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-C ONTENTS
+======The Sydney Bushwalker======
-BUSHWALKING IN THE BUDATTAYrS	Losalind & John Blanche	2
-NE NIGHT IN AFRICA - Prank Pigby	4
+===March 1969.===
-PADDY'S AD.	6
-THE FEBEUARY 1:EETINGS - Jim Brown	7
+=====Contents.=====
-THE KOWHUNG - 1.farion Lloyd	9
-MOUNTAIN EQUIPYENT AD.	12
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-TEE IRON Ur:STEAD - Pat Harrison	11
+|Bushwalking In The Budawangs|Rosalind & John Blanche| 2|
-XPLORATION OF THE UP= 7OLLANGArBIE - Lynne ITyborn	14
+|One Night In Africa|Frank Rigby| 4|
-AP.ETHUSA CANY017 - Marion Llo.T7.	16
+|The February Meetings|Jim Brown| 7|
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Tralkers, Northcote Buildings, Reiby Place, Circular Quay, Sydney.
+|The Kowmung|Marion Lloyd| 9|
-Postal Address: G.P.O. Box 4476, Sydney.
+|The Iron Bedstead|Pat Harrison|11|
-EDITOR: Ross Vlyborn, 1173 Harris Street, Harris Park 2150 nSINESS MANAGER: Bill Burke.
+|Exploration Of The Upper Wollangambie|Lynne Wyborn|14|
-TYPIST:	Heather dilliams, 2 Sussex St. Epping. SALES AND SUPS: Ramon -O'Brien.
+|Arethusa Canyon|Marion Lloyd|16|
-The Sydney 3ne-7aner	Larch 1969
-,ULTAL:I17,12. IN 7.-E ET.J.CANGS
+=====Advertisements.=====
+| |Page|
+|Paddy's Ad.| 6|
+|Mountain Equipment|12|
+A monthly bulletin,of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Northcote Buildings, Reiby Place, Circular Quay, Sydney. Postal Address: Box 4476, G.P.O., Sydney.
+|**Editor**|Ross Wyborn, 1/73 Harris Street, Harris Park, 2150|
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke|
+|**Typist**|Heather Williams, 2 Sussex Street, Epping|
+|**Sales and Subs**|Ramon U'Brien|
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+=====Bushwalking In The Budawangs.=====
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--'osal-i_n(1 and John :lanche
-Lt about ra:2.6nig..at on Fric2ay, 7 7abruary, a tart y of nine settleci down for t7,e. nigi-t near Sassafras on the 'io-.1.r-Frairlood road, sore .n the old ho-ece at the turn-'off e,lid the others, who Tiers not keen on tTe poseibility of rats and fle,z,e, at the clearirg on the western side of Tiatelara Cree, a.out foru miles back dawn the road. Present were Pat Eartf.son, the leenr, Sandra and Phil rutt, Yvonne Kingston, Joan ..igby,'Eay 7oo7eny, Owen 3. .anley, and 7.osa1ind and _John.Elanche.
-After breakfast, on Saturday we net at the hut, then drove the seven =lies along the si.ie road, left the cars, and set off at ri.30 in'fairly thick fog -ehioh -,tevented us from seeing much of the countryside. After about 3/4 mile .7e, turned south off the road LID a low hill. following the rarie:ed track to 70117 Point.
-There was Quite a variety of wild flowero by the track, including ChAstmas el1c alent:-. In addition, the water droplets from the .fog turned many sreiderwebe into zlieteninz lace.
-An hour's walkina broueot us to the Tatc'ell Lookout where we stopped for a short time but had no view because of the fog. Off again, to-wards Folly Point and the lookout where we were hortna for views of the Clyde Fiver 7/alley andte Folland Corge. THe country consisted mainly of arassy, undulatin7 rlateau with a cover of scrub and occasional larg.,2. tress.
