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- | A Monthly Bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bushwalkers, | + | ======The |
- | Sydney. Postal address s Box 4476, G.P.O. | + | |
- | EDITOR: Neville Page, 22 Hayward St BUSINESS MANAGER: Bill Burke, Coral SALES & SUBS.: Alan Pike 8 Sunbeam TYPISTE: Mrs. Joan Page. | + | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bushwalkers, Northcote Building, Reiby Place, Sydney. |
- | 9 KINGSFORD. Ph. 34-3536 | + | Postal Address PO Box No. 4476, G.P.O. Sydney. |
- | Tree Drive, CARLINGFORD. Pb. 871-1207 Lve,, ENFIELD. Ph. 747-3983 | + | |
+ | |**Editor**|Neville Page, 22 Hayward St, KINGSFORD. Ph. 34-3536| | ||
+ | |**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, Coral Tree Dr. Carlingford. 8711207.| | ||
+ | |**Sales and Subscriptions**|Alan Pike 8 Sunbeam Ave, ENFIELD. Ph. 747-3983| | ||
+ | |**Typist**|Mrs Joan Page| | ||
- | JULY, NO. 322 Price: 10 cents | + | **July 1967, No. 392. Price 10c.** |
- | IN THIS MONTH' | + | ======IN THIS MONTH' |
- | Page 2. Jim Brown 3. | + | |
- | 4. Don Finch 5. | + | |
- | 7. | + | |
- | Jim Brown 9. | + | |
- | Don Finch 11. | + | |
- | Observer 12. Neville Page 14. | + | |
- | 18. | + | |
- | 19. Owen Marks 20. Aunty Muriel 21. | + | |
- | Era Trust Fund 21. All & Sundry 22. | + | |
- | 1 | + | |
- | Editorial | + | |
- | The June General Meeting Brain Teaser | + | |
- | Yet Another Bungle | + | |
- | A Quote of Note | + | |
- | Night in the Old Trusty Cavern Day Talks | + | |
- | One Moro Month | + | |
- | wet weather 7alking | + | |
- | Startling Statistics | + | |
- | Handy Hints for Bushwalkers Socially Speaking | + | |
- | Advice for the Lovelorn | + | |
- | A Potted History of the North . The Back Page | + | |
- | Page 2. THE SYDNEY BUSHwALKER. July, | + | |
+ | | | |Page| | ||
+ | |Editorial|| | ||
+ | |The June General Meeting |Jim Brown | 3| | ||
+ | |Brain Teaser| | 4| | ||
+ | |Yet Another Bungle | Don Finch | 5| | ||
+ | |A Quote of Note | | 7 | | ||
+ | |Night in the Old Trusty Cavern | Jim Brown | 9 | | ||
+ | |Day Walks | Don Finch | 11| | ||
+ | |One More Month | Observer | 12 | ||
+ | |Wet weather Walking | Neville Page | 14 | | ||
+ | |Startling Statistics | | 18 | | ||
+ | |Handy Hints for Bushwalkers | | 19 | | ||
+ | |Socially Speaking | Owen Marks | 20 | | ||
+ | |Advice for the Lovelorn | Aunty Muriel | 21 | | ||
+ | |A Potted History of the North Era Trust Fund | | 21 | | ||
+ | |The Back Page | All & Sundry | 22 | | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | =====EDITORIAL===== | ||
In the year 1627 the American Indians sold_ Manhattan Island to the white settlers for $24. Geometric progression never was a favourite subject of mine, so I haven' | In the year 1627 the American Indians sold_ Manhattan Island to the white settlers for $24. Geometric progression never was a favourite subject of mine, so I haven' | ||
- | The last Annual Report of the Sydney Bushwaikers disclosed a balance in the North Era Trust Fund of $1390. Are we going to be satisfied then, to wait for 350 years before doing something with the fund. The money may be gathering interest, hut that's all it's doing. Commonwealth Bonds may be a gilt-edged investment, but that doesn' | ||
- | I must admit that I, like many other Bushwalkers in the Club, know-very little about the fund itself. By asking a few questions I have learnt that | ||
- | the money was originally raised to finance the purchase of 40 acres of land at North Era. That land, with its beautiful unspoiled beach, so close to Sydney, was later resumed, and now forms part of the Royal National Park. The consideration for the resumption then went back into the Trust Account. | ||
- | The question now is, as it has been for a number of years, what should be done with the money? Indeed, what could you buy for $1390? An easy way out would be to donate it to some suitable conservation body, such as the | ||
- | National Parks Association. This, unfortunately, | ||
- | the money may be used only for the purchase of land. | ||
- | There are apparently two solutions to the problem. A number of Bush- walkers feel that an appeal should be initiated, with the Fund as a basis, in order to raise an amount sufficiently large to purchase a suitable parcel of | ||
- | land. Figures of $10,000 and $20,000 have been mentioned. This may seem considerable, | ||
- | A second school of thought is that there should be no question of fundraising until it has been finally decided how we intend to invest (if that is the word) our money. This method would mean that valuable bargaining power would be lost. Vendors generally don't like waiting around. On the other hand, if we have something definite in mind, the cause would be much easier to sell, and contributions would be more readily forthcoming from outside bodies and | ||
- | individuals. | ||
- | Then again, we could fall back on the Red Indian Scheme and horde our | ||
- | . money. But, would there be anything left in 350 years time to save? | ||
+ | The last Annual Report of the Sydney Bushwalkers disclosed a balance in the North Era Trust Fund of $1390. Are we going to be satisfied then, to wait for 350 years before doing something with the fund. The money may be gathering interest, but that's all it's doing. Commonwealth Bonds may be a gilt-edged investment, but that doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | I must admit that I, like many other Bushwalkers in the Club, know-very little about the fund itself. By asking a few questions I have learnt that the money was originally raised to finance the purchase of 40 acres of land at North Era. That land, with its beautiful unspoiled beach, so close to Sydney, was later resumed, and now forms part of the Royal National Park. The consideration for the resumption then went back into the Trust Account. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The question now is, as it has been for a number of years, what should be done with the money? Indeed, what could you buy for $1390? An easy way out would be to donate it to some suitable conservation body, such as the National Parks Association. This, unfortunately, | ||
+ | |||
+ | There are apparently two solutions to the problem. A number of Bushwalkers feel that an appeal should be initiated, with the Fund as a basis, in order to raise an amount sufficiently large to purchase a suitable parcel of land. Figures of $10,000 and $20,000 have been mentioned. This may seem considerable, | ||
+ | |||
+ | A second school of thought is that there should be no question of fundraising until it has been finally decided how we intend to invest (if that is the word) our money. This method would mean that valuable bargaining power would be lost. Vendors generally don't like waiting around. On the other hand, if we have something definite in mind, the cause would be much easier to sell, and contributions would be more readily forthcoming from outside bodies and individuals. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then again, we could fall back on the Red Indian Scheme and horde our money. But, would there be anything left in 350 years’ time to save? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== The June General Meeting ====== | ||
+ | By Our Political Roundsman, Jim Brown. | ||
+ | |||
+ | A quiet and docile meeting forsooth - but who is that in the chair? Is it Burke of the late lamented Burke and Wills? Why no, it’s just the President with an advanced case of five o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | New member Andrew Robertson was welcomed, and after we had ratified last month' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your reporter suggested, for want of other nominations, | ||
- | ...... By-Our Political Roundsman, Jim Brown. | ||
- | A quiet and docile meeting forsooth | ||
- | Is it Burke of the late lamented Burke and Tills? rhy no, its just the President with an advanced case of five o' | ||
- | New member Andrew Robertson was welcomed, and after we had ratified | ||
- | last month' | ||
- | their block at MacMaster' | ||
- | Your reporter suggested, for want of other nominations, | ||
- | adding that the best spot was on private land and some checking up of a site should be carried out;. this stimulated others who in turn proposed a site at Agnes Banks, at the Colo, and at the farm of Honorary Member Roy | ||
- | Bennett, near Cattai. It was agreed that the organising SubCommittee should investigate and report, | ||
Correspondence was a singularly unimpressive collection, and may be left unsummarised, | Correspondence was a singularly unimpressive collection, and may be left unsummarised, | ||
- | Don Finch reported on a modest month of walking activity, Bill Gillam' | ||
- | jaunt in the T'ild Dogs taking out 5 people, while Jim Calloway' | ||
