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 |August 16th|Bill Beatty. 'Believe It or Not, in Australia!'|
 |August 23rd|Change of Programme. See Notice Board for details.|
-August 30th|Mr. Dunne will speak on The S.M.A. Hydro Electric Scheme (film and lecture.)|
+|August 30th|Mr. Dunne will speak on The S.M.A. Hydro Electric Scheme (film and lecture.)|
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 __Out of Character!__ Alex Theakston, so the dailies would have it, staggered back to Thredbo after a snowbound night spent in a 'bush shelter' on the Main Range. The description might suit a Snow Bunny, but it's hardly possible of our man of steel.
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-This year's BUSH WALKERS' BALL
-will be BIGGER than ever biz-Fore!!
+This year's BUSH WALKERS' BALL will be BIGGER than ever before!! BIGGER HALL! No more will you be turned away at the door! BIGGER BAND! This year a FIVE piece!!
-B1GGEft RALLY No more witi Tu. 6e
-+Limed away ai the door !
+Friday 15th September '61, 8.30 - 1.30 at Paddington town Hall.
-_is tiear a FIVE piece!!
-BIGGER BAN)!
+/-single - £2/2/-double
-FRIDAY 15Th SEPTEM ER '61
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+And, to __Top All This__!! A glorious trophy will be awarded for the best decorated table!!!
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- lt 'a recent general meeting, one of our members of long standing and short stature bitterly_co lained that having passed_the age of three and twenty years, most people We' 1, :en off a ,Classxfle a
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+At a recent general meeting, one of our members of long standing and short stature bitterly complained that having passed the age of three and twenty years, most people were written off as old.
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+Nevertheless, in spite of the decay which is said to set in after that tender age, recent events have provided one or two pointers to the evolution of a new era of thought.
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+On a day walk led by an "Ernest" gentleman, said to be of French extraction, a particular ridge has to be climbed at its end. Of the party of 10 the average age of the only three who climbed the ridge was 50. Taro was a great help to our cause and Robert Pallin was keen to help the young!
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-age, recent events have provided one or two pointers to the evolution of a new era of thought.
+At a working bee at Era the average age was said to be 40 with little Robin Godfrey of 5 years doing her part in furthering the cause of the youngsters.
-On a day walk led by an "Ernest" gentleman, said to be of French axtrp ction, a particular ridge has to be climbed at its end. Of the party of 10 the average age of the only three who climbed the ridge Was 50. Taro was :=t great help to our cause and Robert Pallin lar-As keen tc help the younE!
-At a morhing bee at Era the average age was said to be 40 with little Robin Godfrey of 5 years doing her part in furthering the cause of the youngsters.
+Even the writer, on leading a recent trip to Splendour Rock - a jaunt that was rightly described by the Walks Secretary as easy - found that although a base camp was made, a particular group remained at camp, and the "old hands", who numbered seven but whose average age was 40 sallied fourth, in spite of the heavy rain and spent a most enjoyable day.
-Even the writer, on leading a recent trip to Splendour Rock - a jab that was rightly described by the Walks Secretary as easy - foumd that al  though a base camp was made, a particular group remained at camp, and the "old hands", who numbered seven but whose average age was 40 sallied fourth, in spite of the heavy rain and spent a most enjoyable day.
 May I conclude with a snippet from recent instructional first aid lecture:
-Prospective (young lady): I believe that a suitable potion may be made by boiling -wild cabbage leaves etc. etc. ..
-cturer se n: : I wouldn't knaw, Via supposed to be a First Aid man, not a ruddy witch doctor.
+__Prospective (young lady)__: I believe that a suitable potion may be made by boiling wild cabbage leaves etc. etc. ...
-Now test yotir ski 1: lins-wer-bne ',question only a-nd
-I aba belOW, aver'age 5C5-mnrh-.S.
+__Lecturer (rather senior)__: I wouldn't know, I'm supposed to be a First Aid man, not a ruddy witch doctor.
-I am above average 50 merke.
+Now test your skill: Answer one question only and win a prize:-
+I am below average: 50 marks.
+I am above average: 50 marks.
 The winner receives free, one year's experience, 12 months from now.
-TM PRICE OF ADVENTURE.
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-A character who recently went over Niagarn Falls in a steel and rubber barrel has been fined for not having a permit.
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+====The Price Of Adventure.====
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+A character who recently went over Niagara Falls in a steel and rubber barrel has been fined for not having a permit.
