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-Dia* WALKS.
+=====Day Walks.=====
-ITARY 17 Don't overlook the day walk to the SINITZMIG CARNIVAL. Details in last month's magazine.
-FEBRUARY 24 Waterfall Uloola Falls - Karloo Pool - HePthcote.8 miles A pleasant stroll through the south-western -portion of National Park. Uloola Falls are particularly good after rain. Recommended for new prospective members.
+|February 17|Don't overlook the day walk to the Swimming Carnival. Details in last month's magazine.|
-Train: 8.50 a m. Cronulla train from Central Electric Station. CHANGE LT SUTHERLIND for rail motor to Waterfall.
+|February 24|Waterfall - Uloola Falls - Karloo Pool - Heathcote. 8 miles. A pleasant stroll through the south-western portion of National Park. Uloola Falls are particularly good after rain. Recommended for new prospective members. Train: 8.50 a.m. Cronulla train from Central Electric Station. Change at Sutherland for rail motor to Waterfall. Tickets: Waterfall return @ 6/-. Map: Port Hacking Tourist. Leader: Dick Child.|
-Tickets: Waterfall return @ 6/-
+|March 3|Helensburgh - Wilson's Creek - Bola Heights - Burning Palms - Lilyvale. 12 miles. Good test walk material this, particularly if the weather is hot. Bola Heights could be scratchy and gaiters are recommended. Train: 8.42 a.m. Wollongong train from Central Steam Station to Helensburgh. Tickets: Lilyvale return @ 7/7. Map: Port Hacking Tourist. Leader: Jack Gentle.|
-Yap: Port Hacking Tourist.
+|March 10|Otford - Burning Palms - Garie. Some lovely forest country in the Garrawarra Primitive Area. 8 miles. Usually good surfing at "The Palms". Train: 8.42 a.m. Wollongong train from Central Steam Station to Otford. Tickets: Otford return @ 8/- plus 2/6 bus fare Garie - Waterfall. Map: Port Hacking Tourist. Leader: Margaret Wilson.|
-Leader: Dick Child.
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-MARCH 3.
-MARCH 10
+=====Letter to the Editor:=====
-Helensburgh Wilson's Creek - Bola Heights - Burning Palms - Lilyvale. 12 miles.
-Good test walk material,this, particularly if the weather is hot. Bola Heights could be scratchy and gaiters are recommended. Train; 8.42 a m. Wollongong train from Central Steam Station to Helensburgh.
+From an Interested Non-Active Member.
-Tickets: Lilyvale return @ 7/7.
-Map: Port Hacking Tourist.
+"Is the magazine-going downhill?" you ask, perhaps rhetorically, in your January editorial. Certainly not, if volume is any measure of editorial affluence, as the more or less traditional eighteen pages is being maintained and sometimes even exceeded.
-Leader:- Jack Gentle.
-Otford - Burning Palms - Cane.
+But a closer look at this apparently robust and healthy exterior reveals some undesirable and even unhealthy symptoms. You may hasten to ask how I, as a non-contributer, can have the effrontery to make such a claim. The reasons should become clear.
-Some lovely forest country in the Garrawarra Primitive Area. 8 miles. Usually good surfing at "The Palms".
-Train: 8.42 a m. Wollongong train from Central Steam Station to Otford.
+Returning to my poiht, I have noticed ever the last year or so, a growing use of a number of devices which serve to ameliorate an otherwise unhappy situation - a form of editorial cosmetic for a tired old magazine if you like. The presentation of articles under various pseudonyms (all probab1y written by the same person), the use of cartoon figures (reminiscent of certain magazines?), articles with no acknowledement, your "Science Naturally" series, snippets of verse whose only connection with the bash is that they're a bit green and the reprinting of articles, albeit good ones, all point to frantic efforts to instil some life into a worn out body.
-Tickets: Otford return g 8/- plus 2/6 bus fare Garie-Wtterfall. Nap: Port Hacking Tourist.
-Leader: Margaret Wilson.
+Over my long and erstwhile active association with this club, the mainstay of the magazine has always been the accounts of walks written by enthusiastic members. These serve a twofold purpose - passing on information of tracks, routes, conditions etc. to newer members, and reviving memories for the non-active group (who probably constitute the large part of your reading public anyway).
