that there was to be a conservation conference on 9th August. Ron Knightley and Alex Colley were appointed delegates and empowered to urge the creation of a primitive area in the Kosciusko State Dark, and to ask the Conference to remind the state Government of its promise to create the Greater Blue Mountains National Park.
The Treasurer's report, which recorded a carry over of L1,160 to next month, sounded satisfactory to everyone except Frank Ashdown, whose attentive ear caught mention of a sum of L7 paid to the Launceston walking Club to Cover a deficit on sale of magazines. The President explained that the magazines had been sent to us for sale, but a number had disappeared, without being paid for. This, said Frank was a most unsatisfactory state of affairs nobody appeared to be responsible. Brian Harvey said that the Launceston Club has been asked to refrain from sending more magazines, to which Frank replied that this should have been done seven years ago. However, he was willing to accept the explanation given, provided it didn't occur again.
In her walks report Joan Walker said that trips should be advertised fourteen days in advance and that the advertised trips were usually well attended. A new walks programme is ready for filling. Next the 9ecretary moved that the typewriter at present used for the magazine be transferred to general club use and P new typewriter be nurchased for tle magazine at a net cost of 50. The Club tynewriter, he eleclained, was 27 years old and generally decrepit. The best tynewriter for the magazine was one with a 15“ carriage and elite tyne. A good sturdy machine was needed one that would stand up to abuse, which, he hastened to Pdd, it would get when the Assistant Pecretary WPS away and the Secretary onerated it. Brian Harvey (Magazine Business Manager) estimated that elite tyre would cut down nanPr con- sumption lipy 20% and save 10 a year. Kath Brown confirmed that, in her experience, the typewriter had had its day. Recent Assistant Secretaries had used other machines. Ron Knightley told us we had some 370 in cash and bonds. On being put, Ken's motion was carried with only a murmer of dissent. Frank Ashdown voted for it. There being no other general business the meeting closed at 9 p m. A CALL FOR HELP FROM THE SECRETARY Can someone assist in tracing the following members whose addresses are lost, strayed or overdue : Mrs. Thelma Walker, last known at 455 Marrickville Road, Dulwich Hill. Mr. Ben Bishop ANZAC WEEKEND AT MT. RENWICK r Dot Butler 6.30 D.Me Thursday, 24th April, saw three of us setting forth from Camden through a fierce deluge in the Dalai Lama's car. The windscreen wiper was working, but she had a broken main spring. Four hours later we reached the Tomerong turnoff ten miles out of Nowra. Here Stitt was to meet us and show us the way to Sassifrass, but as the Stitt motor bike is slightly more decrepit than the Duncan buggy it would be straining optimism a bit too far to expect him before midnight, so we decided to get in a few hours' sleep while we were waiting. It was still raining and the ground was a morass so we gave up the idea of putting up a tent and prospected round for a likely looking shelter. A storage shed at the back of a shop had distinct possibilities, so we went to a nearby service station to ask permission to spend a few hours in it. An old chap there offered instead to open up a vacant butcher's shop across the road for our use, and here it was we bedded down luxury on the concrete floor, having put a note for Stitt on the car windscreen to aquaint him of our whereabouts. At some unearthly hour of the night we were awakened by a torch flashing in our faces and were granted a vision of Stitt and little Dotty Barr wearing the whole waterproof clothing stock of Sterns' nisposal. Store. This motor-biking can ba a cold business: They told us the Puttmobile with twelve aboard had just gone through and suggested we rouse ourselves and do likewise. When our turn came to talk we suggested their bed down on the concrete with us and move on in the morning and meet the others at breakfast. !s is usual in all Bushwalker agreements, they had their way and we had ours: they roared off into the night in the wake of the vanishing Puttmobile: we pushed the door shut, put a boot against it, and went back to sleep. Some four or five hours later we were sitting up in our sleeping bags in the dark eating a baked rice pudding for breakfast, then we packed UD by sense of touch, hoped we hadn't forgotten anything, and stepping outside our nice snug little retreat we drove off in the grey dawn in pursuit of our narty. Down a hill, un a hill; see the white moths take their swift crazy flight through our headlights. Past open grazing ground; watch the stars pale and fade and the blue earth-shadow sinking down and down to the horizon. On through a belt of trees; a small huddle of habitations, several parked vehicles by the grassy roadside. A lanky figure drams itself out of a small one-man tent, like a grub emerging from banana skin, and nuts his head through the doorwaY of the large vehicle. “Good morning you Pack of blear-eyed sods,” says he affably. Comes a deep growl from within, “The same to you: Greetings - and anythinw else that can be had for nothing:” Ah, Bushwalkers, obviously. We have found our party. The Dalai Lama nulls his car off the road, looks anxiously at its broken mainspring, says “0 dear,” or words to that effect, Pnd we join the others at breakfast round their small smokey fire. From a nearby shed in Major Sturgiss' paddock several figures emerge with cooking utensils. The occupants of Laurie's car had slept there, but those of the Thattmobile - the whole twelve of them - victims of an almost unbelievable inertia, had stayed right where they were in a heap inside the %ttmobile all night: These ore-dawn breakfast gatherings are unique - there are never any two alike. Colin, crouched in the driver's cabin, is fighting a. recalcitrant wind- screen wiper which gave him trouble the 15revious evening. Various bads are crouched over smokey fires insulting each other's breakfast. Bookie in his pyjamas and shorts atop is a sight to delight the heart as he drifts vaguely and 4. 