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- | **The Sydney Bushwalker** | + | ====== |
- | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers. The N.S.W. Nurses' | + | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, The N.S.W. Nurses' |
- | **No.300 | + | ---- |
+ | === No. 300. December, 1959. Price 1/- === | ||
- | |**Editor**|Don Matthews, 33 Pomona Street, Pennant Hills. | + | |**Editor**|Don Matthews, 33 Pomona Street, Pennant Hills. |
- | |**Reproduction**|Brian | + | |**Business Manager**|Brian |
- | |**Sales & Subs**|Audrey Kenway| | + | |**Reproduction**|Eileen Taylor.| |
- | |**Business Manager**|Brian Harvey| | + | |**Sales and Subs**|Audrey Kenway.| |
- | |**Typed** | Jean Harvey| | + | |**Typed |
- | **Contents** | + | ===== In This Issue: ===== |
+ | |||
+ | | | |Page| | ||
+ | |Editorial| |1| | ||
+ | |Social Notes| |2| | ||
+ | |Put Your Best Foot Foremost|Kath McKay|3| | ||
+ | |At Our October Meeting |Alex Colley|4| | ||
+ | |Yengo|Jim Brown|5| | ||
+ | |Fashion Parade|Clarice Morris|8| | ||
+ | |The Walkers' | ||
+ | |Wee Jasper|Gwen Seach|12| | ||
+ | |The Tinderrys|Mike Peryman|15| | ||
+ | |Rabbits in the Snow Country| |16| | ||
+ | |Swimming Guide| |17| | ||
- | |Editorial |1| | ||
- | |Social Notes 2| | ||
- | |Put Your Best Foot Foremost - Kath McKay |3| | ||
- | |At Our October Meeting - Alex Colley |4| | ||
- | |Yengo - Jim Brown |5| | ||
- | |Fashion Parade - Clarice Morris |8| | ||
- | |Sanitarium | ||
- | |Hatswell' | ||
- | |The Walkers' | ||
- | |Wee Jasper - Gwen Seach |12| | ||
- | |Paddy' | ||
- | |The Tinderrys - Mike Peryman |15| | ||
- | |Rabbits in the Snow- Country |16| | ||
- | |Swimming Guide | | | ||
- | + | ===== Advertisements: | |
- | ====== Help Yourself ====== | + | |
- | + | | |Page| | |
+ | |Sanitarium Health Food Shop| 7| | ||
+ | |Hatswell' | ||
+ | |Paddy' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Help Yourself! ===== | ||
There is a wealth of walking country within easy train, or motor distance of Sydney, even if it does get too hot for hard walking during summer. | There is a wealth of walking country within easy train, or motor distance of Sydney, even if it does get too hot for hard walking during summer. | ||
- | In recent months S.B.W. | + | |
+ | In recent months S.B.W.' | ||
For those who can't get away, there' | For those who can't get away, there' | ||
- | During this t;I:rne of relaxation, why not brush up your knowledge of Sydney' | ||
- | and features to look for. Read it and be inspired: Then turn to our excellent Club Map File, and -while you're there look up the Magazine Index - there' s something been written about most places. | ||
- | ====== Social Notes ====== | + | During this time of relaxation, why not brush up your knowledge of Sydney' |
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Social Notes ===== | ||
- Edna Garrad. | - Edna Garrad. | ||
+ | |||
The only social event for January is the slide night to be provided by Brian Harvey and Bill Rodgers on the 27th January, covering trips to the Castle mountain area. This will be good'. (See Page 8 for details.) | The only social event for January is the slide night to be provided by Brian Harvey and Bill Rodgers on the 27th January, covering trips to the Castle mountain area. This will be good'. (See Page 8 for details.) | ||
In the meantime we hope that members' | In the meantime we hope that members' | ||
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To my mind there are two logical approaches to the mountain. One is via the Putty Road mentioned heretofore: and the other is by the stock route that travels west from the Old Northern Road near Wollombi, and eventually ends on the grassy shoulders of the mountain. The latter is the easier, but longer, so I elected to go via the Putty Road - MacDonald River route. | To my mind there are two logical approaches to the mountain. One is via the Putty Road mentioned heretofore: and the other is by the stock route that travels west from the Old Northern Road near Wollombi, and eventually ends on the grassy shoulders of the mountain. The latter is the easier, but longer, so I elected to go via the Putty Road - MacDonald River route. | ||