-Alas, when we reached Yolly Point, the fog, which was to remain at the HigLer altitudes for most of the weekend, was as thick as ever so, after signing th C.M.TJT. visitors book we
-the spnos in the rock which marked -C e commencement of Watson 's Pass. A scramble over awl around large, moss-covered 1,oulders, with cliffs gradually towerincz above us, brought us to the toe., of the steen sloe vhicb meets tlee cliff line. TAzch of this slope, includirc the track markers, 7.i_ac-1 been receatly burnt out and as a result we lost eaa tree: for a T4hile, swinginq_ too far to the south, qe eventually nicked ur the tracl: at the second line of cliffs and scraubled down to an unnamed eree. cluttered with trees and boulders, where we Etcad for lunch. 7:ere we noticed a large, flat-toTled toadstool about nine inches acrose, and e few giant black anti 771-lite flies over an inch Yon,
-After lunch, the creek was crossed and the marked track followed ut,, the F.,,lope on the other side, where it took an easy course through open forest about 100 feet e;ove the creekbed, avoiding the rough going below. Tleree-quarters of a mile further on the track etrom-)ed off tHe_eslore to meet Campine; Rock Creek, which was followed to its
-..marea. of,a,	Tha Sydney. Bushwalker	3
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+===Meandering In The Mist.===
-junction wita,toliand Creek. T,41('?. followe&Violland Creel: upstream
-for about 11/2 igiles;.alternately.rockhopping and wading through the pOols, sometimes up toeFaistdeep, or bypassing these by bashing through th'e 'Clic!: scrub on. the banks, a much more strenuous procedure. -After slipping on Tat rocks and landing twice in the water, 1.ay gave T.17 trying to keep dry - he said the water was beautiful, but wisbed it, had happened earlier in the dayl
+Rosalind and John Blanche.
-ruring the afternoon the fog lifted and we could see the tops of the corges from which we had made our 2000 feet descent: all the countryside was very pleaaaret even though much oft had been burnt out in the last few months. A good deal of track remarking has been carried out in the v.z.le of the fires.
-A little after 5 o'cloc7a, about halfway round a distinct S-bend, we came to a relatively clear flat area in a myrtle forest on the high. bank. It was an ideal camsite and it was decided to stop for the night. Light rain began to fall at about 11 D.M. and it started to rain steadily at about I a.m. This rain continued for the rest of the weekend.
+At about midnight on Friday, 7 February, a party of nine settled down for the night near Sassafras on the Nowra-Braidwood road, some in the old house at the turn-off and the others, who were not keen on the possibility of rats and fleas, at the clearirg on the western side of Tianjara Creek, about four miles back down the road. Present were Pat Harrison, the leader, Sandra and Phil Butt, Yvonne Kingston, Joan Rigby, Ray Hookway, Owen Manley, and Rosalind and John Blanche.
-On Sunday after an early breakfast we set off at 7.3C, reaching the junction of Holland. Creek and Angl Greek in 5-10 minutes. Then began the long haul up a sta.= ridge running initially west then south-west which finally brought us up to the cliff line below 1:t. Tarn. Fire had cleared much of the scrub and this made the going eaSier. Llthough it was sad to see so much burnt bush, there was Star!: beauty in the bare trunks on the roerx slope, with the misty rain and the backdrop of Tot green hills.
-We boiled the billy in the camping cave below l!t. Tarn. Then came a short acrulebash around the southern side of the mountain (abOut %. mile) and the climb onto the top through an easy pass.
+After breakfast on Saturday we met at the hut, then drove the seven miles along the side road, left the cars, and set off at 8.30 in fairly thick fog which prevented us from seeing much of the countryside. After about 3/4 mile we turned south off the road up a low hill, following the marked track to Folly Point.
-We crossed to the other side and opent over half an hour searching in the fog for the cairn which locates the saddle leading to Lit. Houghton.
-Lunchtime was spent drying cloths and thawing out round a fire in the Fusikar's Cave, a short distance around from the saddle.
+There was quite a variety of wild flowers by the track, including Christmas Bell's a'plenty. In addition, the water droplets from the fog turned many spiderwebs into glistening lace.