5. goodnaturedly about with a number of lurid paper-backed novels clutched in one hand and a plate of food in the other. Over by the shed a couple of bads are scuffling in Major Fturgiss' paddOck. “Hey, hey: Take it quietly you two,” comes the admonishing voice of the Dalai Lama, “or Colonel Caviare will rush out 8nd shovel you over the fence with a long-handled shovel:” (Speaking of long-handled shovels, the one you see there doesn't belong to Major Sturgiss - it belongs to Colin, and it's going to be carried twenty or thirty miles through the bush so that Putto can dig a hole with it and make a Maori oven and cook up a side of sheen he has in his pack.) By now it is light. Colin gives a triumphant flick to the windscreen wiper. It works: “Right,” he roars, “loving off in five minutes::” Jane hastily hands him his breakfast. The ,rest of the party cram everything into their stomachs or into their packs according where it belongs, and in five minutes time the door of the Puttmobile is slammed shut and we are moving off. How's that for order among the troons: We go a couple of hundred yards, then the vehicle nulls up and Colin gets out. “Sorry,” he says, “but you've got to walk. If I take the car down this clay hill after all this rain I won't get her up again.” So out everybody got, shouldered packs, and off on the nine miles of road-walk to the old sawmill site. Pete's motor bike wasn't deterred, however, and we watched him skidding off ahead with Dot on the nillion and the sidecar laden with packs and impediments, including the long-handled shovel and the half side of sheep. Three hours later we met up again; that was because we had now reached the sawmill and the road didn't go any further. The nerty was all assembled, then we followed a steep timber track and dropred down into Viney Creek, and an even steeper pull up the other side. Next a fair bit of sidling around a mountain with a fine rock chute of a waterfall to give it character; and throughout the long day someone or other was to be seen all for the love of Colin lugging the long-handled shovel through the rough. Somewhere alohg the way we had lunch. The narty,soon showed signs of settling into the usual nattern typical of large groups: a small advance guard of “flyers”, a large grout of “Middlemen” and a small tail-end of stragglers. 'Someone who had “been there before” kept with each groun, so we were all able to follow our fancy with an easy conscience. By late afternoon it became obvious to our leader that he wouldn't get the party through to the site he had honed for, so another spot about an hour short of the original one was selected and we carried on. Towards sundown we passed through a high unland swamp dotted with tarns that shone blue-white in the last light of day, and just ahead rose a long wall of sandstone like a miniature Ayre's Rock fringed with trees. Here we made our base camp in the failing daylight, collecting bracken for our beds and wood for the campfire while one by one the little tents appeared under the trees. As is usual, everybody was early to bed to catch up on some sleep after the lack of it the previous night. I discovered I had left my tent in the butcher's shop at Tomerong turnoff, but it was a perfect night so I wouldn't have put it up ih any case. As we dropned off to sleep on our hean of bracken under the stars the only thing we regretted was that our heads were down the -wrong end. At dawn we awoke to find Venus still shining in the sky, its crescent shape visible through a telescope, as well as one of its tiny satellite moons. You don't notice these little things unless you have a trained twilight observer at hand to point them out. Don Matthews; one of the “been-there-before” boys, led us off in the direction of Mt. Renwick, by swamp and tree-clad slope and wallaby parade under the cliff faces. After an hour we Cane to the site Which Colin had originally decided -would be our base camp. Here were several tents erected, belonging to members of the Kameruka Club. The occupants were away climbing, but we were able to tell exactly what each member had had for breakfast and possibly tea the night before by studying their unwashed plates and billies. Snow and Geof put un their tent and those who would be staying here the night dumped their camping gear, then away we went for Mt. Renwick. From a high hillside we looked down on an extensive swam and were amazed to see P flock of sheen and hear the tiny tinkling of a sheen bell in that rugged country. Prom a high rock outcrop we looked across a gorge and were startled to see two small figures like a couple of mountain goats half way un P roc17 face onnosite we held P shouted conversation with them. They were Kameru'-a members, and they asIzed ue had we seen anything of Barry. BarrY was their leader and Barry was lost. But no, we hadn't seen him. Thereafter throughout the day, whenever we encountered any near or distant Tamerukas on rock faces or sillbouetted against the sl,v we would shout out, “Has anyone seen Barry?” But nobody had. Lunch time found us seated on the ton of 7t. 7enwicle with T)on coursing restlessly back and forth, snotting occasional members of the rearguard nart, but never the whole bunch of them. Geof, Grace, Pnow, nonnie Newis and Bev, with their hearts set on getting n glimpse at least of the tail of the Castle (they knew they wouldn't have time to climb it), ate their lunch like men on the march, ready to spring un at a second's notice and be off. From our lunch snot the incredible stratified mounds of rock ranking up Irambank, like a cluster of bee-hives, looked so inviting that we nlanned to go across and climb them. But first we would climb un yonder rock wall and have a look at the tail of the Castle. Strangely, this took some time, and by the time we had selected the right ascent route it was too late for those of us who had to return to base camp to do anything else but bid farewell to Geoffo and party and set off for camp and the side of sheen in the