-ME PEOPLE C.:LLT TIE LUCnr.
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+=====Some People Can Be Lucky.=====
 - Jim Brown.
-A many years ago when my beard was sandy (and not sprinkled with grey), I was told of a newly affianced couple who were alleged to have -walked hand in hand right down the Wingecarribee River from Joadja Creek:to the Wbllondilly. As I had not then been on the Wingecarribee I was not greatly impressed, and I can't understand why I remembered the rumour all these years. I now believe it to be apocryphal - at least vastly exaggerated - unless    well, unless they found it easier to keep upright by holding hands.
+A many years ago when my beard was sandy (and not sprinkled with grey), I was told of a newly affianced couple who were alleged to have walked hand in hand right down the Wingecarribee River from Joadja Creek to the Wollondilly. As I had not then been on the Wingecarribee I was not greatly impressed, and I can't understand why I remembered the rumour all these years. I now believe it to be apocryphal - at least vastly exaggerated - unless... well, unless they found it easier to keep upright by holding hands.
 They are not the lucky people of the title of this tale: nor am I.
-Apart from a mild venture on the Upper Mingecarribee (hereafter abbreviated to Trbee) in the winter of 1947 I knew as little about it as 95% of current Club mebbers until August 1959, -when I was recovering from a bout of 'flu, _and the whole Wollondilly catchment was just getting over a minor flooding.
-Actually, I didn't plan to do mud hrbee that weekend, but Whein I came up the Mbllondilly I found I couldn't cross the flooding outlet of the Trbee, so started tentatively to follow it upstream along its northern bank. Nhen I finally scrambled out, six hours and four miles up, I ascribed the slow going to (a) weakness follow-
+Apart from a mild venture on the Upper Wingecarribee (hereafter abbreviated to W'bee) in the winter of 1947 I knew as little about it as 95% of current Club members until August 1959, when I was recovering from a bout of 'flu, and the whole Wollondilly catchment was just getting over a minor flooding.
-ry influenza (b) the height of the river -which forbade crossing to easier going. In fact, while I acknowledged that the Vrbee can be rough, I didn't step up the classification beyond rough.
-During the following year I set down an official programme walk which read "Car to Joadja area, Mbee River, ffollendilly River, the Batteries, Irbee River" and claimed it to be 26 miles and rough. About a week before the scheduled date the junior part of our family was stricken down with mumps: having heard alarming tales of the disabling effect on adult victims, I reluctently cancelled the triP: the half dozen or so potential starters, people like myself of moderate physical capacity, are the lucky people of the story, even though they don't appear any further.
+Actually, I didn't plan to do much W'bee that weekend, but when I came up the Wollondilly I found I couldn't cross the flooding outlet of the W'bee, so started tentatively to follow it upstream along its northern bank. When I finally scrambled out, six hours and four miles up, I ascribed the slow going to (a) weakness following my influenza (b) the height of the river which forbade crossing to easier going. In fact, while I acknowledged that the W'bee can be rough, I didn't step up the classification beyond rough.
-Somewhere at the back of my mind was a lingering suspicion that the river really was Slow, hard going and to put it to the test, I went down again last March, on a weekend that was fine and cool and following a spell of pleasant, reasonably dry weather; I also curtailed the trip by about six miles, by driving the car on to the dead-end road which follows out along the spur between Mbee and Wollondilly and finally ends at "ugalong House. For better access to the Wollondilly I parked about 2 mfles Short of Tugalong, close to the point I expected to emerge from the Irbee valley opposite Joadja Creek(you will find all this on the Mittagong military map if you wart to tra3k it down).
-It was shortly after 8 a m. on the Saturday when I upped pack and set out down the flank of Ttiestone Creek: intc the iffollondilly. 147- selection of ridges was a bum ones and I found myself dropiAng into amestobe Creek instead of tracing out one of the good spurs that goes direct to the river. However, in spite of rather slow going, I was on the Wollondialy E-tr 9,45 a,m,
+During the following year I set down an official programme walk which read "Car to Joadja area, W'bee River, Wollondilly River, the Batteries, W'bee River" and claimed it to be 26 miles and rough. About a week before the scheduled date the junior part of our family was stricken down with mumps: having heard alarming tales of the disabling effect on adult victims, I reluctantly cancelled the trip: the half dozen or so potential starters, people like myself of moderate physical capacity, are the lucky people of the story, even though they don't appear any further.