-A heated discussion ou race rrejudice added to the warmth from the fire. .ter lunch wc had an easy walk along to the northwest tin of it ouphton, then down to thn valley below.,	set off througa,the mist for Styles Creek, then un the marked track to the
-north ief. the creak for a straih.htforwaa-d. walk hack to the Sassafras
+An hour's walking brought us to the Mitchell Lookout where we stopped for a short time but had no view because of the fog. Off again, towards Folly Point and the lookout where we were hoping for views of the Clyde River Valley and the Holland Gorge. The country consisted mainly of grassy, undulating plateau with a cover of scrub and occasional large trees.
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-road and tTae cars.
+Alas, when we reached Yolly Point, the fog, which was to remain at the higher altitudes for most of the weekend, was as thick as ever so, after signing th C.M.W. visitors' book we climbed down the spikes in the rock which marked the commencement of Watson's Pass. A scramble over and around large, moss-covered boulders, with cliffs gradually towering above us, brought us to the top of the steen slope which meets the cliff line. Much of this slope, including the track markers, had been recently burnt out and as a result we lost the track for a while, swinging too far to the south. We eventually picked up the track at the second line of cliffs and scrambled down to an unnamed creek, cluttered with trees and boulders, where we stopped for lunch. Here we noticed a large, flat-topped toadstool about nine inches across, and a few giant black and white flies over an inch long.
-The last section of this tra apparently for timer gettiri.s.being. cleared-by bulldozers
-	The Sydney Bushwalk.er,
+After lunch, the creek was crossed and the marked track followed up the slope on the other side, where it took an easy course through open forest about 100 feet above the creekbed, avoiding the rough going below. Three-quarters of a mile further on the track dropped off the slope to meet Camping Rock Creek, which was followed to its junction with Holland Creek. We followed Holland Creek upstream for about 1 1/2 miles, alternately rockhopping and wading through the pools, sometimes up to waist deep, or bypassing these by bashing through the thick scrub on the banks, a much more strenuous procedure. After slipping on wet rocks and landing twice in the water, Ray gave up trying to keep dry - he said the water was beautiful, but wisbed it had happened earlier in the day!
-flarch 1969
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+Druring the afternoon the fog lifted and we could see the tops of the gorges from which we had made our 2000 feet descent; all the countryside was very pleaaaret even though much of it had been burnt out in the last few months. A good deal of track remarking has been carried out in the wake of the fires.
-A little excitement was had on the muddy road on the way to Sassafras when all the cars lost traction on the steeper hills and had to be pushed cyer the top. As some bright spark rentioned - "Horsepower plus eight manpower finally svaed the day'	A welcome hot meal was had in rowra before we left for the long .drive home.
-V.14
+A little after 5 o'clock, about halfway round a distinct S-bend, we came to a relatively clear flat area in a myrtle forest on the high bank. It was an ideal camsite and it was decided to stop for the night. Light rain began to fall at about 11 p.m. and it started to rain steadily at about 1 a.m. This rain continued for the rest of the weekend.
-ONE HIG7T IN Aramp
-:Trani-, Rigby
+On Sunday after an early breakfast we set off at 7.30, reaching the junction of Holland Creek and Angel Creek in 5-10 minutes. Then began the long haul up a steep ridge running initially west then south-west which finally brought us up to the cliff line below Mt. Tarn. Fire had cleared much of the scrub and this made the going easier. Although it was sad to see so much burnt bush, there was stark beauty in the bare trunks on the rocky slope, with the misty rain and the backdrop of wet green hills.
+We boiled the billy in the camping cave below Mt. Tarn. Then came a short scrub bash around the southern side of the mountain (about 1/4 mile) and the climb onto the top through an easy pass. We crossed to the other side and spent over half an hour searching in the fog for the cairn which locates the saddle leading to Mt. Houghton.
+Lunchtime was spent drying cloths and thawing out round a fire in the Fusilier's Cave, a short distance around from the saddle. A heated discussion on race rrejudice added to the warmth from the fire. After lunch we had an easy walk along to the north-west tip of Mt. Houghton, then down to the valley below. We set off through the mist for Styles Creek, then up the marked track to the north of the creek for a straightforward walk back to the Sassafras road and the cars.