Maori oven. We took a short cut back, and met a couple of Knmerukes on top of Mt. Fletcher, but in answer to our shouted enquiry, they had not seen Barry. As we plunged down a, steen gully we heard voices ahead, and what was our surprise to run into Colin and the rest of our party making their way back, so we slowed up and went with them, and by a very nice piece of organising Colin got them back to camp before the sun went down. Well, now the big moment was come when the Maori oven would be opened up. First the too earth was shovelled off, all nice and warm to stand in. Next came the to layer of hot rocks, then the six inch pad of bracken, exposing the side of mutton wrapped in a white cloth, (one of Jane's discarded sheets). For the sake of those who like to know everything about a Maori oven, underneath the beastie Was another layer of bracken, and a lower layer of hot rocks. But the dozen or so ravenous Bushwalkers who clustered around the pit were not interested in anything but THE FOOD. Colin hacked it up with sweeping Viking slashes and the mob fell upon it. Before long everyone was grease to the elbows, not to mention fat all over the face. Everyone, did I say? Ah no. Who is that pathetic little figure sitting lonely by a guttering campfire, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a writhing stomach? Take a second look before I tell you, so you won't call me a liar. It is indeed none other than our Club's champion food nccenter, the man who has never been known to turn down a free hand-out - in other words DUNCAN! And why is he not running true to form? The sad truth is that he has got a cold in his stomach - a cramp, if you like, and he just couldn't face it. 4, FOR ALL YOUR TRANSPORT PROBLEMS CONTACT HATSWELL'S TAXI & TOURIST SERVICE RMG, WRITE, WIRE or CALL ANY HOUR - DAY or NIGHT 'PHONE: Blackheath IN459 or W151 BOOKING OFFICE: 4 doors from Gardners Inn Hotel (LOOT FOR TTAT NEON cIGN) SPEEDY 5 OR 8 PASSENGER CARS AVAILABLE LARGE OR SMALL PARTIEP, CATERED FOR FARES: KANANGRA WALLS 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers) PERRY'S LOOKDOWN JENOLAN. STATE FOREST 20/- II 11 Ti IT CARLON'S FARM 10/- ” “ 11 WE WILL BE PLEASED TO QUOTE OTHER TRIPS OR SPECIAL ;PARTIES ON APPLICATION Sunday. Space is running out, but I've got to get us back home. We left in the early damn and retraced our steps across the swamp, and round the hillsides and past the waterfall where Yvonne's pack, being nassed down a rockface, got out of control and nearly landed up in a deep gully below, but a flying football tackle just saved it. We ran into a belt of nettles climbing up out of Viney Creek, then up the timber slide to the sawmill site and Stitt's motor bike. Here Ceoffo and narty caught up, so a few of us settled down with them and ate lunch while the others went on to lunch further along the road. Pete and Colin drove off on the motor bike to fetch the ?uttmobile. The weekend had been fine after all and the clay road would have dried out. We watch our two wcrthies and the long-handled shovel disanpearing along the road, and after lunch we follow after, meeting up with the others along the way. It was now a case of seeing how many miles we could put in before the '' uttmobile should return and we would have to board the infernal machine. Jane and Rona and I stepped it out to such good effect that we only had to ride for the last three miles. Then all into our respective vehicles and it's “Home James and don't snare the horsepower:” And so ends another saga of Ulysses Putt and his crew. One of Colin's compatriots called Arawatta Bill has made history in New Zealand by climbing his way over the Alps with the aid of a mining shovel. Perhaps a fitting tribute to Colin would be that he has achieved the summit of Nt. Renwick with the aid of a long-handled shovel. 7. 8. THE DIGBY DISCLOSURE - Joan Walker Not as many walkers on the tracks AS in the good old days? You should have been in Blackheath this Queen's Birthday weekend: Booted bode stamped their feet on the pavement, pack-laden walkers dodged round the local population, leaders besieged Hatswell's doorway with demands for transport and S.B.W. retired quietly to A cafe to indulge in their favourite nastime - eating. We could get no transport to Morong Creek until the next morning, so, over tea, we considered how to spend the night. Camp in the bus shed? - vetoed by those who had done it before - the grounds behind the hotel? - vetoed by the waterbag” who guessed how that would end - the park down the street? - we had all, seen the thick frost already there - but why does the leader look so pleased? Well, it would seem Ern party, bound for Newnes, were spending the night in the family weekender, and if we cared to join them ..? Okay, Digby, you can take full credit; it was a mighty bit of bludging. So it was that the boys slept on the lounge room floor while Price and myself, being the weaker vessels, enjoyed the luxury of beds, (Inequality of the sexes - ain't it Wonderful?) We were a keen party - Don Reid had flown from Canberra for the weekend - Neville Rhodes, a visitor, was returning to Davies Canyon for the third time to complete his series of shots, I had been trying for nearly three years to join a trip there, and so it was that we were up and waiting for the car while the stars were yet in the sky. We waited while the first fingers of red crept up the horizon, waited while the clouds turned crimson, while the glistening whiteness in the valleys lost its ghostly character and became fields of frost. We waited till Ern was roused enough to offer us tea and then Hatswell came. The weather chopped and changed as we drove towards Mbrong, but, just as the car stopned by our timber track it decided what it would do - it snowed. Into this we stumbled to eata late breakfast and finally moved off towards Baldy Harry at a time the leader will not let me mention. A cold wind moved us briskly down Sally Camp Creek so that lunch found us above the first falls. While our billies boiled over one of Jack Perry's mighty fires we considered the prospect. A pretty mountain