- | Owen Marks told us our interesting social programme just gone was the work of his, predecessor, | ||
- | Federation Report contained the information that $173 had been donated to Tasmanian walkers whose equipment had been destroyed in last summer' | ||
- | Brian Harvey eked if there had been any verdict of the S.B.7. | ||
- | Page 4. THE SYDNEY BUSIFALKER July, | ||
- | suggestion to amend the Federation Reunion date and was told the delegates had the matter in mind, but the stars had not so far been auspicious to bring it up. Phil Butt, harking back to the 40th. Birthday camp, said the S & R. demonstration, | ||
- | River site. | ||
- | Parks and Playgrounds Report, read in summary, referred mainly to | ||
- | suburban open space, and we had come to General Business, with Brian Harvey stating about 130 diners had booked. to date. | ||
- | Will Hilder had a deal of map lore - incorrect name of Izards Nob | ||
- | (near Mittagong) as Lizards Nob, errors found in the latest Gangarang map, expected early issue of 2" v. i mile sheets covering parts of the old Katoomba and Windsor surveys, new 2" maps in the Moss Vale area. In addition, he explained there was a great deal of backing and filling on scales, and it appeared Lands Dept. sheets would go metric, probably 1 - 25,000 scale, with 1000 metre grids. Gloomily thinking how we will be walking 3.37 inches more in every yard, we dispersed at 865 p.m. | ||
+ | Don Finch reported on a modest month of walking activity, Bill Gillam' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Owen Marks told us our interesting social programme just gone was the work of his predecessor, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Federation Report contained the information that $173 had been donated to Tasmanian walkers whose equipment had been destroyed in last summer' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Concerning the dispute that had shaken the S & R organisation, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Brian Harvey asked if there had been any verdict of the S.B.W. suggestion to amend the Federation Reunion date and was told the delegates had the matter in mind, but the stars had not so far been auspicious to bring it up. Phil Butt, harking back to the 40th Birthday camp, said the S & R demonstration, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Parks and Playgrounds Report, read in summary, referred mainly to suburban open space, and we had come to General Business, with Brian Harvey stating about 130 diners had booked to date. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Will Hilder had a deal of map lore - incorrect name of Izards Nob (near Mittagong) as Lizards Nob, errors found in the latest Gangerang map, expected early issue of 2" =.1 mile sheets covering parts of the old Katoomba and Windsor surveys, new 2" maps in the Moss Vale area. In addition, he explained there was a great deal of backing and filling on scales, and it appeared Lands Dept. sheets would go metric, probably 1 - 25,000 scale, with 1000 metre grids. Gloomily thinking how we will be walking 3.37 inches more in every yard, we dispersed at 8.55 p.m. | ||
- | BRAIN TEASER. | + | ---- |
- | We have a situation whereby five persons, each of a differect | + | ====== |
+ | We have a situation whereby five persons, each of a different | ||
1. The Englishman lives in the RED house. | 1. The Englishman lives in the RED house. | ||
2. The Spaniard owns the DOG. | 2. The Spaniard owns the DOG. | ||
Line 89: | Line 90: | ||
13. The Japanese smokes PARLIAMENTS. | 13. The Japanese smokes PARLIAMENTS. | ||
14. The Norwegian lives next to the BLUE house. | 14. The Norwegian lives next to the BLUE house. | ||
- | What we want to know is s | + | |
+ | What we want to know is: | ||
1. WHO DRINKS BEER? and 2. WHO OWNS THE ZEBRA? | 1. WHO DRINKS BEER? and 2. WHO OWNS THE ZEBRA? | ||
This problem can most definitely be worked out - the answer is in the custody of the Editor. | This problem can most definitely be worked out - the answer is in the custody of the Editor. | ||
- | July, -1967 THE SYDNEY BUSH7ALKER Page 5. | ||
- | Mr.mmermankrir | ||
- | |||
- | |||
+ | ---- | ||
====== Yet Another Bungle ====== | ====== Yet Another Bungle ====== | ||
by Don Finch | by Don Finch | ||
- | As usual we got off to a bad start. | + | As usual we got off to a bad start. |
- | The long drive to the Apsley Falls turnoff on the Oxley Highway was completed around | + | The long drive to the Apsley Falls turnoff on the Oxley Highway was completed around 3 AM. Dot and two New Zealand visitors, Keith and Bill, were already there. |
- | The next morning, leaving the others to start breakfast, Ross and I drove the half mile out to the falls to see just what we were getting ourselves into. What we found, apart from Heather Joyce, was a gorge 2,000 feet deep, cut into the rolling hills that otherwise went on for an infinitude. | + | The next morning, leaving the others to start breakfast, Ross and I drove the half mile out to the falls to see just what we were getting ourselves into. |
+ | |||
+ | What we found, apart from Heather Joyce, was a gorge 2,000 feet deep, cut into the rolling hills that otherwise went on for an infinitude. | ||
Our Kiwi friends went on a photographing spree once we reached the bottom, as they hadn't seen anything like this gorge in New Zealand. | Our Kiwi friends went on a photographing spree once we reached the bottom, as they hadn't seen anything like this gorge in New Zealand. | ||
- | The afternoon dragged on, the swims persisted with monotonous regularity, and the long, cold swims took their toll of the party. | + | The afternoon dragged on, the swims persisted with monotonous regularity, and the long, cold swims took their toll of the party. |
- | Then came the trial of our waterproofing. | + | Then came the trial of our waterproofing. |
- | After sustaining ourselves with breakfast we moved off at a goodly rate of knots. | + | After sustaining ourselves with breakfast we moved off at a goodly rate of knots. |
After walking for a further five minutes we found ourselves on river flats. | After walking for a further five minutes we found ourselves on river flats. | ||
Line 123: | Line 124: | ||
Lunch was had at Tin River, four miles from last night' | Lunch was had at Tin River, four miles from last night' | ||
- | After two nights of sleeping on hard rocks, everyone welcomed the opportunity to have a pleasant night' | + | After two nights of sleeping on hard rocks, everyone welcomed the opportunity to have a pleasant night' |
- | A two mile road bash from the top of the hill brought us to the cars at 12 noon. After calling on our farmer friend, who was not home, we went back to the Apsley Falls. | + | A two mile road bash from the top of the hill brought us to the cars at 12 noon. After calling on our farmer friend, who was not home, we went back to the Apsley Falls. |
- | The Sydney Bushwalker, July 1967: Bill Burke, Dot Butler, Shirley Dean, Margaret Dogterom, Don Finch, Heather Joyce, Frank Rigby, Joan Rigby, Doone Wyborn, Ross Wyborn plus Bill and Keith from NZ. | + | Party: Bill Burke, Dot Butler, Shirley Dean, Margaret Dogterom, Don Finch, Heather Joyce, Frank Rigby, Joan Rigby, Doone Wyborn, Ross Wyborn plus Bill and Keith from NZ. |
- | + | ---- | |
- | + | ====== | |
- | A QUOTE OF NOTE FOR JULY. | + | /When you defile the pleasant streams |
- | When you defile the pleasant streams | + | And the wild bird's abiding place, |
- | And the wild bird's abiding place, You massacre a million dreams | + | You massacre a million dreams |
- | And cast your spittle in God's face. | + | And cast your spittle in God's face./ |
John Drinkwater. | John Drinkwater. | ||
- | + | ---- | |
- | THE $1702-,0Y BUSEviriT | + | ====== A message from Paddy ====== |
The first month of winter and skiers have invaded Paddy' | The first month of winter and skiers have invaded Paddy' | ||
Many walkers have discovered the pleasures of skiing, especially-ski touring, which could almost be called. bushwalking on skis. | Many walkers have discovered the pleasures of skiing, especially-ski touring, which could almost be called. bushwalking on skis. | ||
- | It calls for some.extra skills and has its share of hardship and adventure, but ski touring opens up a new world to both bushwalkers and skiers. | + | It calls for some extra skills and has its share of hardship and adventure, but ski touring opens up a new world to both bushwalkers and skiers. |
- | Always welcome at Paddy' | + | Always welcome at Paddy' |
- | 4 | + | |
- | PADDY PALLIN PTY.I1TD. 1st Floor, | + | PADDY PALLIN PTY. LTD. |
+ | 1st Floor, | ||
109a Bathurst Street, | 109a Bathurst Street, | ||
- | SYDAT. Phone : 26-2685 | + | SYDNEY. Phone : 26-2685 |
- | PADDY PAWN M | + | |
- | Lightweight Camp Gear | + | ---- |
- | BMZ685 | + | ====== Night in the trusty old cavern ====== |