-This was 11-11-t4 ftc5i;'enrpree., Kraciwirk. the Wollondilly below the IV 'bee Junction
-to be lovely easy going, mostly cirer grasEy flats, it wns a mild shock to find this
+Somewhere at the back of my mind was a lingering suspicion that the river really was Slow, hard going and to put it to the test, I went down again last March, on a weekend that was fine and cool and following a spell of pleasant, reasonably dry weather; I also curtailed the trip by about six miles, by driving the car on to the dead-end road which follows out along the spur between W'bee and Wollondilly and finally ends at Tugalong House. For better access to the Wollondilly I parked about 2 miles Short of Tugalong, close to the point I expected to emerge from the W'bee valley opposite Joadja Creek (you will find all this on the Mittagong military map if you want to track it down).
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-bit of river a fair facsimile of parts of the Shoalhaven below Tallong. The river is fast, fairly turbulent, and the banks largely sand and rock - not what you would call hard walking but not the reposeful meadows of a few miles below.
+It was shortly after 8 a.m. on the Saturday when I upped pack and set out down the flank of Limestone Creek into the Wollondilly. My selection of ridges was a bum one, and I found myself dropping into Limestone Creek instead of tracing out one of the good spurs that goes direct to the river. However, in spite of rather slow going, I was on the Wollondilly at 9.45 a.m.
-The two miles dawn to the junction of the Nibee took about an hour of steady going.
-The W'bee showed its teeth almost immediately. I set off upstream on the south bank at 11 a m. and in ten minutes was being pushed high up by a shelf of smooth, fissured rock dropping into an eddying pool. quarter mile took half an hour.
+This was the first surprise. Knowing the Wollondilly below the W'bee Junction to be lovely easy going, mostly over grassy flats, it was a mild shock to find this bit of river a fair facsimile of parts of the Shoalhaven below Tallong. The river is fast, fairly turbulent, and the banks largely sand and rock - not what you would call hard walking but not the reposeful meadows of a few miles below. The two miles down to the junction of the W'bee took about an hour of steady going.
-Then it eased far a while, and though the going alternated from fair to
-infernal, I had progressed perhaps 21 or 3 miles by 2.30, with a brief lunch halt
+The W'bee showed its teeth almost immediately. I set off upstream on the south bank at 11 a.m. and in ten minutes was being pushed high up by a shelf of smooth, fissured rock dropping into an eddying pool. A quarter mile took half an hour.
-included. This part of the river is fairly spectacular, a granite gorge with walls that are never sheer, but always steep and rough, While progress is a variation between rock hopping and rock scrambling. The water (at this time stainee faintly
-yellow from the cleared country higher up) flows quickly over bars and cascades, and I foard no easy fords. Indeed, there was little to gain by fording for I knew, and could see, the opposite side, where I had floundered along almost two years
+Then it eased for a while, and though the going alternated from fair to infernal, I had progressed perhaps 2 1/2 or 3 miles by 2.30, with a brief lunch halt included. This part of the river is fairly spectacular, a granite gorge with walls that are never sheer, but always steep and rough, while progress is a variation between rock hopping and rock scrambling. The water (at this time stained faintly yellow from the cleared country higher up) flows quickly over bars and cascades, and I found no easy fords. Indeed, there was little to gain by fording for I knew, and could see, the opposite side, where I had floundered along almost two years before, was rougher and steeper.
-before, was rougher and steeper.
-I had a recollection of an intriguing place where the river is forced through
+I had a recollection of an intriguing place where the river is forced through a defile of granite only a few yards wide, plunging in two yellow-green cascades into a deep, quiet pool. The other time, the going improved above the falls, and the rock became, I think, quartzite, with possibly some volcanic intrusions I couldn't identify.
-a defile of granite only a few yards wide, plunging in two yellow-green cascades
-into a deep, quiet pool. The other time, the going improved above the falls, and
+This point was reached and admired at 2.30 p.m. and with lifting of spirits I set out to find the "better going". For a while it did improve and once for a hundred yards or so there was deep grass under a dense canopy of casuarina forest. Then, at the next bend, I ran into the worst stage of all - steep slopes ending in smooth rocky promontories, that plunged straight into fairly deep water. The trouble was, there was just enough selvidge immediately above water level to lure one on - then would come the blind corner where a deep yellow pool eddied below a small sheerdown, so that one either went back and climbed around - or sometimes stood in the uncertain water and groped around for unseen rocks at reasonable depth.
