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 By David Russell
-The walk began on an optimistic note as we attempted to park the cars in a dead end track. It also began on this note as it was simply a rotten day, with rain and blood chilling cold; adding' to this it was already 11 o'clock, as we forgot to put the alarm on	But anyway in our leader's eyes it. was going to be a 40 miler and that was that. . As soon as we got out of the cars it seemed we couldn't recollect where exactly we were and the only indication was a small insignificant track w iich led off into fog, mist and thicket.
+The walk began on an optimistic note as we attempted to park the cars in a dead end track. It also began on this note as it was simply a rotten day, with rain and blood chilling cold; adding to this it was already 11 o'clock, as we forgot to put the alarm on. But anyway, in our leader's eyes it was going to be a 40 miler and that was that. As soon as we got out of the cars it seemed we couldn't recollect where exactly we were and the only indication was a small insignificant track which led off into fog, mist and thicket.
-Well, anyway, the walk began on this track and thickness of scrub and mist were ever increasing until visibility was down to a few yards, By this time the scrub had turned into a 10 foot jungle. As the scrub bash increased so also did the cold, wet and numbess, with the occasional sting from the bushes. Every now and then one was halted when their packs cau.- ght in the limbs of the scrub. Our fearless leader's optimism was still undying, and she had 'every hope of getting us there and back again alive.
+Well, anyway, the walk began on this track and thickness of scrub and mist were ever increasing until visibility was down to a few yards. By this time the scrub had turned into a 10 foot jungle. As the scrub bash increased so also did the cold, wet and numbess, with the occasional sting from the bushes. Every now and then one was halted when their packs caught in the limbs of the scrub. Our fearless leader's optimism was still undying, and she had every hope of getting us there and back again alive.
-Wallara West we were heading for and Wallara West w.	but only after walking blindly down a gully which ended up in a cliff face, which the whole party nearly walked over. From there we plodded up into a thickly wooded area but at this stage we were missing one member, and the most resourceful too; who other than Rosso? A.ft'er about ten minutes ye134ng and no re sponse, we no nclu ded that he was doomed. Seeing this was a matter of grave importance we resorted to the only means of overco,ning such worry, by masticating "Minties" generously supplied by our new prospective.
+Wallara West we were heading for and Wallara West West we made	but only after walking blindly down a gully which ended up in a cliff face, which the whole party nearly walked over. From there we plodded up into a thickly wooded area but at this stage we were missing one member, and the most resourceful too; who other than Rosso? After about ten minutes yelling and no response, we concluded that he was doomed. Seeing this was a matter of grave importance we resorted to the only means of overcoming such worry, by masticating "Minties" generously supplied by our new prospective.
-A gallant man, with hole s in his pants - Roger Gowing shot over the hillside to find Ross. . Minutes later Roger could be heard bellowing from the top of the plateau, so we decided to investigate and, sure enough, Ross could be seen about mile away near a cliff face. By the time he got back up on top of the plateau, it began to pour, and being the only one without a. parka, all the clothes I had on and which were the only clothes I .had brought, were thoroughly soaked, and by now my veins were blue 14ith -Cold.
+A gallant man, with holes in his pants - Roger Gowing - shot over the hillside to find Ross. Minutes later Roger could be heard bellowing from the top of the plateau, so we decided to investigate and, sure enough, Ross could be seen about a mile away near a cliff face. By the time he got back up on top of the plateau, it began to pour, and being the only one without a parka, all the clothes I had on and which were the only clothes I had brought, were thoroughly soaked, and by now my veins were blue with cold.
-Thanks to Ross we found a way off the plateau and down on to Wallara Ridge. We started walking o_ace again and thus completed a full 3600 from the moment we walked down into the gully.
+Thanks to Ross we found a way off the plateau and down on to Wallara Ridge. We started walking once again and thus completed a full 360 degrees from the moment we walked down into the gully.
-After of a mile plod we found a dry cave. So with two miles of a 40 mile walk completed we decided to have lunch	As the minutes of stay and lunch ing grew, so too did the affection of the members for the warm, dry cave, but as a born leader Margaret broke these mutineers' hopes of staying the weekend and continually said "39 to go".
+After of a mile plod we found a dry cave. So with two miles of a 40 mile walk completed we decided to have lunch.	As the minutes of stay and lunching grew, so too did the affection of the members for the warm, dry cave, but as a born leader Margaret broke these mutineers' hopes of staying the weekend and continually said "39 to go".
-From there down the ridge it was a gradual descent, then one reaches Barallier's Cwn, which sticks out like a sore thumb, ' If mist didn't persist one would get a spectacular view from the top. Ascending this seemed quite simple, but on the descent, on one particular face, a boulder hung loosely and when one climbed under it, all that could be done was to hope the thing wouldn't hit you on the head. But finally it gave way and nearly clairind Roger its victim. Then onwards down to Christy's Creek was a fair drop, everyone running most of the way, until one point about 70 and covered with loose top soil. Here one can throw themselves over onto the slope and slide most of the way down to the Creek. After cooling our feet in the chilly waters, we shoved on to camp. Only one swim had to be made which wasn't as cold as we thought it would be.
+From there down the ridge it was a gradual descent, then one reaches Barallier's Crown, which sticks out like a sore thumb, If mist didn't persist one would get a spectacular view from the top. Ascending this seemed quite simple, but on the descent, on one particular face, a boulder hung loosely and when one climbed under it, all that could be done was to hope the thing wouldn't hit you on the head. But finally it gave way and nearly claimed Roger its victim. Then onwards down to Christys Creek was a fair drop, everyone running most of the way, until one point about 70degrees and covered with loose top soil. Here one can throw themselves over onto the slope and slide most of the way down to the Creek. After cooling our feet in the chilly waters, we shoved on to camp. Only one swim had to be made which wasn't as cold as we thought it would be.