- The Sydney Bushwalker Febvuary 1963
+It is unfortunate but true, that the non-active cannot contribute to this phase of club life, though many have done so in their more active past.
+This responsibility and burden must be carried by that happy group of active walkers, though it may require a little persuasion from the office bearers of the club to achieve.
+The walks programme and reports from monthly meetings indicate a walking activity probably as vigorous as ever, but I am afraid that the same cannot be said for the support being given to the magazine from these active walkers. Education at the prospective stage and a little nagging from the Chair could undoubtedly return the magazine to its former vigour, when you could smell gum leaves as soon as you opened its pages.
+Curious Headhunter ex patria.
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+=====At Our Christmas Party.=====
+On Sat., December Twenty-Two\\
+The sprightly S.B.W.\\
+Disported, old and recent members,\\
+In the North Sydney Council Chambers.\\
+The dancers came in fancy dress\\
+And represented, more or less,\\
+Great charactersfrom history's pages,\\
+The brave, the fair, all down the ages.\\
+We could not help but glance a lot\\
+At Guinevere and Lancelot\\
+- Jack G. and Ed in deep disguise.\\
+Indeed; he won the second prize;\\
+But first place was awarded to\\
+A fairly recent member who\\
+As carrot-munching epicure\\
+Marathon walker, Barbara Moore,\\
+Strode nonchalantly on to fame,\\
+And Esme Biddulph was her name\\
+Toga'd Tiberius was there,\\
+And Nero, vine laeaves in his hair.\\
+The scrapings of his toy violin\\
+Were heard (or were they?) in the din.\\
+Many were barefoot, lightly clad,\\
+A state of things which made them glad\\
+When those who tripped the light fantastic\\
+Became increasingly gymnastic.\\
+That very well-known walker, Dot,\\
+Found wig and stockings far too hot,\\
+And soon most prancers shed their wrappings\\
+For airier more mundane trappings.\\
+We feel we must record the hapless\\
+Case of a lass in garments strapless\\
+Who, clutching, galloped helter-skelter,\\
+To seek the cloak-room's friendly shelter.\\
+Enough. Good times were had by all,\\
+And nearly fifty graced the hall.\\
+May you be present, fit and hearty,\\
+At next December's Christmas Party!
+Kath McKay
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+=====The Conquering Of The Kowmung.=====
-..........M.,..410.1M.M.10.
-Letter to the Editor; From an Interested Non-Active Member.
-'"Is the magazine-going doWnhill?" oi ask, perhaps rhetorically, in your -January editorial. Certginly not, if volume is any measure
-of editorial affluence, as the more or less traditional eighteen pages is being maintained and sometimes even exceeded.
-But a closer look at this apparently robust and healthy exterior reveals gome'undesirable and even 'Unhealthy symptomsd ma Y hasten
-to ask how I, as a-nonp-contributar, can have the effrontery to make such a claim. The reasons should become clear.
-Returning to my peiht, I have noticed ever the last year or-so, a growing use of a number Of 'devices Which serve to ameliorate an otherwise unhappy situation - a form or editorial mosmetic for a tired old magazine iryou like. The presentation of' articles under various pseudonyms (all 15robab1y written by the same person) the uee-of cartoon figures (reminiscent of certain magazines?) articles with no acknovledement, your "Science Naturally-series, shippets of verse whose only connection with the bash is that they'rg a'bit green and the reprinting of articles, ilbidt goad ones, all point to frantic efforts to instil some life into a worn out body.
-Over my long and erstwhile active association with this club, the mainstay of the magazine has alfhays been the acbounts-of walks ivritteii-by enthusiastic metbdi's, Theae sere a twofold purpose Cin informatiOn of tacks, rautes, conditions etc, to never-members, and retivingiemoi4ies-for the non-active group (who probably constitute the large part of your reading public anyway).
-It is i-Infortunate but true, that the non...grctive cannOt 6ontribute to this phase of club life, though many have done so in their more active past.
-This responsibility and burden must be carried by that hay group
-of active walkers, th'Algh it may require a little persuasion from the office bearers of the club to achieve.
-The walks programme and reports from monthly meetings indicate a wailing activity Probably as'vigorous as ever'; but I am afraid-that the same cannot be said-for the support being given to the magazine from tese active walkers. Edu6ation at 'the-prospective stage and a little ngg ging from'the-Chair could
-undnubtedlyretUrn the thagazine to its former vigour, when you could smell gum leaves as soon as you opened its pages,
-Curious Headhunter. ex patria.