-the rock became, I think, quartzite, with possibly some volcanic intrusions I couldn't identify.
-This point was reached and admired at 2.30 p m. and with lifting of spirits I
+At one of these places I was caught fairly. Two footholds at water level, one of them on a rather rotten looking stump of wood, then smooth quartzite, with perhaps 20 feet of yellow water. I tested the depth tentatively, and couldn't bottom to the legs of my shorts. I went to turn back, and my pack caught against the rock - couldn't lean out far enough to free it. The stump of wood resolved it by breaking. Then I was standing on firm bottom in five feet of water, with the pack floating around my shoulders and holding my watch hand high I waded through, wrung myself out and went on. Twice I tried to cross, but my sounding stick bottomed in unseen holes at ten feet or more.
-set out to find the "better going". For a while it did improve and once for a
-hundred yards or so there was deep grass under a dense canopy of casuarina forest. Then, at the next bend, I ran into the worst stage of all - steep slopes ending in smooth rocky promontories, that plunged straight into fairly deep water. The trouble was, there was just enough selvidge immediately above water level to lure one on - then would come the blind corner where a deep yellow pool eddied below a small sheerdown, so that one either went back and climbed around - or sometimes stood in the uncertain water and groped around for unseen rocks at reasonable depth.
+By 4.0 p.m., when I reached the limit of Previous travel on the far side, the going had improved to extremely slow and rough, the estimated pace about 3/4 mile an hour. Thinking to be out of the gorge that night, I by-passed two places where a tent might be pitched decently on good ground, and at last, only a mile or so downstream from Deep Creek, was obliged to stop on sand shortly after six o'clock. Camping was not going to be easy, there was a menace of rain in the air, and I couldn't afford to use up all the daylight before stopping. It was tantalizing to think that, if my estimate was correct, a little over half a mile more rough going would take me to the Elysian pastures of the middle W'bee.
-At one of these places I was caught fairly. Two fcotholds at water level, one of them on a rather rotten looking stump of wood, then smooth quartzite, with perhaps 20 feet of yellow water. I tested the depth tentatively, and couldn't bottom to the legs of my Shorts. I went to turn back, and my pack caught against the rock - couldn't lean out far enough to free it. The stump of wood resolved it by breaking. Then I was standing on firm bottom in five feet of water, with
-the pack floating around my shoulders and holding my watch hand high I waded through, -wrung myself out and went on. Twice I tried to cross, but my sounding stick bottomed in unseen holes at ten feet or more.
+I don't know when I've been quite so weary. When my meal was cooked, I felt too tired to be bothered eating, pushed some down, and crept thankfully into my sagging tent at 7.30. I daresay for toughened tigers the 7 hours of W'bee going would not be too strenuous: for me it was quite enough - almost too much.
-By 4.0 p m., when I reached the limit of Previous travel on the far side, the going had improved to extremely slow and rough, the estimated pace about mile an hour. Thinking to be out of the gorge that night, I by-paSsed two places where a tent might be pitched decently on good ground, and at last, only a mile or so downstream from Deep Creek, was obliged to stop on sand shortly after six o'clock. Camping was not going to be easy, there was a menace of rain in the air, and I couldn't afford to use up all the daylight before stopping. It was tantalizing to think that, if my estimate vas correct, a little over half a mile more rough going
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+In March it is light enough to get going soon after five o'clock. I've done so several times. It is the measure of my tiredness that I slept till 6 a.m., and didn't start until 7.0 a.m. that Sunday.
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+The going remained slow and heavy - rock hopping with only a few hundred yards of sand: at least, however, the sides of the valley were falling back, and about 7.30 I passed the remains of a fence coming down a very steep spur to the river.
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-RIM, lata, WIRE OR CALL AM HOUR - DAY OR NIGHT
+Then - murder he cried! On past Deep Creek and still clawing up and down over rocks! This is where I had surmised that the gorge ended and the gracious open paddocks began. Came another corner, and I looked along yet another reach of rock and shadowy waters hurrying over a broken bed. Worse still, immediately ahead was one of the W'bee specials - a sheerdown about 80 or 100 feet high with no highway along the base.
-'PHONE: Blackheath W4.59 or 1N151 BOOKING OFFICE: L. doors from Gardner s Inn Hotel ,(LCOK FOR THE NEON SIGN)
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+So I must go up:. and having made the first 100 feet, and taken a good look at the next half mile, I decided to let the W'bee have its victory, and continue on up the spur. The fact that all spurs on this big bend of the river lead to Tugalong House made it an easy decision to reach.