stream with little falls and rapids plunged suddenly down a great cliff into a deep and still pool then fell again another hundred odd feet to the creek below. Slowly we made our way down that scree slope, watching with equal care our own footing and that of the person above us. It was here I began to suspect a sinister fued - myself the victim with Don intent on at least stunning me with a rolling stone. Here, also, I disproved the tale that the nettle, firmly grasped, does not sting, for I sure hung onto that nettle bush. Into the canyon, past the falls we had seen from above; clambering along the banks and across the creek, a cry of despair from Frank when he at 9. last wet his feet, five minutes, no more, and we stood above the second falls. Nell, we knew of maw who had been down here before - an abseil off that log - fifteen feet to the ledge - make your way along it then down that steep rib to the creek so many feet below - but it WRS but an hour or so to dark and no-one was sorry when Digby said no go for that night. A few months ago in Tassie we often used to ask “How lucky can you be?” Well, now I know, lucky enough to cam o warm and dry in Davies Canyon. Beyond the spray from the falls, nrotected from the wind that blew down the canyon, handy to a pile of driftwood (next party please note: this no longer axists) we found a rocky platform. In an area not fifteen feet square we “pitched” our tents - thank goodness no prospectives to witness it - without a single tent neg. Ours was probably the most unorthodox - fixed slantwise f from cliff well to ground and covering a narrow raised shelf on which two bods and a log (to keep the bods on) could just fit. A layer of greenery between us and the rocks (conservation? Yes - of the party), a drizzle of rain in the air and it was a snug camp until about 10.30 when I was forcibly wakened. “The rain,” said Digby, “It's coming into the tent.” Rain: No fear, that was ice on our groundsheets. Taking advantage again of the inequality of the sexes I nobly offered to hold the torch while Frank crept out into the drifting snow to lower the end of our shelter and arrange our Packs_ as a weather break. All was quiet for another six hours when the corner of the tent slid gently off its perch onto Digby's face. As he stumbled out into the dark P voice cried piteously from another tent, “You're not getting up now, are you?” However it was still dark when we wore ordered from our bags and very, very cold. As the night died the scree sloe seemed to shine through the dark, to gleam, glisten and finally, in the early dawn, show as “:). snow-covered slone. We turned around and the opposite wall of the canyon nnd the driftwood pile were covered in snow. Against the wall tree-ferns and bracken, their fronds veined heavily with white, stood darkly. The tents were edged with tiny drifts and the cold spot Bev complained of resolved itself into a. sheet of ice nearby. No loitering today; while three of us broke camp Frank, Neville and Jack again investigated the descent. Returning to camp they declared themselves willing to give it a go. We thoughtfully sent our leader down first and waited out of the wind while he worked along the ledge a bit. A call to Neville and Jack and the leader reanpeared - getting somewhat wet in the process. We were all relieved when he declared it might be O.K. for Manning, Wg g& Co., but he preferred to travel over something firmer. So up the steep hillside we clambered, fingers and toes frozen by the snow, dodging falling stones again, until mid-morning found us on the ridge above. You have heard of mile-a-day country - well, we now looked back on yesterday's lunch spot no more than 500 horizontal yards away but separated by so much vertical effort. On this ridge occurred an incident for which I cannot praise the leader too highly. Sheltered from the wind we found a party of three melting snow for a cupps and enjoying a late breakfast. They had pulled out of the creek above the first falls and were intending to spend the rest of the weekend at Caves House. Did this wonderful examnle of white-antism temrt our lender? No - instead he must have insnired the three to continue through to Tatoomba for they also placed themselves in the hands of Neville the Navigator and followed us back to the creek. A navigator, who hPs been there before, is P great comfort. Down, down the ridges we went, and here, there being no rocks to set rolling, Don hurled himself bodily down the slone. The culmination of thiF fue,r3 cnme the next day when he annarentiv induced Boy to push a. numnlrin-sized gibber down onto me - the quickest bit of footwork I've ever done removed me from its nnth, and the splash as it reached the Cox brought the others runninp to see who had fallen in. Down the creek we stoned for lunch - nine walvars in the “roughest country in the State” (vide Tuesday's Sun), isolPted in the trackleFs hills, but surely that was a 'voice, P hail from the onposite hillside. Dronning (almost literally) into our midst were your more walkers. Thurat Creek yesterday, Davies Canyon today WPF their nrogramme. 70t for us, thank goodness; their whirlwind progress down to the Cox made us glad to be rabbits. Nhat can I say about the rest of the trip? Describe the falls of the lower canyon? Spectacular - breath-taking - words cannot tell that thrill as one gazes at some natural masterpiece. Tell of that narrow chasm down which the waters -passed? Or of Guouogang looming high above us into the clouds? Or that last peaceful camn on Tanangra River with P starry sly nnd grassy banks - hard to realise just P few miles from the harsher, grander country we had seen. The Monday dawned fine and clear, but only two of the narty saw it. Jack and Neville, intent on early trains, moved off when ,71anned, the rest followed somewhat later. Down the Cox to `.'thite Dog - time flying away from us - we are convinced this stretch of river has been lengthened since the man waS drawn - up the ridges, Deberts, Clear Hill, (but ston we must, desnite the hour, for the view from Heinle Hill and Tarro's), then Narrow