- | July, 1967. TIM SYDNEY BUSHTAL.1= Page 9. | + | By Jim Smith |
+ | |||
+ | A year or so back, standing on the southern summit of Mount Renwick in the last light of an angry October sunset, I conceived a brilliant idea, or so I thought at the time. It was this: generally the view is better from half way up a mountain than it is from the top. The inclusion in a photograph of the upward reaching cliffs above one improves the perspective and heightens the drama of the setting. The answer seemed obvious. Since there are two or three layers of cliff on most of those south coast mountains, and since animal pads usually form wombat parades along the base of these cliffs, it should be possible to go right around Renwick well below the top cliff line, coming in from the saddle on the western side and ending in the Valley of the Monoliths. As an added incentive there was the virtual certainty of finding a habitable overhang out on the southern tip a room with a view, indeed. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Towards the end of annual holidays in April I set out to prove it. Left town before dawn on a Thursday, and by 9 a.m. had parked the car on the road that goes south from Sassafras and was headed for the Vines. A lovely mild, clear morning, with a promise of more heat than an April day should have. | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | For a few hundred yards, around as far as the rift between Roswaine and Renwick, the sidling was quite reasonable. The scrub had been parted, there were the scrapes and scratches of nails on the rocks, and the only fly in the ointment was the oppressive heat. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Beyond the slot, however, the going deteriorated. It was not always possible to walk immediately below the cliff line, and this meant taking to quite tangled scrub growing from the steeply sloping shelf. Moreover, it was dry, in an area where you expect to find seepages from the base of the cliffs, it was quite drought stricken. | ||
+ | |||
+ | You must understand that the going was not severe enough to make one retreat; it was just a lot slower, harder and drier than expected. At least there were generous sized overhangs at intervals, but none with a tap, I concluded, however, as clouds settled over the tops, that it was going to rain anyway, and the room with a view would probably command an outlook of mist. | ||
+ | |||
+ | About 5.30 p.m. - a good hour later than I’d estimated, I was approaching the southern point of Renwick. In the ghostly light I found another good overhang, but still no water: with the exertion of the afternoon I was already desperately thirsty, so I pushed on, hoping the next little gully would solve my problem. It was dry, and there was no shelter about either. | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the last glimmers of daylight I shoved my way back through the vegetation to the Old Trusty Cavern and flopped down on its sandy floor. It was very still, with mist eddying outside, and I heard a gentle " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Searching with a torch I found there were half a dozen places where occasional drips fell from the roof - one was yielding a drop every five seconds, the others much slower. So I should not perish miserably after all. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I set billies and cups under the most rewarding spots, and sat down again. Two minutes later I was up, licking the damp spots on the wall of the cave and spitting out the damp gritty sandstone. Then I saw it - lush growths of moss, an inch thick, in niches of the sandstone. I retrieved the pannikan in which about three drops now reposed, grabbed a handful of moss and squeezed. From between my fingers dribbled a small stream of discoloured water; splashing with a beautiful sound into the cup. Half a dozen handfuls of moss and I had three inches of water: it looked like mud, it smelled like mud, in fact it tasted like mud. It was nectar! | ||
+ | |||
+ | During that night in the Old Trusty Cavern I practically stripped it of all water-bearing moss. Like a drunkard on a lost weekend, I roused several times in the night, prowling around with torch and pannikan, wringing out the green moss and flinging the residue out into the misty night. As I did I muttered to myself "Drink Moss Cup" "Moss Cup is good for you" "Like a mossy spring" | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the morning I made up my mind over a breakfast of sardines eaten while sitting in my sleeping bag, that I should go back. First, however, I would go on the few yards to the southern face, to see if I could get a photograph, and then get out before it became too hot. | ||
+ | |||
+ | At a quarter to seven I stood on the best vantage point I could find - a very good one - dickering with myself whether to go on or retire defeated. At seven o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | We draw a veil over the next 5 ½ hours, in which I progressed about 1 1/4 miles. If there are any animals in that area, they have ceased making wombat parades and now assiduously follow the trails blazed by the C.M.W. If I was not up to my ears in dead tree ferns, it was because I couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sometime after noon I reached the Valley of the Monoliths, and from that point the way out around the north of Roswaine was familiar and easy. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Friday night was spent on Sally Creek, with the stars and moon above, no Old Trusty Cavern, but unlimited supplies of wonderful clean water. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Was it the Moss Cup that brought on hallucinations, | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== Day Walks ====== | ||
+ | A BRIEF OUTLINE OF SUNDAY WALKS FOR THE COMING MONTH, COMPILED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE BY DON FINCH WALKS SEC. | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__9TH. JULY __** | ||
+ | Jim Brown, the long-legged man with the pipe embedded in his face, has a trip going from Coalcliffe, Stanwell Tops, Kelly' | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__16TH. JULY __** | ||
+ | **__23RD JULY __** | ||
+ | No Sunday trips are programmed for either of these dates. | ||
+ | If this fact upsets you enough to do something about it, see the Walks Secretary, as the new Spring programme is in the making. | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__30TH. JULY __** | ||
+ | Ye olds knights Sir, Davey Ingram (Uncle David) leadeth this trippe from Mint, Bushwalker' | ||
- | A year or so badk, standing on the southern summit of Mount Renwick in the last light of an angry October sunset, I conceived a brilliant idea, | + | **__6TH. AUGUST __** |
- | or so I thought at the time. It was this: generally the view is better | + | No Sunday trip programmed. |
- | from half way up a mountain than it is from the top. The inclusion in a photograph of the upward reaching cliffs above one improves the perspective and heightens the drama of the setting. | + | |
- | The answer seemed Obvious. Since there are two or three layers of cliff on most of those south coast mountains, and since animal pads | + | |
- | usually form wombat parades along the base of these cliffs, it should be | + | |
- | possible to go right around Renwick well below the top cliff line, coming | + | |
- | in from the saddle on the western side and ending in the Valley of the | + | |
- | Monoliths. As an added incentive there was the virtual certainty of finding a habitable overhang out on the southern tip a room with a view, indeed. | + | |
- | Towards the end of annual holidays in April I set out to iz'ove it. | + | |
- | Left town before dawn on a Thursday, and by 9 a.m. had parked the car on the road that goes south from Sassafras and was headed for the Vines. A lovely mild, clear morning, with a promise of more heat than an April day should have. | + | |
- | There' | + | |
- | For a.few hundred yards, around as far as the rift between Roswaine and Renwick,- the sidling was quite reasonable. The scrub had been parted, there were the scrapes and scratches of nails on the rocks, and the only fly inthe ointment was the oppressive heat. | + | |
- | Beyond the slot, however, the going dteriorated. It was not always possible to walk immediately below the cliff line, and this meant taking to quite tangled scrub growing from the steeply sloping shelf. Moreover it was drys in an area where you expect to find ,seepages from the base of | + | |
- | the cliffs, it was quite droughtstricken. | + | |
- | You must understand that the going was not severe enough to make | + | |
- | one retreat; it was just a lot slower, harder and drier than expected. At | + | |