-LARGE OR MALL PARTIES CATERED FOR
-FARES: KAMM-RA WALLS 30/- per head (minim 5 passengers)
+Oh, the bliss to be able to put one foot in front of another - to stride along instead of having to judge each step! Halfway up the hill I could look over to my left and see the wide fields higher up the river: it couldn't have been much more than that half mile more rough gorge before the ground breaks into smiling pasture.
-PERRY 'S LOOKDORTN " " n n
-ELAN STATE FOREST IT !I II
+Tugalong House, astride the ridge top, came up at ten thirty, and it was a road bash to reach the car at 11.15._ I had only been away 27 hours in total, but had walked as well as I could for l5 1/2 of them.
-CARLON'S FARM 10/- " " it II
-NEW= BE PLEASED TO QME TRIPS OR SPECIAL PARTIES ON APPLICATION.
+Fifteen and a half hours is, I would say, quite as much as an average party puts in at real fair dinkum walking in full weekend. My reconnaissance was a curtailed version of the projected official trip - there's no doubt, some people can be lucky.
-would take me to the Elysian pastures of the middle W'bee.
-I don't know when I've been quite so weary. When my meal was cooked, I felt too tired to be bothered eating, pushed some domn, and crept thankfully into my sagging tent at 7.30. I daresay for toughened tigers the 7 hours ofrbee going mould not be too strenuous: for me it was quite enough - almost too much.
+=====The Mid-Year Dance.=====
-In March it is light enough to get going won after five o'clock. I've done so several times. It is the measure of my tiredness that I slept till 6 a m., and didn't start until 7.0 a m. that Sunday.
-The going remained slow and heavy - rock:hopping with only a few hundred yards of sand: at least: however, the sides of the valley were falling back, and about 7.30 I passed the remains of a fence coming down a very steep spur to the river.
+by "Our Social Reporter".
-Then - murder he cried: On past Deep Creek and still claming up and down over rocks! This is where I had surmised that the gorge ended and the gracious open paddocks began. Came another corner, and I looked along yet another reach of rock and shadowy waters hurrying over a broken bed. Worse still, immediately ahead was one of the Mbee specials - a sheerdown about 80 or 100 feet high with no highway along the base.
-So I must go up:. and having made the first 100 feet, and taken a good look
+At last January's Monthly Meeting, an encouraging number of members voted in favour of holding a Mid-Year Dance in June. Of course we know that June's temperature is quite different from January's, but the Mid-Year Dance, when it was held on Friday 30th June, didn't really deserve the cold shoulder it received from the majority of members.
-at the next half miles I decided to let the Vbee have its victory, and continue on
-.
+The theme of the evening was "Come representing a sang" and some really ingenious representations of song titles turned up. The first prize went to Helen Barrett and George Gray in their bear skins, complete with picnic basket, portraying "The Teddy Bears' Picnic". Substantial Teddy Bears, but a very fine effort! Alex Theakston's representation of "The Riff Song" and Jan Goodyear's "Baubles, Bangles and Beads" also secured the judge's approval.
-up the spur. The fact that all spurs on this big bend of the river lead to Tugalong House made it an easy decision to reach.
-ah, the bliss to be able to put one foot in front of another - to stride along instead of having to judge each step! Halfway up the hill I could 1,-)ok over to my left and see the wide fields higher up the river: it couldn't have been much more than that half mile more rough gorge before the ground breaks into smiling pasture.
+The evening was, as usual, a social success, but financially it was one of the worst flops we've had. Into the "red" to the tune of £27, and that's a lot or "dough" to a club operating on a tight budget as this one does. The final count of heads was 45, although 49 tickets were sold (a couple of consciences must have pricked)... and the active (?) membership stands at 217! As far as could be seen, 2 or 3 prospective members out of the present total of 50 bothered to turn out. What do they expect to get out of the Club if they don't attend it's functions? While on the subject it is noteworthy that about 50% of the new members admitted since January have been conspicuous by their absence from most functions since becoming full members.
-Tugalong House, astride the ridge top, came up at ten thirty, and it was a road bash to reach the car at 11.15._ I had only been away 27 hours in total, but had walked as well as I could for l5 of them.
-Fifteen and a half hours is, I would say, quite as much as an average arty puts in at real fair dinkum walking in full weekend. My recnnmissrInce was a curtailed version of the projected official trip - there's no doubt, some people can be lucky.