- | After the publication of my confessions of the previous abortive jaunt, Dorothy Lawry sent me 'from New Zealand an account of a trip to Yengo in company with other S.B.W. members, back in the 1930' | ||
- | ridge involving an ascent of maybe 1,700' Surely the Macdonall River couldn' | ||
- | It's grimly cold at 5.0 a m. on an A' | ||
- | The Colo was cold-black and smoky in the pearly morning light and there was heavy frost: my gloved hands were numb on the wheel up through Colo Height s, and then the sun came up and made the day brilliant. At seventy five miles from home I ran on to the gravel road, and at a hundred and three I crossed the Macdonald and stopped on the grassy patch at the roadside. A brief halt to drain the radiator and drink tea from a thermos flask, and at eight o' | ||
- | The Macdonald at this point flows between grassy shores, with undulating slopes rising to timbered hills: the wattles were vivid against the wintry blue sky. Only two or three inches of water, rippling a sinuous course over the sandy bed, and seldom occupying more than half the width of the watercourse. | ||
- | For about an hour it was easy going: crossings were frequent but the open grassed banks a delight. My socks aid sandshoes filled up with coarse river sand till there was no more space, and because the water was so cold I plodded along on feet that had m real sensation. | ||
- | 6. | ||
- | Almost three miles down from the mad, the river changes. I still can't be sure whether it changes rapidly or by degrees: I know that I suddenly realised that I was | ||
- | more often on the sand of the river bed (and frequently splashing down the shallow stream) than on dry banks. A little further on, with the shores becoming less hospitable, rock strewn and grown with patches of dense shrubbery, I gave away all pretence of trying to follow the banks, and simply splashed down the river. It was very | ||
- | shallow, | ||
- | cold, and my feet and legs remained a fragile purple tint all morning. | ||
- | At. 10 a m., at the junction of Howes Valley Creek I decided I was a fool to keep | ||
- | my shoes and socks on, so wrung them out and put them on my pack, and went on barefoot it was much better, and I continued to make l miles an hour down the middle of Macdonald River, passing Pipeclay Creek, Yokey Creek, and, finally coming at midday | ||
- | to Yokey Swamp Creek, All the way from Howes Valley Creek the Macdonald passes | ||
- | through a shallow but quite rough valley with good. enough river-bed walking, but rough, slow banks- if you want to go dry-shod. | ||
- | I lunched opposite the outflow of Yokey. Swamp, left some non-essential gear wrapped in a groundsheet, | ||
- | within 15 minutes the ridge was clear ahead, and in just over half an hour I breasted | ||
- | a rise where the spur flattened out: there she was - off to my left and ahead - | ||
- | Big Yengo, a thousand feet up, ita steep grassy shoulders crotched in a lazy sleep of golden afternoon. | ||
- | For twenty minutes or so the ridge was almost flat, then the forest thinned cut, and I was puffing at the steady incline. Whenever I stopped to get my wind (and that | ||
- | was often) I found tIB horizon widening, and long before I reached the sivermi | ||
- | was looking to Kurrajong Heights (and was it Mount King George?) in the south and south west, to the other big basalt tops of Tyan Pic, Uraterer, Coricudgy, Monundilla in the west, and away, awaY' to the clear blue towers of Barrington in the north. | ||
- | Fran the top when I arrived at 3.0 p m. I could glimpse the ocean, but found the views of known ground to the west so enthralling I forgot to try to identify any easterly landmark: it must have been there, but I can't even. recall seeing Mount Warramolong, | ||
- | Just before four o' | ||
- | The short winter day closed down as I camped in an. abominable place on sand: that' s all you can: find, on that part of the Macdonald. Just as well the night was mild. Frosty sand would make a. abockIng | + | After the publication of my confessions of the previous abortive jaunt, Dorothy Lawry sent me from New Zealand an account of a trip to Yengo in company with other S.B.W. members, back in the 1930' |
- | Came the brilliant Sunday morning, and I decided my feet were too sand-papered to do an , | + | |