- | least there were generous sized overhangs at intervals, but none with a tap, I concluded, however, as clouds settled over the tops, that it was going to rain anyway, and the room with a view would probably command an outlook of mist | + | |
- | Page 10. THE SYDNEY BUSH7ALKER July, | + | |
- | About 5.30 p.m. - a good hour later than Pd estimated, I was approaching the southern point of Renwick. In the ghostly light I found another good overhang, but still no water: with the exertion of the afternoon T was - | + | |
- | already desperately thirsty, so I pushid on, hoping the next little gully would solve my problem. It was dry, and there was no shelter about either. | + | |
- | In the last glimmers of daylight I shoved my way back through the vegetation to the Old Trusty Cavern and flopped down on its sandy floor. | + | |
- | It was very still, with mist eddying outside, and I heard a gentle " | + | |
- | Searching with a torch I found there were half a dozen places where occasional drips fell from the roof - one was yielding a drop every five seconds, the others much slower. So I Should not perish miserably after all. | + | |
- | I set billies and cups under the most rewarding spots, and sat down again. Two minutes later I was up, licking the damp spots on the wall of the | + | |
- | cave and spitting out the damp gritty sandstone. Then I saw it - lush growths of moss, an inch thick, in niches of the sandstone. I retrieved the pannikan in which about three drops now reposed, grabbed a handful of moss | + | |
- | and squeezed. From between my fingers dribbled a small stream of discoloured water; splashing with a beautiful sound into the cup. Half a dozen handfuls | + | |
- | of moss and I had three inches of water: it looked like mud, it smelled like mud, in fact it tasted like mud. It was nectar; | + | |
- | During that night in the Old Trusty Cavern I practically stripped it | + | |
- | of all water-bearing moss. Like a drunkard on a lost weekend, I roused several times in the night, prowling around with torch and pannikan, | + | |
- | wringing out the green moss and flinging the residue out into the misty night. As I did I muttered to myself "Drink Moss Cup" "Moss Cup is good for you" "Like a mosiy spring" | + | |
- | I saved the small amount accumulating in billies to wash away the taste of | + | |
- | the mud. Some time during the night the mist cleared away and not a drop of rain fell. | + | |
- | In the morning I made up my mind over a breakfast of sardines eaten while sitting in my sleeping bag, that I should go back. First, however, | + | |
- | I would go on the few yards to the southern face, to see if I could get a photograph, and then get out before it became too hot. | + | |
- | At a quarter to seven I stood on the best vantage point I could find | + | |
- | a very good one- dickering with myself whether to go on or retire defeated. | + | |
- | At seven o' | + | |
- | We draw a veil over the next 5 hours, in which I progressed about 1i- miles. If there are any animals in that area, they have ceased making wombat parades and now assiduously follow the trails blazed. by the C.M.T. If I was not up to my ears in dead tree ferns, it was because I couldn' | + | |
- | get through the tangle of vines that meshed my legs up to the armpits. | + | |
- | There were times when I am certain forward progress was down to 100 yards in an hour. At least I did find free water twice, but so thirsty was the work that I continued to swallow great draughts of Moss Cup at every opportunity. | + | |
- | July, 1967. THE SYDNEY BUSHrALKER Page 11. | + | |
- | , | + | |
- | Some tithe after noon I reached the Valley of the Monoliths, and from that point the way out around the north of Roswaine was familiar and easy. | + | |
- | Friday night was spent on Sally_Creek, | + | |
- | Was it the Moss Cup that brought on hallucinations, | + | |
- | to do with it. | + | |
- | 9TH. JULY. Jim Brown, the long-legged man with the pipe embedded in his face, has a trip going from Coalcliffe, Stanwell Tops, | + | |
- | Kelly' | + | |
- | platform at 8&42 a.m. Tickets should be purchased to Coalcliffe. The trip is disguised as 8 miles easy, and | + | |
- | any further details maybe obtained by phonihg Jim on 81-2675. | + | |
- | 16TH. JULY.7 No Sunday trips are programmed for either of these dates. | + | |
- | 23RD JULY rIf this fact upsets you enough to do something about it, | + | |
- | . . | + | |
- | j'see the Talks Secretary, as the new Spring programme is | + | |
- | in the making. | + | |
- | 30TH. JULY. Ye olds knighte Sir, Davey Ingram (Uncle David) leadeth this trippe from Mint, Bushwalker' | + | |
- | 6TH. AUGUST. | + | |
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== WALKS PROGRAMME====== | ||
+ | The new Spring programme is now in process of being compiled, and the usual cardboard sheets are currently circulating in the Club rooms on Wednesday nights. Spring is probably. the most enjoyable walking season, and it gives the opportunity for some terrific trips. So give the matter some thought NOW, even though the weather is a bit cold. Make this Walks Programme an all-time record; something the S.B.W. can be proud of. | ||
+ | ---- | ||
- | TALKS PROGRAMME. The new Spring programme is now in process of | + | ====== One more month ====== |
- | being compiled, and the usual cardboard sheets are currently circulating in the Club rooms on Wednesday nights. Spring is | + | By Observer. |
- | probably. the most enjoyable walking season, and it gives the opportunity for some terrific trips. So gi77e the matter some thought aPT, even though the weather is a bit cold. Make this Wallcs Programme an all-time record; ..something the S.B.T. can be proud of. | + | |
- | A BRihil OUTLINE OF SUNDAY WALKS FOR THE COMING MONTH, COMPILED FOR YOUR ' | + | **__FUZZ FEATURES__** |
- | Page 12. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER July9 1967. | + | Have you seen our gracious President, Frank Rigby, since his return from Central Australia. If you have, you will know the answer, when I ask you what you think Frank has in common with Leonardo Da Vinci, Rolf Harris, Claudio Monteverdi, Leo Tolstoy, and Santa Claus. As so aptly described by that master of words, Jim Brown, all appear to have advanced cases of five o' |
+ | **__QUEEN' | ||
+ | comes along with quite a promising array of trips arranged and guess what happens. Don Wood's speleo expedition to Parkes discovered, once there, that all likely entrances were densely overgrown, and it would take at least five days to clear a way in, and even then there would be no promise of anything spectacular. All the way to Kempsey went another group, only to be flooded out. Ross Wyborn' | ||
- | FUZZ FEATURES 1 Have you seen our gracious President, Frank Rigby, since his return from Central Australia. If you have, you will know the answer, when I ask you what you think Frank has in common with Leonardo Da Vinci, Rolf Harris, Claudio Monteverdi, Leo Tolstoy,' | + | **__CONSERVATION POST FILLED__** |
- | QUEEN' | + | (From Sydney Morning Herald, June 19, 1967) |
- | and it would take at least five days to clear a way in, and even then there would be no promise of anything' | + | |
- | CONSERVATION POST FILLED. | + | |
"Dr. D. F. McMichael, the present director of the Sydney Museum, has been appointed director of the Australian Conservation Foundation. The foundation' | "Dr. D. F. McMichael, the present director of the Sydney Museum, has been appointed director of the Australian Conservation Foundation. The foundation' | ||
- | CLUB LIBRARY.The new Club Librarian has been working hard, with the help of her family, so I hear, to get the Library into shape, ready for use once again after a lapse of some time. Ivy Painter tells us that details of borrowing arrangementt will be available next month. | ||
- | The Subscription Manager, "The Sydney Bushwalker" | + | **__CLUB LIBRARY__** |
- | SYDNEY. | + | The new Club Librarian has been working hard, with the help of her family, so I hear, to get the Library into shape, ready for use once again after a lapse of some time. Ivy Painter tells us that details of borrowing arrangement will be available next month. |
- | Herewith enclosed $ being Annual Subscription to | + | |
- | "The Sydney. Bushwaiker" | + | |
- | NAO. | + | |
- | POSTAL ADDRESS | + | |
- | (For new subscribers only tear off and send to Alan Pike). | + | |
- | THY5OT 7ALK IN COMFORT? | + | |
- | Nothing like athick wool nt2.Nhtshirt for winter walking. Put it .under a RELAX Oiled Japara Parka. | + | |
- | while we are talking about keeping warm, perhaps that old sleeping bag you've had for years is wearing | + | |
- | requirement with Australia' | + | |
- | Australia' | + | |
- | See us also for the following gear: | + | |
- | Mountain Mule. HFrame- Packs Sleeping Bag Outer Covers Don Williams Climbing Sacs Carabiners | + | |
- | Climbing Breeches | + | |
- | Down Duvet Jackets | + | |
- | Easters Rock Climbing Boots Light Air Beds | + | |