Neck, the track at its swampiest and scratchiest worst, stretched before us. Jumpers out and torches on, then the final rush as three of us delayed the train till Don and hot snring rolls came running un the stens. We by-nassed some of the canyon and had to hurry through much of it. I like to think of this trip RS but a forerunner of P more leisurely enjoyment of the canyon's beauties, with no deadline at Tatoomba to hurry us on. Anyway, it was a mighty trip. Monologue by Frank Ashdown late on Friday night: -“Anyone got a torch handy? Can't find mine, but it's in the tent somewhere. Not that I can't go to bed in the dark, but I want to find it to make sure it's not turned on.” 10. Yo 4 press the button, we'll do the rest I Finegrain Developing Spariding Prints Perfect Enlargements Your Roll films or Leica films deserve the best SERVICE LEICA PBOTO SERVICE 31 Macquarie Place SYDNEY N.S.W. INARRUI4 BUNGLINC-S - Neville Picton What happens when a new member of the S.B.W. gets posted away from Sydney? Does he give up Bushwalking, or does he instill in all those he meets the Bushwalking spirit? In most towns, I think the former; in this one, a bit of both. This, however, is what happened to me. Saturday, 18th January, 1958 - A letter in the mail. “Oh hell,” says Neville. “What's up?” says Mum. “This envelope looks like the ones they use to send out postings.” “Well, open it up.” A note .. “You are requested to commence duty 4th February, 1958, at Coonabarabran Intermediate High School.” “Where the hell is Coonabarabran?” A map was dug out (all school-teachers have one handy for such emergencies). Coona was placed about 100 miles North of Dubbo (I wasn't really sure where Dubbo was) and slightly more West of Tamworth. The next fortnight was spent nlanning and packing. “Nell I might as well toss in a sleeping bag and rucksack. The map placed the warrumbungles up there somewhere and I've heard Henry Gold and a few others raving about that area, and when I'm in Sydney next weekend I might PS well buy a man of the area.” So off I went to Coonabarabran, which turned out to be quite a nice little place really, comparing favourably with many larger country towns. 1st February - arrived at Cnona. 2nd February - “Night drive out and have a look at this Timor Rock.” So out I went. Timor is a volcanic plug (Trachite) about 500 - 600 feet high. By its base runs Shawn's Creek, which in dry weather runs mostly under the stnnes, but provides good water if you boil it'. The Rock is about eight miles from Coona. Reports from the townspeople vary. e g. 1 - “Timor is easy to climb. So and so took a six year old child e g. 2 - “Wouldn't touch Timor with a forty-foot nole. A Scout Master fell about 75 feet and broke a leg or arm or something.” e g. 3 - “I've got a photo of a family group on top.” This last proved to be a photo taken at the old “Bottle Rock!' (which has now fallen) which was, I believe, about a third of the way up. However on 2.2.58 I hadn't heard these reports so I sot off un. Almost up. Got to within 40 feet of the top and things got a bit dicey. well! I might go home Pnd come out some other time end go right up.” 8th February - “Come on Harry. Let's go un Timor 7.ock. today.” “What's it like,” says Harry. it 'a P bit steen on the front but we'll have P look around the back.” So with Jill Pnd Elaine as cooks at base CPM70 INU set off round the worth side of Timor. “We might get un this way.” “Not b likely.” “Ah well Let's have a look around here.” “Hang on. What em I sunnosed to stand on.” “ThPt bit of rock there. Down a bit. Half an inch to the left.” “Hell:” “FunIY: That bit of rock didn't look to be loose.” “UP this crack here.” One hour later. “What's holding that thumping big rock over your head.” “Can't get past the damned thing.” mNell,. we might as well go down. This rain might make the rock a bit slippery anyway.”.- 14th February.- off to Sydney to buy textbooks etc. While there I bought a camera and 100 m m. lens, a couple of rolls of Kodachrome, and of course, a haze filter. 12. “Ah 13. 23rd February - back at Timor. Same crew with two new climbers, Monty and Mac, “Let's try the West side.” “Hell: It's sheer rock.” “Let's try the SX, corner on the West side.” Half an hour later. “Let's go back down.” Quarter of an hour later. “How about the creek side at the western end?” “We'll try here.” “Look, Nev, tricoune marks: This must be the ivy. up. Come on.” Half an hour later. “Harry.” 'Yes.” “They are my tricoune marks. This is the way you can't get up.” “I'm hungry, let's go back and see if lunch is ready.” “It should be, it's 3.30.” 1st March - Timor. Same two cooks. Harry, Monty and I arc climbing - Mac has been posted to Molong. We have 100 feet of rope for coming down nnd for belays if we need them. Harry and Monty prefer to slide down the rope rather than abseil, but are showing interest in the easier form of travel. By now we know that the way up is the western end of the creek side - the last crack almost - the crack being shaped like a C, crescent shaped. This does in fact provide a. route to the top. The climbing is not what I would call easy and in a few places I felt it was much easier to think about food or anything rather than the horrible mess which would result if one fell 200 feet straight down without even the odd rock to bounce off on the way. Apart from that it was a good climb, although the tint of water we cnrried was not really enough. Well we were thirsty. The view from the ton does not show any of the other main features except Mopra, but does provide some excellent scenery when looking over Coona and across the flat with the Coolah Mountains in the distance and just a hazy glimpse of the Win Divide. . When you try to climb a rock three times and fail, and get Up on the fourth, you feel really good. Timor, I guess, rates low on the scale of difficulty, but judging by the looks on Harry and Monty and the way rfelt - well - Hillary and Tensing Couldn't have felt much better at the to of Everest. “Hell! It's three o'clock. I'm STnV1-77). Let's go back down and find some FOOD.” YOU DEFINITELY CAN'T BANK ON IT