+The net result is... no more Mid-Year Dances for a long time to come, and perhaps, a longer wait for our new duplicator, which is becoming an urgent necessity.
-IMMINI.EMIINIalre-.
-TIE MID-Y.E.La DANCE.
+It is to be regretted that the Social Secretary is not getting the support she deserves, especially in view of the large amount of work, organisation and worry (whether the thing will be a success) which are inseparable from the running of this type of function under the prevailing conditions of very little support or enthusiasm.
-by "Cur Social Reporter".
-At last January's Monthly IbetinE an encouraging number of members voted in favour of holding a Mid.-Year Dance in June. If course me know that June's temperature is quite different from January's, but the Mid-Year Dance, when it was held on Friday 30th June, didn't really deserve the cold shoulder it received from the majority of members.
+On the brighter side, there is still time to make amends by attending the Federation's Annual Ball at the Paddington Town Hall on Friday 15th September, 1961. Order your tickets now, because last year the Ball was booked out.
-The theme of the evening was "Come representing a sang" and some really ingenious representations of song titles turned up. The first prize ment to Helen Barrett and George Gray in their bear shins, complete with picnic basket, portrayinE "The Teddy Bears' Picnic". Substantial Teddy Bears, but a very fine effort! Alex Theakston's representation of The Riff Song" and Jan Goodyear's "Baubles, Bangles and Beads" also secured the judge's apwoval.
-The evening was, as usual, a social success, but financially it was one of the worst flops we've had. Into the "red" to the tune of f27, and that's a lot or "dough" to a club operating on a tight budget as this one does. The final count of heads was 45, although 49 tickets were sold (a couple of conscincus nust have pricked) .. and the active (?) uember3hip stands at 217! as far as could be seen, 2 or 3 prospective members out of the present total of 50 bothered to turn out. What do they expect to get out of the Club if they don't attend it functions?
+=====Mt. Banks (King George) and Beyond. A Trilogy.=====
-While on the subject it is noteworthy that about 50% of the new members admitted since January have been conspicuous by their absence from most functions since becomiw, full members.
-The net result is .. no more Mid-Year Dances for a long time to come, and
+George Caley was sent out by Sir Joseph Banks as his private collector of plants and settled in Parramatta in 1800. In November 1804, he travelled from Kurrajong, over Mt. Tomah, but instead of heading North West through the relatively easy country to what is now Bell, he turned South to Mt. Banks and reached the sheer cliffs of the Grose. His men refused to go further, and a possible crossing of the Mountains came to nothing.
-perhaps, a longer wait for our new duplicator, which is becoming an urgent necessity.
-It is to be regretted that the Social Secretary is not getting the support she deserves, especially in view of the large amclunt of work, organisation and -worry (whether the thing will be a success) -which are inspearable from the running of this
+Today a highway follows 'Bell's line of road' (after Archibald Bell in 1823). From it you can enjoy scenery of rugged grandeur without effort, but anyone with a spark of adventure in them should get off the bitumen and explore the fascinating country around Mt. Banks.
-type of function under the prevailing c(mclitiens of very little support or enthusiasm.
-On, the brighter side, there is still time to rrzke amends by attending thei Federation's ilrinu al Ball at the Paddington Town He:11 on Friday 15th September, 1961 Order your tickets now, because last year the Ball was booked out.
-ET. BANKS LEILIGE_)CRGE AND B.
-A TRILOGY.
-George Caley was sent out by Sir Joseph Banks as his private collector of plants and settled in Parramatta in IWO. In November 1804, he travelled from Kurrajor3g, over Mt. Tomah, but instead of heading North West through the relatively easy country to what is now Bell, he turned South to Mt. Banks and reached the sheer cliffs of the Grose. His men refused -to go further, and a possible crossing of the Mountains came to nothing.
-Today a highway follows 'Bell's line of road.' (after Archibald Bell in 1823). From it you can enjoy scenery of rugged grandeur vitheut effort, but anyone with a spark of adventure in them should get off the bitumen and explore the fascinating country around Mt. 3anks.
 There are several ways into (or out from) the Grose Valley described in the following pages.
-PART I.
-valor DAY FOR A BAULLTR.
+=====Part I. Windy Day For A Baulker.=====
- Don Matthews.