- | Mammut Dynamic Ropes | + | |
- | Nylon Slings | + | |
- | MOUNTAIN EQUIPMENT COMPANY' | + | |
- | 30 Mount Street, | + | |
- | NORTH SYDNEY. 49-3329 | + | |
- | Tuesday & Thursday Evening | + | |
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- | All Day Saturday. 9.00 a.m. 5 p.m. | + | |
- | MOUNTAIN EQUIPMENT COMPANY | + | |
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== Wet Weather Walking ====== | ||
+ | **OR, "HOW TO IMPROVE YOUR SCRABBLE SCORE WITHOUT REALLY. TRYING." | ||
+ | By Neville 'Page. | ||
- | OR, "HOW TO IMPROVE YOUR SCRABBLE SCORE WITHOUT REALLY. TRYING.," | + | //"FLOOD STRIKES VALLEY" |
- | "FLOOD STRIKES VALLEY" | + | |
- | district. " | + | |
- | Macleay by inches of rain draining from the catchment in the last three days," | + | |
- | be starting at the end of the story? Let's go back to the beginning. | + | |
- | Various communications between Sydney and. Kempsey culminated in a telephone call a week before the Queen' | + | Various communications between Sydney and Kempsey culminated in a telephone call a week before the Queen' |
- | Birthday weekend from Roger Gowing up there, to me down here. The purpose of the call was to verify final arrangements for his proposed walk in the upper Macleay region. | + | //" |
- | " | + | |
- | I explained to him that we were experiencing overcast conditions, with light showers of rain. I asked him how his weather was, remembering that we were now more than 300 miles apart. | + | |
- | "Just like a summer' | + | |
- | requested. The truck would be waiting at Kempsey station for us to provide | + | |
- | local transport. One thing was for surer..; there was going to be no bungling up of the formal arrangements. Anticipating that the train would be full, a compartment of 8 seats were booked several weeks in advance. Everything was organized down to the last detail. | + | |
- | And that's how it was when we boarded the train on Friday night, 9th. June. There were ten of us, two more than expected, but fortunately Ramon U' | + | |
- | Three hours out of Sydney, stimulating conversation began to wane somewhat, in spite of the acute wit and seeming Unlimited talkativeness of certain individuals in our group, and the topic turned to our bedding down for the night. This brought forth various points of view, and lasted another hour into the night before anything was actually done. Frank, being the tallest, and Dave, being the largest in the other dimension, were assigned to the luggage racks. The square frame packs were placed on the floor between the two seats, and it is here that we took advantage of one of the marvels of our scientific age. I refer of course to that remarkable invention, the lilo. These were laid out across the packs to give a large flat surface to sleep on, without having a steel frame dig | + | |
- | 34y., 1967. SYDNEY BUSH7ALIM | + | |
- | Page 150 | + | |
- | mercilessly-into one' | + | |
- | conVenient' | + | |
- | . most confused state9 the ticket inspector arrived. Bodies, packs, half- inflated li-los and red-faced inflaters were everywhere. The inspector surveyed the scene punched our tickets, and quickly moved on with basely a word. Being a restless sleeper, I took the end nearest. the door. Lights were turned out as I slipped my sandshoes off, and let them drop to the floor; and we all looked forward to a few hours of uninterrupted slumber. | + | |
- | The pre-dawn twilight saw everyone in a sem-consious state, and to our dismay it was raining - and rather too heavily to be a mere passing | + | |
- | shower. Mere was the Indian Summer promised by Roger earlier in the week? | + | |
- | Our compartment degenerated once again into a state of utter chaos as li-los were eletlated and goods packed up. But there was still something missing. I could only find one sandshoe. A quick search up and down the carriage didn't help any The train arrived at Kempsey and I made a final lightning dash through the different compartments, | + | |
- | Roger was at the station with his truck to greet us in true style. It was still raining, and the air at this hour of the morning being rather chilly, Roger' | + | |
- | welcomed by one and all. So into the truck we climbed and drove off to | + | |
- | the residence of one Mrs. Halliday (Aunty Mick). It was here from Aunty Mick that we got our first taste of the wonderful hospitality we received wherever we went in Kempsey. Aunty Mick had not only a cup of tea ready for us, but a large pot of stew on the stove, Which we devoured with fresh toast in quick-smart time. I also took the opportunity of warming | + | |
- | one very cold bare foot in front of the Kosi0 rhile everyone was eating stew, and drinking numerous cups of tea, Roger, looking rather perturbed, was making a number of telephone calls, which sounded from our end like the A.B.C.Is midday river heights report. Roger advised us that because of the continuing heavy rain, there was some uncertainty about our being able to go where it was originally intended. | + | |
- | As I remember it, Roger' | + | |
- | at the junction of the Chandler and Macleay Rivers, one of the largest single drops of water in Australia - 1,150 feet. In fact, of the 32 waterfalls on the east coast which have a drop of more than 208 feet, 14 are in the Macleay watershed. | + | |
- | With the rain still falling we donned our groundsheets' | + | |
- | 9 | + | |
- | incidentally, | + | |
- | Page 16, | + | |
- | the street to buy me a new sandshoe. After attending to this business we loaded the packs onto the truck, and since we also had the use of Roger' | + | |
- | So from here we proceeded out towards Dondingalong, | + | |
- | 900 acre dairy property is situated in the valley. Dondingalong, | + | |
- | is the name derived from the sound of bullock bells jangling. About 500 | + | |
- | yards from the hotestead where Roger 's mother and father live, is the cottage which Roger used to live in, and behind that is a barn. The water on the | + | |
- | ground areated a sponge-like situation, so that one had the sensation of | + | |
- | walking in three inches of water. Pitching tents was out of the question, so we set up house in the barn. That comfort it was too; warm and dry, with the rain still pelting down outside . We collected the dryest wood we could find around the place and built a fire, covering it from the rain with half a galvanised iron water tank. The rain and smoky fire made cooking for 10 rather difficult, but everyone persevered and finally lunch had been eaten | + | |
- | by all. Some of us had a bit of a sleep, appreciated after our all-night train | + | |
- | ride, while others ventured out into the weather to have a look arouhd. I awoke at about 3.30 in the afternoon to find that apparently everyone had deserted the place, except Owen, of course, who was still snoring on his li-b in the corner. I donned my parka and proceeded up to the farmhouse, where I met Roger' | + | |
- | Christine Sadler had discovered that the city life wasn't the life for her, and that she wanted to be a milk-maid. Despite the fact that, as was explained to her, milk-maids have been displaced by automation, she has | + | |
- | been pestering David ever since to buy a farm. After milking was done, | + | |
- | calves chased up and fed, and other farmyard jobs attended to (by Mr, Gowing) and observed (by us) we returned to our smouldering fire and cooked our evening meal. | + | |
- | After dinner it was back up to the house for those not too exhausted, and put came the table tennis table, scrabble board, and card. table. Simultaneously these were used, with jovial sounds, and outbursts of uproarious laughter continued well into the night. We had a look at Mr. Gowing' | + | |
- | Next morning it was still raining heavily, and we all sat down to decide what we should do. We could do a day in the rain without worrying about setting up camp anywhere. This is what we decided to do, except for Katie, | + | |
- | July, 1967, THE SYDNEY BUSIPALICER Page 17. | + | |
- | Mike, and 0wen2 who took the car and went back into Kempsey to catch the train back to Sydney. The rest of us packed our gear into one pack, and set off into the rain.jne thing was in our favour, and that was thatthe rain at this stage wa4taccompanied by any stronyNinds. The forecast was for clearing showers, 4hich meant, according to Roger, flood rains, especially if it was coming in from the northeast. The countryside is undulating with some steep wooded hills. re climbed one of these hills and onto the ridge, where we got a good view of the area, To the east we could see Smoky Cape, sighted and named by Captain Cook, and to the west and northwest the rugged and mountainous terrain where we had intoaded going, and which includes the highest mountain (5,300 ft.) Nj;77 Sol/th wales, outside the Snowy mountains. Roger wanted particularly to show us an area of tropical rain forest, consisting of dense green trees, entagled with vines, and interspersed with gigantic stinging trees. There are also those trees which, grow up around another tree, sending down roots from above the ground, and eventually killing the original tree. This was very interesting to me, since, I hadn't seen rain forest like this before, For lunch we cooked up a large pot of soup, and sipped it in the rain, talking, and joking about what an unusual weekend this was turning out to be. rhat 's more, everyone was enjoying :72G Teisquelched our Way back to the barn, and the milkers went up for the afternoon milking. Christine, incidentally, | + | |