+The last section of this track is being cleared by bulldozers apparently for timber getting.
+A little excitement was had on the muddy road on the way to Sassafras when all the cars lost traction on the steeper hills and had to be pushed over the top. As some bright spark mentioned - "Horsepower plus eight manpower finally svaed the day". A welcome hot meal was had in Nowra before we left for the long drive home.
+----
+=====One Night In Afica.=====
+Frank Rigby
 It was in Tanzania's Serengeti National Park that I spent my most memorable night in East Africa.
-Late one afternoon, in a hired Vonswagon, I pulled into one of the official camping sites &lout three miles from the Seronera Game Lodge. Now there is absolutely no concept of togetherness about these camping sites - they have been deliberately set far apart so that people can get right away from each other, a rather odd philosophy in the African bush, it seemed to me. As the sun dipped to the western horizon I suddenly felt terribly lonely and exposed.
-I read once again the notice which had been placed at each site
+Late one afternoon, in a hired Vonswagon, I pulled into one of the official camping sites about three miles from the Seronera Game Lodge. Now there is absolutely no concept of togetherness about these camping sites - they have been deliberately set far apart so that people can get right away from each other, a rather odd philosophy in the African bush, it seemed to me. As the sun dipped to the western horizon I suddenly felt terribly lonely and exposed.
- safety reasons, visitors should completely seal their tents at night, sleep under a mosquito net, and leave alighted lantern outside.'
-Well, a Padtymade tent cannot becompletely sealed, I had no idea waat sort of protection one could expect from a mosquito net (which I didn't ilave, anyuay) and a lantern was certainly not a piece of my equipr.ent. The whole business was not particularly reassuring.
+I read once again the notice which had been placed at each site:
-looked around me anxiously but the only animals within sight were a few gazelle grazing quite peacefully.
-Co I put Up my tiny two-man tent and got a fire started. Yes, it was going to be a good meal a2 I had lots of food to cook. The tropical night quicily blacked out my surroundings as I started the steal-. and trimminFs going - and then it happened!
+"For safety reasons, visitors should completely seal their tents at night, sleep under a mosquito net, and leave a lighted lantern outside."
-I think I must have jumped about six feet in the air when I
-heard that first awe-inspiring roar" and then, as if by some signal, it seemed to break out all around me. The air vibrated with the terrific noise, sending great s?asms of fear shuddering right through me. I had seen lions rreviously, in the daytime and from the
+Well, a Paddymade tent cannot be completely sealed, I had no idea what sort of protection one could expect from a mosquito net (which I didn't have, anyway) and a lantern was certainly not a piece of my equipment. The whole business was not particularly reassuring. I looked around me anxiously but the only animals within sight were a few gazelle grazing quite peacefully.
-safety of a Lan/ Rover under these conditions they are quite docile, ia fact downrig7et lazy but for all that they show absolutely no fear of man or his vehicles. But this was the first time I
-arc 1969	5711P-YdneY BkishwalkOr:
+Co I put up my tiny two-man tent and got a fire started. Yes, it was going to be a good meal as I had lots of food to cook. The tropical night quickly blacked out my surroundings as I started the steak and trimmings going - and then it happened!
-had heard them on the hunt.at night; and I vas totally unprepared for it. If I had to devise a sound especially to set a man shivering in his shoes T. could not think of anything better than the roar of a lion, unless it was the combined effort of a whole pride of lions.
-It took m only five seconds to decide that this particular out-of-doors was no place for me. I abandoned the cooking and an for the car. As I sat there shaking, they started all over again and I wondered where they were and just what they were up ,to of course, the imagination runs riot at suck times and I had a vivid mental picture of a dozen lions laying siege to the car, with me the prisoner inside lust waiting to be eaten.
+I think I must have jumped about six feet in the air when I heard that first awe-inspiring roar; and then, as if by some signal, it seemed to break out all around me. The air vibrated with the terrific noise, sending great spasms of fear shuddering right through me. I had seen lions previously, in the daytime and from the safety of a Land Rover - under these conditions they are quite docile, in fact downright lazy; but for all that they show absolutely no fear of man or his vehicles. But this was the first time I had heard them on the hunt at night, and I vas totally unprepared for it. If I had to devise a sound especially to set a man shivering in his shoes I could not think of anything better than the roar of a lion, unless it was the combined effort of a whole pride of lions.