-February 1963 The Sydney Bushi valker 7
-AT OUR CHRISTMAS PAM:.
-On Sat" December Twenty-Two
-The gi-5ri:Etit
-Disported; old and recent members,
-In the North Sydney Council Chamberso The danoars came in fLnc, dress And represented, riabe or is,
-Groat charactersfrom history 2s pages, The brave,-the fair, all down the ages. We could nht help but glance a lot At Guinevere and Lancelot
-- Jack G. and Ed in deep dibguise. Indeed; he won th,;. secnnd
-But first placewas awarded to A fairly recent member whA
-As carrot-munching epicure-- Marathon 'walker, Barbara Moore, Strode nonchalantly on to fame, Arid Esme Biddulph was her name Togatd 'Tiberius was there,
-And Nero, vine:aeaves in hi b h-dr. The scrapings of his toy violin
-Were heard (or t6re they?) in the din. Many wer5 barefoot, lightly clad,
-A state 'of thing6 which made them glad When those who tripped the light fPntastic Became increasingly gymnastic,' That very well-kilown walker
-Founeuig and stockings far too hot,
-Arid so-n Most praa:Icers shed their wrappings
-For airier more mundane trappings. We fel we must reco'.e d the ha:pless Case of a lass in garments str-apless Who, clutching; gai-14ped helter-skelter, To seek tho'510ak-room friendly shelter. Enough.' GoOd times were had by all,  And nearly fifty graced the hall. May you be present, fit and hearty, At next December's Christmas Party!
-lath McKay
-The Sydney Bushwalker February 1963
-THE CONQUERING OF THE KUNMUNG.
 Stuart Brooks
-It is not often that the 'leader' of a walk is the on4 on, not trhave seeh the cnuntry "before. P6rhaps having collected most of the food and providing the transport, Won me s6me rights to th15 euphemism, but I rather think-I achieved the rtink of nominal leader through the innate politeness 6f my to companions. Maybe they realised this was a subtle way to ensure my continued serenity and acquiescence.
-But I fouhd the presenoe of d Kowmunger, Experienced, FeMale aid Kowmiinger,. Experiehbed, Male, (Shirley D6an and Bill Gillada for the record) a perfect-excuge for decliniiig the onus cl decision-making, the/by leaving py mind free to tackle the more urgent problems of having the food in my pack eaten firSt, and getting Kern to carry the tent. I might add that Kef and emwere suffidient1Y"exp6ilienced to frustrgte the. resolution of these problems beneficially for Brooks despite my not inconsiderable mental gymnastics.
+It is not often that the 'leader' of a walk is the only one not to have seen the country before. Perhaps having collected most of the food and providing the transport, won me s6me rights to this euphemism, but I rather think I achieved the rank of nominal leader through the innate politeness of my to companions. Maybe they realised this was a subtle way to ensure my continued serenity and acquiescence.
-The Jas rains had made the Kanangra road a qu'agmire and we fee: justified in 'Claiming the first side*ys--car -brit) from Joni-Ian Caves to Kanangra. Certainly rwas able to frustrate any desire for sleep my two pasgengers may have nurtured. We boiled as we toiled crabwise up the Jenolan hill and th-6 final act of ignnmy was tn bog the car at nangra. We abandoned it where it sat, deep in mud, and grabbed a few hours sleep in the snail cave.
-Over a spartan-brenfast of 'grilled bacAn, aoffee rnc1 brandy, the first vague plans wereborn, appislopriatel enntigh, with considerable difficulty; We ite,uld go ba8k the rnad to Dlintalla Hbishts and fnilaw the ridge out, dropping into Hollandef s abilre-ChardAn Canyon. Only there, I
+But I found the presenoe of a Kowmunger, Experienced, Female and a Kowmunger, Experiehbed, Male, (Shirley Dean and Bill Gillam for the record) a perfect excuse for declining the onus of decision-making, thereby leaving my mind free to tackle the more urgent problems of having the food in my pack eaten first, and getting Kem to carry the tent. I might add that Kef and Kem were sufficient1y experienced to frustagte the resolution of these problems beneficially for Brooks despite my not inconsiderable mental gymnastics.