- | After eating it was back up to the house for a repeat of the evening before, with another huge and delicious supper, invluding a freshly baked apple tart. Ken Ellis played the piano, which had somehow lost its tone over the years. As well as the scrabble and cards, we had a game of progressive table tennis. Now, anyone who has played this game can tell you how strenuous it is. Everyone lines up, half on each side of the table. One serves and moves on, so that people are moving around the table, returning the ball, and walking towards the other end of the table. You score one point for every ball missed, and once you reach 10 you drop out. As the number of people playing falls, the pace of the game gets faster and faster, until there are only two left. At this stage the players have to race at lightning speed to the other end of the table in order to collect the returning ball. Much noise accompanied this game, and at the end everyone retired to their sleeping bags thoroughly exhausted. | + | //" |
- | Monday | + | |
- | TWO hours later Roger was back for 'us, and, armed with a tin full of apple tart to eat on the train, we set off. Isolated water was everywhere along the way, including pools covering part of the road. The mud was thick, . and yellow, and slimy, and eventually we came to the spot where everyone had to get out and push, The wheels spun while we pushed, and the car crept along sliding from one side of the road to the other through the murk, until eventually we reached solid ground at the top of the hill. From here it was plain sailing except for one spot near the river where the water was more than half covering the road. | + | |
- | Eventually we met the others in Kempsey, and we proceeded back to Aunty Mick's place, where once again a magnifioent afternoon tea was turned on. Here we had hot showers, and changed into dry clothes. It was here that we spoke to Mrs. Val Melville, Tourist Promotion Officer for the area, on | + | |
- | the telephone. Mrs. Melville, who is also the Mayor' | + | |
- | much already, and may wear out our welcome, we elected to eat at one of the | + | |
- | downtown cafes. After feeding ourselves here we found, to our surprise, that the Mayoress had came down to drive us to the station. At the railway, gifts | + | |
- | of Milo and Malted milk were given to all of us, If anyone has any enquiries | + | |
- | about the district, I am quite sure that Mrs. Melville would do her best to answer them for you. (Her address is Box 89, P.O. Kempsey). It was with this friendly farewell that we boarded the train at Kempsey to arrive in Sydney next moiling at 5.309 ready to do a hard day's work. | + | |
- | To those wonderful Kempsey people9 to Mr. & Mrs. Gowing, who entertained us so tolerantly, to Mrs. Halliday, and to Mrs. MelVille, I would say thank | + | |
- | you for making this trip, which had every promise of being a miserable weekend, into a trip to be remembered, | + | |
- | STARTLING STATISTICS. Just how significant has the role played by the | + | And that's how it was when we boarded the train on Friday night, 9th. June. There were ten of us, two more than expected, but fortunately Ramon O' |
- | professional hunter been in the destruction of Australies | + | |
- | News Review, | + | Three hours out of Sydney, stimulating conversation began to wane somewhat, in spite of the acute wit and seeming unlimited talkativeness of certain individuals in our group, and the topic turned to our bedding down for the night. This brought forth various points of view, and lasted another hour into the night before anything was actually done. Frank, being the tallest, and Dave, being the largest in the other dimension, were assigned to the luggage racks. The square frame packs were placed on the floor between the two seats, and it is here that we took advantage of one of the marvels of our scientific age. I refer of course to that remarkable invention, the lilo. These were laid out across the packs to give a large flat surface to sleep on, without having a steel frame dig mercilessly-into one's back. The remaining packs were suspended from any convenient projection. Thus attached, they swung back and forth, and from side to side with every lurch of the train. Just as things were in their most confused state the ticket inspector arrived. Bodies, packs, half-inflated li-los and red-faced inflaters were everywhere. The inspector surveyed the scene, punched our tickets, and quickly moved on with barely a word. Being a restless sleeper, I took the end nearest the door. Lights were turned out as I slipped my sandshoes off, and let them drop to the floor; and we all looked forward to a few hours of uninterrupted slumber. |
- | previous year was about a million. The number of possums taken in the same period was more than five million. Authoritative statements made in 1911 showed that in the previous year two Sydney dealers alone had sold 1,298 lyrebird tails. The ruling price, it appears, was 2/6 each." | + | |
- | 111.1.1n......E., | + | The pre-dawn twilight saw everyone in a semiconscious state, and to our dismay it was raining - and rather too heavily to be a mere passing shower. Mere was the Indian Summer promised by Roger earlier in the week? |
- | hunters shot 600,000 koalas." | + | |
+ | Our compartment degenerated once again into a state of utter chaos as li-los were deflated and goods packed up. But there was still something missing. I could only find one sandshoe. A quick search up and down the carriage didn't help any. The train arrived at Kempsey and I made a final lightning dash through the different compartments, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Roger was at the station with his truck to greet us in true style. It was still raining, and the air at this hour of the morning being rather chilly. Roger' | ||
+ | |||
+ | As I remember it, Roger' | ||
+ | |||
+ | With the rain still falling we donned our groundsheets, | ||
+ | |||
+ | So from here we proceeded out towards Dondingalong, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Christine Sadler had discovered that the city life wasn't the life for her, and that she wanted to be a milk-maid. Despite the fact that, as was explained to her, milk-maids have been displaced by automation, she has been pestering David ever since to buy a farm. After milking was done, calves chased up and fed, and other farmyard jobs attended to (by Mr, Gowing) and observed (by us) we returned to our smouldering fire and cooked our evening meal. | ||
+ | |||
+ | After dinner it was back up to the house for those not too exhausted, and out came the table tennis table, scrabble board, and card table. Simultaneously these were used, with jovial sounds, and outbursts of uproarious laughter continued well into the night. We had a look at Mr. Gowing' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Next morning it was still raining heavily, and we all sat down to decide what we should do. We could do a day in the rain without worrying about setting up camp anywhere. This is what we decided to do, except for Katie, Mike, and Owen who took the car and went back into Kempsey to catch the train back to Sydney. The rest of us packed our gear into one pack, and set off into the rain. One thing was in our favour, and that was that the rain at this stage was not accompanied by any strong winds. The forecast was for clearing showers, which meant, according to Roger, flood rains, especially if it was coming in from the northeast. The countryside is undulating with some steep wooded hills. We climbed one of these hills and onto the ridge, where we got a good view of the area. To the east we could see Smoky Cape, sighted and named by Captain Cook, and to the west and northwest the rugged and mountainous terrain where we had intended going, and which includes the highest mountain (5,300 ft.) New South Wales - outside the Snowy mountains. Roger wanted particularly to show us an area of tropical rain forest, consisting of dense green trees, entangled with vines, and interspersed with gigantic stinging trees. There are also those trees which, grow up around another tree, sending down roots from above the ground, and eventually killing the original tree. This was very interesting to me, since, I hadn't seen rain forest like this before. For lunch we cooked up a large pot of soup, and sipped it in the rain, talking, and joking about what an unusual weekend this was turning out to be. What's more, everyone was enjoying it. We squelched our way back to the barn, and the milkers went up for the afternoon milking. Christine, incidentally, | ||