You can't bank on August Bank Holiday - but those walkers, who, by their devoted attention to their jobs throughout the year will have earned their relaxation on Monday, 4th August next, CAN bank on n minimum of feet- vetting on Brian Harvey's Bank 7o1idn.7Wv,lk, which entails only two crossings of the cold Cox, and even those may be avoided, if we can sneak through Cloolnra Portal on the left bank. To encourage the Lower Income Group by saving the added train fare to Blaclrheath and the 7/6 cflr fare to mepalong 'ost Office, it is now Proposed that the Talk will leave Tatoemba vin Nellie's Glen on the Friday night to camp at the Old nub site. Thence down the Fix Foot Track to Old Father Cox, un Breakfast and GlenPlan Creeks to Glennlnn Crossing. This latter section will cover Pn interesting and little-trodden rortion of ,Rc C. Creeks, involving the by-passing of several nicturesouf' waterfalls nrd pools. Tea at the All British Cafe, Katoombe. Total fares - 24/-. Brian Harvey - Business BU.I611 'private Ju.14A2. Maria Theresien Schlosal, Hellbrun, Salzbert. 5th June, 1958. Dear Bushwallcers, Here is a brief record of my trip to date. Please excuse z for y as I can't get used to this machine in the short time for which I have it. Went first to Bangkok and found that very colourful and interesting - things like the King's Barges which are 150 feet long and very much decorated. Did zou see the film “The King and I”? Thez used one of the barges in that. Temples with large gold Buddahs. A lot of the life of the town is on the canals. Went out and saw the markets, which comprise barges carrzing fruit and vegetables, but was rather horrified to see the locals swimming and cleaning their teeth in the canals into which all the rubbish goes: Went down to Cambodia and found Ankor Wat fascinating. It is verz necessarz, in mz opinion, to read it all up before zou go as the guides' English is verz poor. It was verz hot in the East and at all the airports in the Middle East; at all times of the night the heat was reallz shocking. After looking dawn on the muddz Nile and Ganges it was wonderful to flz over the Blue Mediterranian. Greece and Southern Italz looked glorious from the air with high mountains, snowcapped, with glaciers in places coming down to the sea. Italz was verz interesting and Florence and Venice are verz tempting to females, with lovelz things to buz - clothes, linen, leatherwork and glass. However, I managed to be prettz firm with mzself. The churches were interesting and saw the Pope at St. Peters. On the whole I was glad to leave the cities and was thrilled with the mountains of North Italz. Had several lovelz dazs at Cortina and went to the Gross Glockner, which is a magnificent mountain. On the waz the fields were full of brightlz coloured flowers and everzwhere thez have been hazmaking - I love the smell of newlz cut haz. There is verz little machinerz in Italy and most of the farm work is done bz hand, and thez use bullocks and donkies. Had a lovelz daz's walking at Cortina when I followed a stream through the woods. Fortunatelz struck a Rhodesian girl who also liked walking. We had rolls and wine at an inn, for lunch. Had some difficultz with the language in Italz as their season has not started, However, I saw the country and went over the lovelz passes. Austria is coming up to all mz expectations. Loved Vienna. Had an interesting tour of Vienna bz night and visited cafes in the Vienna Woods, finallz seeing a verz good floor show at a night club. Thez gave us wine at each stop and champagne at the nightclub. Bz midnight I could have done with a good Australian steak: Zesterdaz went to Berahtesgaden'and was verz thrilled with mz glimpse of Bavaria. Hitler seems to have picked out a remarkable spot for his Eagle's nest. We inspected the underground fortifications. The Konig See struck me as rather like the sounds of New Zealand. Have been to Wolfgang See and had tea at the White Horse Inn in tourist fashion. Often wish I had some S.B.W. friends with me. Regards to all. Edna G. 14. 15. ofiVEGETARIAN - : GLUTEN. STEAKS Tasty meatless meals with a high protein value. They come in tins, and only need to be fried. A very satisfying substitute for fresh meat. Delicious when cooked in batter :I Delhi, India. Sunday, 18/5/58. Dear Bushwalkers, Today I took un residencu in a private boarding establishment in this, the chief city of the Republic of India, after having been for nine days at Darjeeling, over 7,200 ft. above seP level -in the HimPlpya Mountains. It is hard to believe that where Snnndragons and Cnlendulns grow in R normal way, and the ordinary business of life proceeds in a normPl fnshion, the altitude is higher than that of Mt. ,Kosciusko, our-highest mountain. True it is that you have dense mists that come 1210 from nowhere, mpking g;-,neral visibility very poor, but still the people move about in dense throngs, greeting _each other in the market-place and in the tortuous 1Pnes that cend and descend everywhere. Although for chennness (8 rupees per day, equRl to 16/- in our money)-I boarded where Indian meals only, were served, yet I was able to relieve ,the monotony by going to a place called Glenory's, where every dish under the sun was served “a la carte”. Here I had my evening me-a to the accompaniment of the latest recorded music from the United States. Although part of the HimalayRs, the views from Darjeeling of the highest peaks were disappointing and frustrating because the mists already mentioned blotted out such distant. scenery. (Hangchenjunga, 28,146 ft., the third highest of the Himalayan peaks, is 42 miles from Dnrjeeling.)