-Shortly afterwards a Land Rover from the next camp joined the action. In its Headlam7s I could make out several great cat-like shares padding through the grass, perhaps a hundred yards from ms. lien, at least they were not heading in my direction. After a while things quietened donal. for a bit and I remembered . the food around the fire. It 'odd the'-things one thinks of at such a time but it did cross my mind that the meat might  attract them. Of course such a scrap would not even be a first course for a cub hit I determined to retrieve it. The fire seemed cozy and I felt hungry again - perhaps I was making far too much of it al14 perbaps I would -cook after all. As I put the steak back on the coals, all hell broke loose again. That was enough - I grabbed armfuls of billies, plates, and food, and bundled everything, including myse159 in one disoranised mess into the little car. I sat there amongst it and nibbled at dry biscuits and chocolate. 15y appetite had faded - it was all a hit miserable, but somehow very exciting because I felt that this, and not the streets of Nairobi, was the real Africa at last.
-I thought of the films" tent, I thought of lying there all alone listening to the lions, perhans worrying through -tle long niht what would happen next. 7.7o9 I didn't have the courage. Well, the back seat of a VW beetle is not all that comfortable but it was a darned side more comfortable than the alternative. Uow that the first shocks were over, 'Caere was something grand about that roaring - the most powerful predator in Lfrica had proclaimed to the world that it would kill and that it would not be denied. I wondered who would be the victim - perhaps a sleek zebra, or a wildebeeste, or an impala. There would be one, for uarc. As I drifted into sleep, I gave thanks that it wasn't me.
+It took me only five seconds to decide that this particular out-of-doors was no place for me. I abandoned the cooking and ran for the car. As I sat there shaking, they started all over again and I wondered where they were and just what they were up to; of course, the imagination runs riot at such times and I had a vivid mental picture of a dozen lions laying siege to the car, with me the prisoner inside just waiting to be eaten.
-They woke me again through the night. T:T.o doubt they were gorging tbamselves by this an.fl perhaps'chasing the hyenas away. Just then I recollected what a onderful place Australia is for bushwalkins and camping and I remembered those glorious carefree nights under the stars.
+Shortly afterwards a Land Rover from the next camp joined the action. In its headlamps I could make out several great cat-like shapes padding through the grass, perhaps a hundred yards from ms. Well, at least they were not heading in my direction. After a while things quietened down for a bit and I remembered the food around the fire. It's odd the things one thinks of at such a time but it did cross my mind that the meat might attract them. Of course such a scrap would not even be a first course for a cub but I determined to retrieve it. The fire seemed cozy and I felt hungry again - perhaps I was making far too much of it all; perbaps I would cook after all. As I put the steak back on the coals, all hell broke loose again. That was enough - I grabbed armfuls of billies, plates, and food, and bundled everything, including myself, in one disoranised mess into the little car. I sat there amongst it and nibbled at dry biscuits and chocolate. My appetite had faded - it was all a bit miserable, but somehow very exciting because I felt that this, and not the streets of Nairobi, was the real Africa at last.
+I thought of the filmsy tent, I thought of lying there all alone listening to the lions, perhaps worrying through the long night what would happen next. No, I didn't have the courage. Well, the back seat of a VW beetle is not all that comfortable but it was a darned side more comfortable than the alternative. Now that the first shocks were over, there was something grand about that roaring - the most powerful predator in Africa had proclaimed to the world that it would kill and that it would not be denied. I wondered who would be the victim - perhaps a sleek zebra, or a wildebeeste, or an impala. There would be one, for sure. As I drifted into sleep, I gave thanks that it wasn't me.
+They woke me again through the night. No doubt they were gorging tbamselves by this time and perhaps chasing the hyenas away. Just then I recollected what a wonderful place Australia is for bushwalking and camping and I remembered those glorious carefree nights under the stars.
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