+ | |||
+ | After eating it was back up to the house for a repeat of the evening before, with another huge and delicious supper, including a freshly baked apple tart. Ken Ellis played the piano, which had somehow lost its tone over the years. As well as the scrabble and cards, we had a game of progressive table tennis. Now, anyone who has played this game can tell you how strenuous it is. Everyone lines up, half on each side of the table. One serves and moves on, so that people are moving around the table, returning the ball, and walking towards the other end of the table. You score one point for every ball missed, and once you reach 10 you drop out. As the number of people playing falls, the pace of the game gets faster and faster, until there are only two left. At this stage the players have to race at lightning speed to the other end of the table in order to collect the returning ball. Much noise accompanied this game, and at the end everyone retired to their sleeping bags thoroughly exhausted. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Monday morning came and it was just too wet for cooking outdoors, so we used the stove in Roger' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Two hours later Roger was back for us, and, armed with a tin full of apple tart to eat on the train, we set off. Isolated water was everywhere along the way, including pools covering part of the road. The mud was thick, and yellow, and slimy, and eventually we came to the spot where everyone had to get out and push. The wheels spun while we pushed, and the car crept along sliding from one side of the road to the other through the murk, until eventually we reached solid ground at the top of the hill. From here it was plain sailing except for one spot near the river where the water was more than half covering the road. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Eventually we met the others in Kempsey, and we proceeded back to Aunty Mick's place, where once again a magnificent afternoon tea was turned on. Here we had hot showers, and changed into dry clothes. It was here that we spoke to Mrs. Val Melville, Tourist Promotion Officer for the area, on the telephone. Mrs. Melville, who is also the Mayor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | To those wonderful Kempsey people, to Mr. & Mrs. Gowing, who entertained us so tolerantly, to Mrs. Halliday, and to Mrs. Melville, I would say thank you for making this trip, which had every promise of being a miserable weekend, into a trip to be remembered. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | **__STARTLING STATISTICS__** | ||
+ | Just how significant has the role played by the professional hunter been in the destruction of Australia’s | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__ News Review__** | ||
+ | May 14, 1965. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__ The Daily Telegraph __** | ||
+ | June 18, 1967. "In 1908, 60,000 koalas were hunted and killed, and their skins passed through the Sydney market. In 1924, the number had risen to a staggering 2 million from the Eastern States. In 1927, Queensland declared an open one-month | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== Handy Hints ====== | ||
+ | A number of Bushwalkers have made it known to me that they would appreciate, a space in the magazine where ideas and hint's could be given an airing, and thus, benefit everyone. The idea is to pass on information about new gear, special recipes, for light-weight food, hints on caring for gear, such as water-proofing tents, and any other ideas which might help to " | ||
+ | |||
+ | __TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD.__ | ||
+ | Is yours a pack laden with heavy tinned food? Is yours the heavy load? Perhaps you may prefer to endure those million little gremlins pulling on your pack for the sake of easy comfort at the other end. For those of us who wish to lighten the load there are surely many who can offer suggestions and advice; hints they have picked up along the way or just some idea of their own; a favourite recipe or simply any suggestion to make the going easier. | ||
- | July, 1967. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 19. | ||
- | A i\J | ||
- | A number of Bushwalkers have made it known to me that they would appreciate, a space in the magazine where ideas and hint's could be given | ||
- | an airing, and thus, | ||
- | for gear, such as water-proofing tents, and any other ideas which might | ||
- | help to " | ||
- | from you. Ed. | ||
- | TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD. | ||
- | Is yours a pack laden with heavy tinned food? Is yours the heavy load? Perhaps you may prefer to endure those million little gremlins | ||
- | pulling on your pack for the sake of easy comfort at the other end. For those of us who wish to lighten the load there are surely many who can | ||
- | offer suggestions and advice; hints they have picked up along the' way or | ||
- | just some idea of their own; a favourite recipe or simply any suggestion to make the going easier. | ||
Here is a simple recipe for rice pudding: | Here is a simple recipe for rice pudding: | ||
- | Into a plastic bag put, for two people, cup rice, 1 heaped | + | Into a plastic bag put, for two people, |
- | tablespoon sugar, 1 tablespoon coconut, 1 tablespoon raisins, prunes | + | |
- | or any dried fruit, and a pinch of salt. Then preparing simply put' | + | Condensed milk, added to rice that has been cooked |
- | over fire for fr an hour, stirring occasionally. | + | For breakfast, sausage mince patties rolled in corn flake crumbs, flattened and wrapped in Alfoil, packs easily, and cooks in coals at the edge of the fire. |
- | - | + | |
- | Condensed milk, added to rice that has been cobked | + | |
- | raisins, is simple and quite tasty also. | + | |
- | For breakfast, sausage mince patties rolled in corn flake crumbs, | + | |
- | flattened and wrapped in Alfoil, packs easily, and cooks in'coals at the edge of the fire. | + | |
Girls, a simple freshener for those hot walks - a couple of cotton balls soaked in skin freshener, and carried in a small aluminium container or plastic bag. | Girls, a simple freshener for those hot walks - a couple of cotton balls soaked in skin freshener, and carried in a small aluminium container or plastic bag. | ||
- | NEW EQUIPMENT. A member of the Sydney University tushwalking ClUb, Miss | ||
- | K. Webb, recently tested a new ultra-light outdoor activity blanket in New Zealand. The material is waterproof aluminised plastic, reinforced | ||
- | with fibreglass strands. It reflects 80% of the wearer,' | ||
+ | __NEW EQUIPMENT__ | ||
+ | A member of the Sydney University Bushwalking Club, Miss K. Webb, recently tested a new ultra-light outdoor activity blanket in New Zealand. The material is waterproof aluminised plastic, reinforced with fibreglass strands. It reflects 80% of the wearer' | ||
- | Claire Kinsella' | + | ---- |
- | educational evening, due mainly to the intelligent and unbiassed way in which the subject was presented. We hear many conflicting reports on life behind the Bamboo Curtain, usually loaded with propaganda for one side or the other, but Claire' | + | ====== Socially Speaking ====== |
- | The other social evening in June was the Museum Night. This was somewhat of an experiment, which worked. | + | With Owen Marks |
- | eived feature of the evening was the excellent film on the "Birth of the Red. Kangaroo" | + | |
- | COMING | + | Claire Kinsella' |
- | 19th. July: "The Upper Cbimbu | + | |
- | slides presented by Margaret Vazey. | + | The other social evening in June was the Museum Night. This was somewhat of an experiment, which worked. |
- | 26th. Julys "Club Debate" | + | |
- | teams of three persons each and each speaker will be given three minutes in which to air his or her views on the particular | + | **__COMING |
- | 1. That small cooking fires are preferable to large communal cooking fires, | + | **__19th. July__** |
- | 2. That Hframe | + | "The Upper Chimbu |
+ | |||
+ | **__26th. July__** | ||
+ | "Club Debate" | ||
+ | |||
+ | 1. That small cooking fires are preferable to large communal cooking fires. | ||
+ | 2. That H-frame | ||
3. That Instructional Walks are not necessary. | 3. That Instructional Walks are not necessary. | ||
- | These are the topics expressed generally. The exact wording will | ||
- | be advised later on, but anyone interested in participating should start | ||