-is assured-, wouId-I see the genesis of the Knwmung, with all its un-tamed prinaieval grandear.
-To the squeak of block and cordage; grunts (self', racing Motor (Kef) and the Maddening dlidk of camera shutter (Kern)' the-car was de-bogged-ane pointed round the other way. Kef Eanouvered the cgr back-along the road, while I studied the map and Kern threw in the odd sonnet for spiritual comfort.
+The Xmas rains had made the Kanangra road a quagmire and we feel justified in claiming the first sideways car trip from Jenolan Caves to Kanangra. Certainly I was able to frustrate any desire for sleep my two passengers may have nurtured. We boiled as we toiled crab-wise up the Jenolan hill and the final act of ignomy was to bog the car at Kanangra. We abandoned it where it sat, deep in mud, and grabbed a few hours sleep in the small cave.
-By 10.30 a.51. we were close to Dungalla Heights and with 15ack and parliat walking al6ng a conveient fire trail in misty rain. By an unfoitunate olfersight, 110 one had a co/id:pass, and 661 at any stage, we had the-choice of three directionS. What-I thought was lgorth Kef'-would be equally sure' was south-east and Kern would automgtically call west. tot moat parties are so fortunate. The stage was set for a brilliant 3 8c. R operation.
-February 1963 The Sydney Bushwalker 9
+Over a spartan-breakfast of grilled bacon, coffee and brandy, the first vague plans were born, appropriately enough, with considerable difficulty. We would go back the road to Dungalla Heights and follow the ridge out, dropping into Hollanders above Chardon Canyon. Only there, I was assured, would I see the genesis of the Kowmung, with all its un-tamed primieval grandeur.
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-Final/y, we deserted our road 6w nd headed virtunasly through the scrub.
+To the squeak of block and cordage, grunts (self), racing motor (Kef) and the maddening click of camera shutter (Kem) the car was de-bogged and pointed round the other way. Kef manouvered the car back along the road, while I studied the map and Kem threw in the odd sonnet for spiritual comfort.
-Ne lunched on a sidestreamvpressed on and hit another fire-trail, which we followed ad followed at it twisted and turned. Just'when ve-vruld, iri exati-Deratibn, decitle to abandon it, a swing towards our general lihe of approach would convince 'ad to stick:with:it. Finally' bY mid-afternoon, we
-could tolerate Its meanderings no further, and we took off along an enthusiastic stream.
+By 10.30 a.m. we were close to Dungalla Heights and with pack and parkam walking along a conveient fire trail in misty rain. By an unfortunate oversight, no one had a compass, and so, at any stage, we had the choice of three directions. What I thought was north Kef would be equally sure was south-east and Kem would automatically call west. Not many parties are so fortunate. The stage was set for a brilliant S & R operation.
-- -We camped early, determined to pick up the hours of sleep that the trip out had denied us.
--A couple of Naiciously placed Kidks and a cup of tea attracted Kem
+Finally, we deserted our road and headed virtuously through the scrub. We lunched on a sidestream, pressed on and hit another fire-trail, which we followed and followed at it twisted and turned. Just when we would, in exasperation, decide to abandon it, a swing towards our general line of approach would convince us to stick with it. Finally by mid-afternoon, we could tolerate its meanderings no further, and we took off along an enthusiastic stream.
-at a respectable hour and we were on our *74 7.30 a m. Our creek rapidly hssumed'a more rugged, deeper look anei our 'two Kts E., felt sure we were realiy-on Hollander. When it ran into a rocky gorge, the impulsive cry was "Chardon Cany55, here we corn' E.Ps suddenly appeared in swimming- - costuMe and took to the centre nf the-a-tr.-6am. Fighting baptitm,-I clung to the craggy banks and half h mile-later, from a lofty pinnacle; got my first shock. I could see the-stream for' perhaps 200 yards, but beyond that - nothing! 'It-6 maffled f nar spoke of a fir-sized fall. I scrambled down to have a closer 16k. Some waterfall! 5 or 600 feet if I'M any judge, and disappearing into a respectably deep valley. This Cherdon Canyon was really eDmething:
-The water babies sonn joined me,- mouths agape. Not Chardon Canyon" was their unanimousopinion: I wa-d easily swayed. "MUst be Dungeala Falls. How on earth did we get onto Box Creek?!"