+ | It's grimly cold at 5.0 a m. on an August morning, and in the hollows along the road to Windsor the headlights bounced back off pockets of mist; it was very soupy in the Hawkesbury Valley, and the three miles from Windsor to Wilberforce were made miserable by the dazzle from headlights of a following car, but once I was rising on to the ridges between Wilberforce and Central Colo, the air cleared and there was promise of a lovely late winter' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Colo was cold-black and smoky in the pearly morning light and there was heavy frost: my gloved hands were numb on the wheel up through Colo Heights, and then the sun came up and made the day brilliant. At seventy five miles from home I ran on to the gravel road, and at a hundred and three I crossed the Macdonald and stopped on the grassy patch at the roadside. A brief halt to drain the radiator and drink tea from a thermos flask, and at eight o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Macdonald at this point flows between grassy shores, with undulating slopes rising to timbered hills: the wattles were vivid against the wintry blue sky. Only two or three inches of water, rippling a sinuous course over the sandy bed, and seldom occupying more than half the width of the watercourse. For about an hour it was easy going: crossings were frequent but the open grassed banks a delight. My socks and sandshoes filled up with coarse river sand till there was no more space, and because the water was so cold I plodded along on feet that had real sensation. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Almost three miles down from the road, the river changes. I still can't be sure whether it changes rapidly or by degrees: I know that I suddenly realised that I was more often on the sand of the river bed (and frequently splashing down the shallow stream) than on dry banks. A little further on, with the shores becoming less hospitable, rock strewn and grown with patches of dense shrubbery, I gave away all pretence of trying to follow the banks, and simply splashed down the river. It was very shallow, | ||
+ | |||
+ | At. 10 a m., at the junction of Howes Valley Creek I decided I was a fool to keep my shoes and socks on, so wrung them out and put them on my pack, and went on barefoot it was much better, and I continued to make 1 miles an hour down the middle of Macdonald River, passing Pipeclay Creek, Yokey Creek, and, finally coming at midday to Yokey Swamp Creek, All the way from Howes Valley Creek the Macdonald passes | ||
+ | through a shallow but quite rough valley with good enough river-bed walking, but rough, slow banks if you want to go dry-shod. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I lunched opposite the outflow of Yokey Swamp, left some non-essential gear wrapped in a groundsheet, | ||
+ | Big Yengo, a thousand feet up, with steep grassy shoulders crotched in a lazy sleep of golden afternoon. | ||
+ | |||
+ | For twenty minutes or so the ridge was almost flat, then the forest thinned cut, and I was puffing at the steady incline. Whenever I stopped to get my wind (and that was often) I found the horizon widening, and long before I reached the summit trig I was looking to Kurrajong Heights (and was it Mount King George?) in the south and south west, to the other big basalt tops of Tyan Pic, Uraterer, Coricudgy, Monundilla in the west, and away, away to the clear blue towers of Barrington in the north. | ||
+ | |||
+ | From the top when I arrived at 3.0 p m. I could glimpse the ocean, but found the views of known ground to the west so enthralling I forgot to try to identify any easterly landmark: it must have been there, but I can't even. recall seeing Mount Warramolong, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just before four o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The short winter day closed down as I camped in an abominable place on sand: that's all you can find, on that part of the Macdonald. Just as well the night was mild. Frosty sand would make a shocking | ||
+ | |||
+ | Came the brilliant Sunday morning, and I decided my feet were too sand-papered to do an upstream | ||
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