- - The higher you climbed, the more likely- you were' to become envelooed in P dense cloud. Daybreak wns the best time for seeing these “ginnts”; if you missed out on seeing them at 6 a m., there was very little chance during the rest of the day, because the rising sun only gathered un more nnd more cvanoration clouds es the day wore on. But if you did see those “tops” etirly, in the morning, you were rewarded with an unforgettable sight. The snow on the peaks glistened like silver in the morning sun. On the first !Darning of my stay in Darjeeling I saw them from ati bedroom window, but did not photograph them at the time, because I just took them for- granted, and mistakenly thought that Ftny old time would do. However, the rest of the nine days at Darjeeling was like the musician's quest after “the lost chord: I was vainly seeking the glory which for a short time only had appeared. I even climbed 6i miles up Tiger Hill with try pack to spend the night at an altitude of nearly 8,500 ft. above sea-level so that / might get a glimpse at dawn of Everest, over 29,000 ft. above sea-level, but all I recorded with my movie camsra WAS a mere glimpse indeed, which one has to pick out from the surrounding clouds. The locals tell me that November is the best time for visibility. Yours, trlormiet YOUR WALKING GUIDE - JULY Walk No. Morong Ck-Paralyser-Guouogang. Medium Test Walk of ridges west of Cox. Climb of 2,500 ft. on Sunday, with views of Wild Dogs etc. See leader re transport. Glenbrook-St. Helena-Soringwood.- Interesting walk of lower mountains. Mostly ridge-walking and good campsite at Pt. Helena. Cost - 15/5. 70 Waterfall-Kangaroo Ck-Audley. A nonular walk in National Park. Good track without climbing for an easy day. Cost - 8/4.. 71 Jenolan Pine Forest-Black Range-Megmlonp Volley-Kotoombo.. A medium walk with good track and easy climb to Katoombo. Cost - 44/9. 72 Perry's-Blue Gum-Lockley's Pylon-Leura. Medium Test walk camping at Blue Gum Forest. Climb of 2,500 ft., thence good track to Leura. Excellent views 'Of Grose Valley. Cost - 27/9. 75 Bobbin Hd.-Cowan Ck-Cowan. Easy walk in Karingoi Chose with track. Cost - 10/2. 74 Morong Ck-Kowmung R-Doris Ck-Kanangra. An excellent opnortunity to -visit the Kowmung made possible by private transport. Swimming might be necessary, with rock-scrambling and rock-hooping. 75 Instructional Walk (Long Angle Gully-Emu Plains. Good campsite with an easy walk along creek on Sunday. Cost - 13/8. 76 Megalong P.0.-Six Foot Track-Glen Allen Ck-Clear Hill-Totoomba. An easy Bank Holiday trip with river walking and rock-hontdng. Cost 23/.., 77 Camden-Werriberri Ck-warrogamba–Frskine Ck-Glenbrook. A medium 'Pest Walk to unusual. country, some scrub on ridge tops, with track into Glenbrook. 78 Glenbrook-Euroka-Campfire Ck-Glenbrook. Medium test walk in lower Blue Labrynth. Cost - 12/3. 79 Spring Hill-Mt. Jellore-Jellare Ck-Colo Vale. Medium test walk with good views from Jellore. Patchy scrub with creek walki ng. Cost 32/3. 80 Glenbrook-Erskine Ck-Warragamba Dam. Medium walk with inspection of Warragamba Dam on Sunday. Cost 15/3. 81 Windsor-car to Scheyville-Cattai Ck-Long Swamp Ck-Maralya-Seheyville. A medium walk mostly creek walking cost 16(6. 17. o KOSSIE TO KIANDRA ON SKIS mPaddyP At Easter 1957 the Old Buffers Pdded Anzac Day (and the day in between) to the Easter holiday and decided to walk from Mt. Kosciusko to Kiandra. It was, I must confess, part of Ft deep laid plan on my part to prospect the journey on foot before attempting it on skis. As it turned out we could almost have used skis on the first day, because we left the summit in P blizzard of wind and snow. It was so bad that by the time we got to Albina Hut my face was frozen and I could not talk. (The rest of the party being nrotected by ?addymade hoods thought it no loss!) The next step to achieve my long cherished ambition was to find nPrtners for the ski trip. I mentioned the matter casually to Mark Mealey and Rynill Abel of the Youth Hostel Association, and to my surnrise they seid it was P wizard idea, and dates were fixed there and then, (47 surnrise arose from- the fact that as a skier I am only mediocre -whilst they -re pretty good.) Gear was discussed at some length and we eventually worked out three lists. A personal list, P community list (comprising ski rennir 'ear, tent, first-aid kit, chuffer stove end fuel) and P food list. The tent was a three man “11” tent to which a wnternroof floor had been sewn in. Loops were sewn Pt each side so that P Sid could be threaded through and used as an anchor instead of pegs. One end was sewn up (weight 7 lbs.) For use in the snow each of us had P n1Rstic foam hin ned in P proofed cover (8 oz. each). The stove and the tent were taken mainly in case We were overtaken by a blizzard, and were unable to reach P hut. We took food for four days (the expected duration of the journey). In addition we had, with the help of a friend in the S.v.P., laid down sunnlies at Boobie Hut in case we ran out of supnlies by being delayed by bad weather. As large P pronortion as possible of the food reouired no cooking, so that, should we be weather-bound awaY from a hut, we should not need fuel to prepare food. About twenty years ago, Tom and Jean Monett and Oliver voriartv had done the trio filom Kiandra to Kosciusko, but since that time the only nnrtv,to attempt the trip nearly lost their lives by getting comnletelv bushed, With thoughts of blizzards Pnd nil-visibility in mind we tested the effects of steel stocks, -nhoto electric light Meters and steel frames on a compass, and found that all these affected the comness quite considerably. After some ex. eriment I found that P “Save.” wrist comoPss (liquid filled) -worked. It would rive n true reading if held at arms-length away from the body desnite a steel frnme on the back, and a light meter in the pocket. <Cane stocks were carried - aluminium would have done as well). Desnite all the extra items the evtrage Weight of our packs wes less than 33 lbs..when we set off. We got a taxi to Munyang nower Station nd iturnedietely had to elide up to the surge tank. Rymill was in goOd nick, having snent the nrevious week at C.F.I.R.O. Hut. Mark and I were not acclimatised to altitude and soon began to pant. It is only four or five miles to whitc 7iver Hut, but I don't mind admitting that I just about pegged out before I got there. The hut was blocked by a wall of frozen snow through -which we had to chop to get in. I wns so tired that night that every time I tried to get into my sleening bap I pot cramn. It. took me nearly half an hour to