+We camped early, determined to pick up the hours of sleep that the trip out had denied us.
-We slid down he steep hillside bbside thesG iringnificent feals, pausing from time to time to admire each new pei'sfective bur descent offered. At 10.30 a m. We had reached the-la114 floor and werein intimate and d-amp consort-with a man,-sized river. "Kbmmung River" was the reverent refrain and I trust I appeared suitably impressed.
-We moved downstr-eam untawe were directly opposite the final 200 ft. plUnge of'the falls straight into the Kommung, and-here, at precisely-/1 a m.
+A couple of judiciously placed kicks and a cup of tea extracted Kem at a respectable hour and we were on our way by 7.30 a.m. Our creek rapidly assumed a more rugged, deeper look and our two K's, E., felt sure we were realiy on Hollander. When it ran into a rocky gorge, the impulsive cry was "Chardon Canyon, here we come!" The E.K's suddenly appeared in swimming costume and took to the centre of the stream. Fighting baptism, I clung to the craggy banks and half a mile later, from a lofty pinnacle, got my first shock. I could see the stream for perhaps 200 yards, but beyond that - nothing! Its muffled roar spoke of a fair-sized fall. I scrambled down to have a closer look. Some waterfall! 5 or 600 feet if I'm any judge, and disappearing into a respectably deep valley. This Chardon Canyon was really something!
-we, with our combined domestic chdmical and electridal skills, won from the
-_
+The water babies soon joined me, mouths agape. "Not Chardon Canyon" was their unanimous opinion:.I was easily swayed. "Must be Dungalla Falls. How on earth did we get onto Box Creek?!"
-inhospitable banks, a campsite supreme. If these were indeed Durigalla Falls;
-we were exactly 1 days ahead of our rough schedule, a truly heroic endeavnur. TO fill in the day, it was resolved over early lunch to whistle upstream
+We slid down the steep hillside beside these magnificent falls, pausing from time to time to admire each new perspective our descent offered. At 10.30 a.m. we had reached the valley floor and were in intimate and damp consort with a man-sized river. "Kowmung River" was the reverent refrain and I trust I appeared suitably impressed.
-to Tuglaw Falls and Chardon Canyon, ("These, you must see!") Off we went.
-_ _
+We moved downstream until we were directly opposite the final 200 ft. plunge of the falls straight into the Kowmung, and here, at precisely 11 a.m. we, with our combined domestic chemical and electrical skills, won from the inhospitable banks, a campsite supreme. If these were indeed Dungalla Falls, we were exactly 1 1/2 days ahead of our rough schedule, a truly heroic endeavour.
-Soon, the wallsclosed-in and the river became a -deries of larg-6 pools, bounad by steeply sloping rock. The K's (EY hit the drink; but water-shy, I-started skirting the walls. Ify nEw sandshoes and Laver-socks mutt be kept ary at all costs! I Wasn't-very far alonewhen I slipped and-performed a running, sitting, involuntary glissade into a deep pool. There ivs some
-The Sydney Bushwelker February 1963
+To fill in the day, it was resolved over early lunch to whistle upstream to Tuglow Falls and Chardon Canyon, ("These, you must see!") Off we went.
-conflict as to how far-I'd fallen.- ConserijatiVely, I had estimated-tvidnty feet. In his usual 35erverse fashion, Kern observed that if it ware over two Teet, he'd shout; and with typical feminine guile, Kef stated that 'it was really quite a loi -g. wayyat least faur feet.' This, I am sure, was
-the highlight of the trip for. the E.K's, deapite the fact that the axpedition's only match was severely dunked.. I was baptised, K. had claimed me!
+Soon, the walls closed in and the river became a series of large pools, bounded by steeply sloping rock. The K's (E) hit the drink, but water-shy, I started skirting the walls. My new sandshoes and Laver-socks must be kept dry at all costs! I wasn't very far along when I slipped and performed a running, sitting, involuntary glissade into a deep pool. There was some conflict as to how far I'd fallen. Conservatively, I had estimated twenty feet. In his usual perverse fashion, Kem observed that if it were over two feet, he'd shout, and with typical feminine guile, Kef stated that 'it was really quite a long way, at least four feet.' This, I am sure, was the highlight of the trip for the E.K's, despite the fact that the expedition's only watch was severely dunked. I was baptised, K. had claimed me!