-At camp the only thing hard to do was to get the fire going, and only those with aloha. breath would have any glimrsr of hope, but apparently we had a few, so the thing started, With a bit of fireside chatter and the ,ever pre sent gap in. the stomach filled, we went to bed, where the ingenious Roger had set out his tent between some bushes.
+At camp the only thing hard to do was to get the fire going, and only those with alcho. breath would have any glimmer of hope, but apparently we had a few, so the thing started. With a bit of fireside chatter and the ever present gap in the stomach filled, we went to bed, where the ingenious Roger had set out his tent between some bushes.
-At least for one it was a night to remember, as with still damp clothes and a cheap sleeping bag, it kept me on the, deep freeze the whole night long.
+At least for one it was a night to remember, as with still damp clothes and a cheap sleeping bag, it kept me on the deep freeze the whole night long.
-When the morning broke things were more cheerful, as most of the, cloud had disappeared; but as on most cold morni,ngs mr%ily people find it somewhat hard to' get out of a snug poSition in bed, this delayed things more. By the time we had fulfilled our obligation to our .stomachs, i,iargaret persisted in saying "30 miles to go", which by ncw seemed far from realism.
+When the morning broke things were more cheerful, as most of the cloud had disappeared; but as on most cold mornings many people find it somewhat hard to get out of a snug position in bed, this delayed things more. By the time we had fulfilled our obligation to our stomachs, Margaret persisted in saying "30 miles to go", which by now seemed far from realism.
-From there, we toddled down to the KoWmung, where I saw a brown.kangaroo. At one stage of this leisurely stroll we didn't exactly know where we were, sp Ross .decided to Consult the map; he gave everyone a chance to . decipher his position but eventually he pulled everyone out of their ignorance and then mcvedon, till instinct told us that it was "time for a 'Kit Katt. This time the urge became slightly out of hand, as two of -the, most pro minent members savaged each other in a blood-producing wrestle over a can of fruit. The vilLian was defeated an d' the oWner -retucne d victorious, only to see that all his worldly possessions had been mangled and thrown into the river as the battle raged.
+From there, we toddled down to the KoWmung, where I saw a brown kangaroo. At one stage of this leisurely stroll we didn't exactly know where we were, so Ross decided to consult the map; he gave everyone a chance to decipher his position but eventually he pulled everyone out of their ignorance and then moved on, till instinct told us that it was "time for a Kit Kat' ". This time the urge became slightly out of hand, as two of the most prominent members savaged each other in a blood-producing wrestle over a can of fruit. The villian was defeated an d' the oWner returned victorious, only to see that all his worldly possessions had been mangled and thrown into the river as the battle raged.
-From there we shot across the river and up Root's Ridge, until the Gingra track was reached. Exhausted, we pushed on another three miles along Kanangra Road to the cars, packed and headed for the 1.143t Cafe at. Katoomba for some grub._ Here Roger, in an attempt to keep himself warm, wrapped his sleeping bag round himse if, but this plea sire didn It last long, as a Search and Rescue bod came in, asking for volunteers to pull- a fellow -nit of a creak near Root 1s Ridge, (*Ids, incidentally, was the creek we intended to come up after lunch) where he had fallen 30 feet. Roger was our only volunteer, as most of us weren't looking forward to a cold, wet, .windy trip back to Gingra Trail.
+From there we shot across the river and up Roots Ridge, until the Gingra track was reached. Exhausted, we pushed on another three miles along Kanangra Road to the cars, packed and headed for the 'AB' Cafe at Katoomba for some grub. Here Roger, in an attempt to keep himself warm, wrapped his sleeping bag round himself but this pleasure didn't last long, as a Search and Rescue bod came in, asking for volunteers to pull- a fellow out of a creek near Roots Ridge, (this incidentally, was the creek we intended to come up after lunch) where he had fallen 30 feet. Roger was our only volunteer, as most of us weren't looking forward to a cold, wet and windy trip back to Gingra Trail.
 Thus exit one Club walk.  This walk turned out to be half the proposed distance.
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 Antarctic Adventure	V. Fudas
 Kon-Tiki	Thor Heyerdahl
-High Adventure	E. tiillary
+High Adventure	E. Hillary
 We Come From the Sea	Hans Hass
 Tibet Adventure	Andre Guibaut
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 **BEACH TO BE RUINED**
-The Editor recently received a letter from "Mouldy" Harrison about the fate of Caves Beach, which is 20 miles south of Newcastle and has been a stamping ground far buthwalkers for many years.
+The Editor recently received a letter from "Mouldy" Harrison about the fate of Caves Beach, which is 20 miles south of Newcastle and has been a stamping ground far bushwalkers for many years.
 It has been announced that Mawson Pacific Ltd, will build an artificial harbour at the beach for loading 50,000 ton bulk coal ships. Along with the 3000 ft. breakwater and conveyor belt loading equipment, a complete town will be built for 20,000 people, with hotel-motel and a golf course.
-"Mou144y" comments - "So are the old Walkers' haunts bespoiled by Commerce:"
+"Mouldy" comments - "So are the old Walkers' haunts bespoiled by Commerce!"
 =====The Australian-Andean Expedition 1969=====