-"Well, George", I said, "I think the best round trip -muld be down Pages Pass, camp just above Blue Gum, go down the arose a mile if we go up Col Creek, or 4 miles if we go up Coal Mine Creek, and back along the rim ridge to Mt. Banks. Coal Mine Creek is O.K., we had another look at, it a few weeks ago, but it 'S a long time since I've been up -the other one  I ranenber coming to a blank wall, arrl you climb a sort of rocky knob in the middle of the gully art i then shin up a snail tree growing at about 45 to get onto a steeply sloping rib of rocks, a bit of a scramble  you're up..." George wasn't listening.
+- Don Matthews.
-"How about the scenery" he said, "Will I bring Lvry camera". "Sure", I replied
-thinkLng of the wonderful rocky views. I could see -Est George was dreaming of a relazd_ng weekend in the sunshine, taking things easy. So wac I if it came to that.
+"Well, George", I said, "I think the best round trip would be down Pages Pass, camp just above Blue Gum, go down the Grose a mile if we go up Col Creek, or 4 miles if we go up Coal Mine Creek, and back along the rim ridge to Mt. Banks. Coal Mine Creek is O.K., we had another look at it a few weeks ago, but it it's a long time since I've been up the other one - I remember coming to a blank wall, and you climb a sort of rocky knob in the middle of the gully and then shin up a small tree growing at about 45 degrees to get onto a steeply sloping rib of rocks, a bit of a scramble  you're up..." George wasn't listening.
-I parked the car just off the Bell road. at midday, ar. got out. No one else did. "'ghat's up", I yelled "don't you want to go walking". "Yes", admitted Heather from the warmth, but we're just waiting to see how long you can stay out
-G. there". Just then the wind blew my balracaava off end by the time I'd retrieved it
+"How about the scenery" he said, "Will I bring my camera". "Sure", I replied thinking of the wonderful rocky views. I could see that George was dreaming of a relaxing weekend in the sunshine, taking things easy. So was I if it came to that.
-.
-they'd taken heart and were crawling out into the windy sleet
+I parked the car just off the Bell road at midday, and got out. No one else did. "What's up", I yelled "don't you want to go walking". "Yes", admitted Heather from the warmth, "but we're just waiting to see how long you can stay out there". Just then the wind blew my balaclava off and by the time I'd retrieved it they'd taken heart and were crawling out into the windy sleet...
 It was reasonably sheltered in the Page's Pass gully but we could hear the wind roaring overhead, and through the noise, the sound of white ants at work. There was, however, no suitably comfortable cave, so we pressed on around the corner into the gale. As we did, a tree branch hurtled westwards a hundred feet over our heads. Rugged, huh?
-The track down to the Grose is shoWn on the Katoomba Military Map We managed to follow it approximately through vines and prickles as it cut across the ridge and down to the Grose, and then followed the track on the South side for a few miles.
-The canzespot on the upstream fringe of Bluegum was comfortable and sheltered. We looked up at the stars and with more hope then faith predicted a fine calm Sunday.
+The track down to the Grose is shown on the Katoomba Military Map. We managed to follow it approximately through vines and prickles as it cut across the ridge and down to the Grose, and then followed the track on the South side for a few miles.
-Sure enough, the morning sun gloved golden on the cliffs. of Locklcy's. We stopped a mile or so downstream to review the position.
-"'There" I pointed "is the first easily accessible gully. At least, I think it's accessible but nu memory could be a bit vague. I remember coming to a blank wall The party also looked blank and appeared not to be listening. 1,Alo could be bothered, sitting in this delightful sunshine.
+The campspot on the upstream fringe of Bluegum was comfortable and sheltered. We looked up at the stars and with more hope then faith predicted a fine calm Sunday.
-This one imuld be a Shorter route than Coal Mine Creek, wouldn't it" asked Helen, e_ad the matter wns settled.
-The slopes on the East side ridge were the
+Sure enough, the morning sun glowed golden on the cliffs of Lockley's. We stopped a mile or so downstream to review the position.
-usual mixture of vines but not particularly difficult. Then, near the cliff line, we struck a thick patch of deed sally scrub. Possibly the West side ridge would be easier. At last the creek bed and a rest, - time
-for the leader to ponder on the mssibility of a retreat if need be. Then there was a crunch of hobnails from above, and Roger Rigby appeared with two mates. Yes, he confirmed nonchantly, there's only one awkward place, and it'd be easier going up than coming down. Thus heartened we plodded on and up the creek bed.