-An hour and a half found us at a sizeable sideitream assumably Tuglew Creek, but-where were the falls? ,Slowly the ti4uth'dawned. We wore, in fact, came d opposite Mbrong Falls and this was Tuglow Hole Creek! We splashed back to our camp in a sullen silence.
-- Over' ainner-that eveang, a 'new philosophy' was ;v6lved to rationalise (Dili inglorious record - two days ahead of 6chedule and our first day out. Forsaking all scientifi-C impedimenta, we would wend our wa thrOugh space and time unfettered by theii. cold Clutch. Flying by the seat of our pants (or samming costumes) we wyuld unravel fate's capricious whim as it was presented to us. Sufficient unto the day:
+An hour and a half found us at a sizeable sidestream assumably Tuglow Creek, but where were the falls? Slowly the truth dawned. We were, in fact, camped opposite Morong Falls and this was Tuglow Hole Creek! We splashed back to our camp in a sullen silence.
-.30 a m. next morning fodfid us, pylon clad, i5add1ing down the Liorong Deep, 'The river was running strongly and our numer'ous crossings an swims were boiaerous affairs. We: lunched at mid-day above an ielressive fal in' the riverc T flow-of water prevented any reesonable attempt at neEotidtion and We were forced to sidle. Seve:ral hundred feet above'the river, we fund i'eMarkably eat?' and pleasant going., and'plit a-few-miles-of trle Deep under'
-our belts before, at 4 p m., deciding to return to the river, to the sand, and seek a campsite.
+Over dinner that evening, a 'new philosophy' was evolved to rationalise our inglorious record - two days ahead of schedule and our first day out. Forsaking all scientific impedimenta, we would wend our way through space and time unfettered by their cold clutch. Flying by the seat of our pants (or swimming costumes) we would unravel fate's capricious whim as it was presented to us. Sufficient unto the day!
-A spot was soon located, complete with swimming pool and thundering cascades. Kern modestly assessed the V.G. at 25,000 - and no rates!
-We ate, talkan,:, climbed into the. bag; it was still 1-:earkably liht. "How's the time, Scroggin?" asked Kern. I insi5octed the watch.. "Just after 10.30., Shaciel Bt it was still broa'a daylight! At 1 a m. on the dia/, the gloomy gray clouas-disappearea into the gathering Calsk. -The amphibious' watch was about 5 hours-fast! We hiust have steamed off ab6ut 5.30am lunched about -10 a m. and camped not 16ng after mid-day! The nar philosophy passed thi crucial:test with flying colours. Kef, Kern and I were at; peace with the world!
+.30 a.m. next morning found us, nylon clad, padd1ing down the Morong Deep, The river was running strongly and our numerous crossings andswims were boisterous affairs. We lunched at mid-day above an impressive fall in the river. The flow of water prevented any reasonable attempt at negotidtion and we were forced to sidle. Several hundred feet above the river, we found remarkably easy and pleasant going, and put a few miles of the Deep under our belts before, at 4 p.m., deciding to return to the river, to the sand, and seek a campsite.
-- Thereafter, we sauntered downstream, eating and campineds th6 mood struck: us'anduevdrrtuaW Tound a sizeable area: that Llid us for-Werong Creek. dlimbing out oiposite (our agery Ridge) we roamed around the tops and camped in a sizeable rivulet. (the Boyd again?)
+A spot was soon located, complete with swimming pool and thundering cascades. Kem modestly assessed the V.G. at £5,000 - and no rates!
+We ate, talked and climbed into the bag; it was still remarkably light. "How's the time, Scroggin?" asked Kem. I inspected the watch. "Just after 10.30., Shacl" I replied. But it was still broad daylight! At 1 a.m. on the dial, the gloomy gray clouds disappeared into the gathering dusk. The amphibious watch was about 5 hours fast! We must have steamed off ab6ut 5.30am lunched about 10 a.m. and camped not long after mid-day! The new philosophy passed the crucial test with flying colours. Kef, Kem and I were at peace with the world!
+Thereafter, we sauntered downstream, eating and camping as the mood struck us and eventually found a sizeable creek that did us for Werong Creek. Climbing out oiposite (our Misery Ridge) we roamed around the tops and camped in a sizeable rivulet (the Boyd again?)
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