achieve the comfort of my bag, as I was to. proud to ask the others to help me. Next day was bright and clear, and we were all in high spirits. “This is IT” cried Rymill again and again. Indeed it was a day for joy. The snow was frosted with jewels, and crunched under our skis as we went along. This world of snow was ours and we were the only people in it. We climbed up the long grade to the saddle and then ran easily down to Dicky Cooper Bongong Creek. We crossed and then started the slow grind up toward the Ghost Mountain. Lunch at the top and then across the plain; more climbs and then a good run down to Nawson's Hut. Next morning was even more beautiful than the first. A million jewels sparkled in the snow. The marbled gums half buried in the snow glowed with colour, and there on the skyline was the Queen of the Range - Jagungal. How splendid she looked across the valley against the deep blue sky. The bridle track crosses the Valentine River, climbs to the Cup and Saucer and proceeds by the ridge to Bulls Peaks. We decided to keep to the valley on the East of Jagungal, cross a spur from the mountain and find the ridge on which Farm Ridge Hut lies. We made splendid time and had lunch high up on the slopes of Jagungal. The only signs of life were the tracks of numerous rabbits and faxes. What the faxes fed on was evident, but how the rabbits got a living in these frozen wastes was quite a mystery to us. We also saw occasional heavy tracks of a lumbering wombat. We made such good time that we talked gleefully of reaching-Boobie Hut that night, and having P. blow out on the food cached there, but alas, it was not to be. The track follows the Doubtful River, and then reaches Farm Ridge crossing a wooded ridge. We could easily have descended through a gPn to reach the track but we decided to proceed straight down the ridge instead. It was P. bad decision. The ridge was rocky and heavily timbered. The Pfternoon sun shone straight on the slone Pnd created dozens of rocky rivulets from the melting snow. We tried to walk but sank thigh-deen in the soft drifts. Our skis tangled with roots and fouled rocks. It was terrible. It was nearly dark before three tired skiers arrived at Farm Ridge 7ut. We entered the hut thankful to reach shelter, and stonnerl annalled at the revolting scene inside. Three tables stood in the “Titchen” lden with unwashed plates and mugs and half-empty food tins. To can it all, there were three cast iron CPMD ovens full of mutton fat, two of which had their lids off. It anneared as if all the rats and Possums and vermin for miles around had had P monster party. We nearly vomited. On ton of all this we saw inscribed in charcoal on the rafters of the hut two inscriptions - “Dc anise not the hut that gives you shelter” and “Hikers - we loathe them”. Well, I can only say the mess did not seem like the sort of mess that hikers (or bushwalkers) would leave behind. lAire set to and boiled some water, cleared one table, and gave it P. scrubbing with hot soapy water; we cleaned the floor PS best we could with an old chaff bag and despite the poor welcome had a thoroughly comfortable night. 19. 01. -,-, Next day was dull and oVercast. Iffe ran easily down the valleY to the Doubtful River, crossed, it dry shod and grunte'd up the climb to the Doubtful Gap. A long run-down Digleb's Creek brought us- to Hut There we had a hearty - lunch, packed up what foOd we wanted and 33ushed on. recrossed the road leading to Junction Camo_and descended to Happy Jacks River. Here, for the first time; the snow ran out. We had to walk half a mile and wade across the river (ugh. We soon hit snow again and climbed to Arsenic Ridge. As there was no convenient hut we decided to camp and soon found a snug place amongst' the trees: Wehad a warm night and got an early start the next morning. There's a tricicy-bit ' of navigation to Table Top Mountain and through wooded ridges until the ,open plain south of Kiandra is reached. We reckoned we had about 15 miles to go, and by lunch-time at 1.30 we had only covered six of them. The weather wasm worsening. Heavy clouds now gathered threatening snow and we n1Pnned to CrIalcf.4 in the snow. However we ushed on and suddenly we climbed a rise and 'beedre us was the plain. Away in the distance could be seen the wireless poles Orf' Kings Cross near Cabramurra township and the quarry on Mount 9elwyn could ,plainiy be seen. “Land ho” shouted Mark, and with a sudden burst of renewed-energy we pushed on and covered the remaining seven miles to Tiandra in prePt style. We reached there just after dark: having to walk the lest mile owing to lac” of snow. Next day the blizzard came, but our journey was completed; , WHY DO INE DO IT? Why is it when we have a few beautiful colour slides, tinged with memories, admtred by our friends, why is it that we then expose these..to the critical and unsympathetic gaze of a competition judge? But there you are - we all do it. We can't help ourselves, that the time has comeround again, hurry away, dig out your treasuresamd bring them into the Club by 16th July or you'll miss having them slated-thiSt year. Oh: By the way, remember we're going to have two colour slide exhibitions and this one is for landscapes - no books, butterflies or birdies, and definitely none of Dormie's 5%. FROM DOROTHY LAMY I am planning to fly over to Sydney on Monday, 22nd sentember,and to' fly back to Auckland on Saturday, 18th Octobcr. As the trin is Primarily to see as many as possible of my old friends, I'll be ponPing into the Club, arid going to Pete & Ray's for the Eight Hour Weekend, so I'll probably be seeing you all soon. ir? Brian Harvey's walkWa srlabe114:d thpecial 'walk for new members and prospectives“, but the personnel was ,2 Proppectives, 3 members, EIGHT members more noteworthy for senioriV,than speed: 4.1060,” PADDY'S PRETTY BUSY So busy, in fact, that he's got even. less time than usual to prepare his advertisement. He therefore can only repeat that classic phrase, “Come up and see me some timen. All WALKERS, SKIERS and OUTDOOR FOLK always welcome. PADDY PALLIN PTY. LTD. 'PHONE: BM 2685