+"There" I pointed "is the first easily accessible gully. At least, I think it's accessible but my memory could be a bit vague. I remember coming to a blank wall..." The party also looked blank and appeared not to be listening. Who could be bothered, sitting in this delightful sunshine. "This one would be a shorter route than Coal Mine Creek, wouldn't it" asked Helen, and the matter was settled.
-And then ne came to a:blank:wail, turned right, climbed a sort of rocky knob
-in the middle of the gal2y, and there was a small tree    But the re)st did not 4. follow easily.
+The slopes on the East side ridge were the usual mixture of vines but not particularly difficult. Then, near the cliff line, we struck a thick patch of dead sally scrub. Possibly the West side ridge would be easier. At last the creek bed and a rest - time for the leader to ponder on the possibility of a retreat if need be. Then there was a crunch of hobnails from above, and Roger Rigby appeared with two mates. Yes, he confirmed nonchalantly, there's only one awkward place, and it'd be easier going up than coming down. Thus heartened we plodded on and up the creek bed.
-.
-Geore could be persuc tded that this
+And then ne came to a blank wail, turned right, climbed a sort of rocky knob in the middle of the gully, and there was a small tree... But the rest did not follow easily.
-wS the uv- and whizzed up without his pack in fine style. Meanwhile, Helen was tackling a vertical chimney to the left and was three- wafters of the my up. Then suddenly She was only half way up, sitting on the dirt slope eagerly embracing a frail looking palm tree which was the only thing between her and a 15 foot drop. George crossed to the top of the chimney with our slight rope and eventually Helen got up. The rest of the party meanwhile sat and Shivered from cold. Then, tired of waiting, Tine Shinned up the tree, hung over space for a while exploring the situation, and scrambled to the comparative comfort of the rock:until George let down the rope for the srlRe of safety.
+George could be persuaded that this was the way and whizzed up without his pack in fine style. Meanwhile, Helen was tackling a vertical chimney to the left and was three-quarters of the way up. Then suddenly she was only half way up, sitting on the dirt slope eagerly embracing a frail looking palm tree which was the only thing between her and a 15 foot drop. George crossed to the top of the chimney with our slight rope and eventually Helen got up. The rest of the party meanwhile sat and shivered from cold. Then, tired of waiting, Tine shinned up the tree, hung over space for a while exploring the situation, and scrambled to the comparative comfort of the rock until George let down the rope for the sake of safety.
 The rest of the party followed.
-(It appears, from hobnail evidence, that Helen's chimney is the accepted way to rope down. However, the route described'above is probably the easiest way up.)
-The going was then straightforward; plod, plod, upwards into the deep saddle, turn West,. and on to open heathland overlooking the Grose. The view, as from anywhere on these tops, was striking and extensive but the wind was still strong and cold, so we dropped Northwards to the creek for a quick lunch. Then following the ridge Which runs towards the saddle of Mt. Banks we skirted the law cliff- line Northwards and climbed through a convenient gap into the saddle and on to the Trig. A quick survey of the old familiar landmarks, and then down the track into the freezing twilight.
+(It appears, from hobnail evidence, that Helen's chimney is the accepted way to rope down. However, the route described above is probably the easiest way up.)
-'MT. KING GEORGE AND BEYCM,'.
+The going was then straightforward; plod, plod, upwards into the deep saddle, turn West, and on to open heathland overlooking the Grose. The view, as from anywhere on these tops, was striking and extensive but the wind was still strong and cold, so we dropped Northwards to the creek for a quick lunch. Then following the ridge which runs towards the saddle of Mt. Banks we skirted the low cliff-line Northwards and climbed through a convenient gap into the saddle and on to the Trig. A quick survey of the old familiar landmarks, and then down the track into the freezing twilight.
+====='Mt. King George And Beyond'=====
 (From The Sydney Bushwalker, December 1939.)
 - Marie B. Byles.
 'The valleys radiating from Mt. King George on the East provide many charmi'ng camping spots most of them having flat green swamps in their upper parts, and good water and even, caves below them.
 At present (1939) a cattle track runs across the Eastern ridges of Mount King George. It is faint and often non-existent, but it mdy be followed with breaks over Et. Catey, mhich, like King George, is basalt capped and therefore well wooded and well grassed. Beyond this the spur tee one over a bare grassy knob. Then the spur splits, the right hand branch culminating in a little conical treeless hill sheer above the Grose. The hill is also the culmination of a series of splendid views of the Grose Valley unsurpassed in grandeur and rivalled only by the view from Butterbox Point mar Mount Hay.