- | thinking about which side to take. If you have any enquiries about the debating, or would like your name added to the list of debaters, ring me at 30-1827. | ||
- | July, 1967 THE SYDNEY BUSH7ALKER Page 21. | ||
- | ADVICE FOR THE LOVELORN AND 7AE:=J1T; TI7BITS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL | ||
- | i 7ISDOM | ||
- | Aunty Muriel received three letters from worried souls during | + | These are the topics expressed generally. The exact wording will be advised later on, but anyone interested in participating |
- | problems reqUire a lot of thought so that a just solution can be found. So we hope you can struggle along until next 3:9.onth without too much | + | |
- | heartache. In the meantime anyhow Aunty Muriel offers some interim | + | |
- | advice. To Unhappy of Kempsey, don't let your de facto know about things just for the moment, and keep out of the way of Daisy and Mabel. | + | |
- | And if your wife starts asking questions, play it smart by acting dumb. To Innocent Irma, if you entertain | + | |
- | there is a very simple solution to your problem, which Aunty Muriel will disclose | + | |
- | go gogo dancing together. | + | |
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== Aunty Muriel ====== | ||
+ | **ADVICE FOR THE LOVELORN AND FASCINATING TITBITS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL WISDOM** | ||
- | A POTTED HISTORY OF THE NORTH ERA TRUST FUND | + | Aunty Muriel received three letters from worried souls during the month, but after consultation with the Editor, it was decided that the letters should not be published until next month. Aunty Muriel feels that serious problems require a lot of thought so that a just solution can be found. So we hope you can struggle along until next month without too much heartache. In the meantime, anyhow Aunty Muriel offers some interim advice. |
- | A precis of an article which appeared in "The Sydney Bushwalker, | + | To Unhappy R_ _ _ of Kempsey, don't let your de facto know about things just for the moment, and keep out of the way of Daisy and Mabel. And if your wife starts asking questions, play it smart by acting dumb. |
- | July, 1947) | + | To Innocent Irma, if you entertain any of Ron's friends during |
- | From the earliest days of the S.B.7. members have camped at Era. About 1937 the possibility | + | To Worried Fanny, there is a very simple solution |
- | the purchase was obtained. The land was later resumed, and now forms part of Royal Nationa Park. | + | |
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== A POTTED HISTORY OF THE NORTH ERA TRUST FUND ====== | ||
+ | A precis of an article which appeared in The Sydney Bushwalker, July, 1947 | ||
+ | From the earliest days of the S.B.W. members have camped at Era. About 1937 the possibility of buying Lot 7, North Era was mooted, and a rough survey was made of the boundaries. Early in 1943 it became known that Byrnes' | ||
- | CHANGE | + | ---- |
- | David Ingram' | + | ====== The Back Page ====== |
- | going via Bobbin Head and. Mt. Kuringai, | + | **__STONY RANGE WILDFLOWER RESERVE, DEE WHY__** |
- | but instead will go Clatswood | + | Saturday, September 9th has been set aside for Sydney Bushwalkers to take a picnic lunch to the above reserve. It is hoped that many will attend, as they have done in the last two Springs, and make this event a minor reunion. Anyone interested could contact Kath McKay 78-7455. |
- | to Terry Hills Ryland trig. Cowan Creek The Sphinx | + | |
- | STONY RANGE IFILDFLO" | + | **__CHANGE |
- | DEE WHY. | + | David Ingram' |
- | Saturday, September 9th. has been set aside for Sydney Bush walkers to take a picnic lunch to the above reserve. It is hoped that | + | |
- | many will attend, as they have done in the last two Springs, and make this event a minor reunion. Anyone interested could contact Kath McKay 78-7455. | + | **__LOST__** |
- | . LOST | + | No, not 36 chooks in Pitt Street by University student, but one jigsaw puzzle by Owen Marks. Loaned to someone, but can't remember who. Has great sentimental value to owner. |
- | No, not 36 chooks in Pitt Street by University student, but one jigsaw puzzle by Owen Marks. Loaned to someone, but can't remember who. Has great sentimental | + | |
- | SCHOOL | + | **__SCHOOL |
Could those persons who indicated to Katie Stoddart that they would be joining the theatre party to see " | Could those persons who indicated to Katie Stoddart that they would be joining the theatre party to see " | ||
- | START THINKING NOw (please) THANKS | ||
- | It is almost certain that there To the contributors : | ||
- | will be a special 40th. Anniversary | ||
- | THIS issue of the magazine in October, | ||
- | consisting of 40 pages (one for each year if the budget can stand it). It takes a lot of copy to fill forty | ||
- | pages, so could you put on the thinking cap and you may come up with | ||
- | something. You need not necdasarily have to write, but ideas are always welcome, Do you have any old newspaper clippings which may have some relevance to the history of the Club? This is the sort of thing that is teeded. An old Talks programme, or a clipping | ||
- | can have a lot to say. Please forward any ideas to the editor, whose address appears on the front page of this Magazine. | ||
- | MONTH, Jim Brown Don Finch Owen Marks | ||
- | Dot Butler Kath McKay David Ingram Ivy Painter | ||
- | Neville Page Observer. | ||
- | NEXT MONTH, Aunty Muriel ):14/S: YOU, maybe? | ||
- | IS IT REALLY TRUE? As promised, | ||
- | we have the answer | ||
- | for you, but you will have to read next month' | ||
- | because there is no room left on | ||
- | this page to tell you. P.S. It wasn'T | ||
- | Muriel' | ||
- | PRESS: SPECIAL | + | **__START THINKING NOW (please)__** |
+ | It is almost certain that there will be a special 40th Anniversary issue of the magazine in October, consisting of 40 pages (one for each year - if the budget can stand it). It takes a lot of copy to fill forty pages, so could you put on the thinking cap and you may come up with something. You need not necessarily have to write, but ideas are always welcome. Do you have any old newspaper clippings which may have some relevance to the history of the Club? This is the sort of thing that is needed. An old Walks programme, or a clipping can have a lot to say. Please forward any ideas to the editor, whose address appears on the front page of this Magazine. | ||
+ | |||
+ | **THANKS…**, | ||
+ | To the contributors : | ||
+ | THIS MONTH: | ||
+ | - Jim Brown | ||
+ | - Don Finch | ||
+ | - Owen Marks | ||
+ | - Dot Butler | ||
+ | - Kath McKay | ||
+ | - David Ingram | ||
+ | - Ivy Painter | ||
+ | - Neville Page | ||
+ | - Observer | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__NEXT MONTH__** | ||
+ | Aunty Muriel | ||
+ | Plus, YOU, maybe? | ||
+ | |||
+ | **__IS IT REALLY TRUE?__** | ||
+ | As promised, we have the answer for you, but you will have to read next month' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | **PRESS: SPECIAL | ||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | **CONGRATULATIONS** | ||
+ | TO HEATHER JOYCE AND JOHN WHITE ON THEIR RECENT MARRIAGE | ||
- | The news has just been received. that Heather (nee Joyce) and. John White were married last Saturday, | + | The news has just been received that Heather (nee Joyce) and. John White were married last Saturday, |
+ | ---- | ||
+ | ====== Back Page No. 2====== | ||
+ | **__CHANGE OF DATE__** | ||
+ | Katie Stoddart wishes to advise that her Newnes trip, shown on the Walks Programme for 28th, 29th, 30th, July, has been postponed until 11th, 12th, 13th, August. The trip will include an inspection of the disused railway tunnel which houses the famous Newnes Glowworms. Ample time will also be allowed for exploration of the old mines and shale Oil works. | ||
- | MARGE OF DATE. Katie Stoddart wishes to advise that her Newnes trip, shown | + | **__LAST MINUTE NEWS__** |
- | . on the Walks Programme for nth., 29th.', | + | The Editor would like it to be known that in future, any last minute news items should be submitted at least one week before the publication date. Otherwise the shock next time may be too great for him. |
- | LAST MINUTE NE7S. The Editor would like it to be known that in future, any last minute news items should be submitted at least one | + | |
- | week before the publication date. Otherwise the shock next time may be too | + | |
- | great for him. | + | |
- | A NEW RECORD. S.B.117. has had numerous marriageS of members, but the latest | + | |
- | 7hite/joyce marriage creates a new record in that this is the first time one PastPresident | + | **__A NEW RECORD__** |
+ | S.B.W. has had numerous marriages of members, but the latest White/Joyce marriage creates a new record in that this is the first time one Past President | ||
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