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+======The Sydney Bushwalker======
-C ONTENT S.
-Commentator	2.
+===May 1969.===
-Observer	3.
-The Gross Gut Saw  Pat Harrison	6.
+=====Contents.=====
-Pay's Ad.	11.
-Colo by Lilo  Dorothy Noble	12.
+| | |Page|
-Mountain Equi-oment Ad.	15.
+|Commentator| | 2|
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+|Observer| | 3|
-nAnnual General Meeting 5Jim Brown	16.
+|The Cross Cut Saw|Pat Harrison| 6|
-A monthly bullotin of matters of interest to tho Sydney Bushwalkers, Northcote Building, Reiby Place, Circular Quay, Sydney.
+|Colo by Lilo|Dorothy Noble|12|
-Postal Address: Box 4476 G.P.O. Sydney.
+|The March Annual Meeting and the April General Meeting|Jim Brown|16|
-EDITOR:	Bill Gillam, 19 oia Bush Rd. Engadine 2233 BUSINESS MANAGER: Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Garlingford 2118.
-TYPIST: Christa Younger, 71 Yarran Road, Oatley. 2223.
+=====Advertisements.=====
-.	ThB Sydney Bushwalker.	May, 1969.
-COMMENTATOR.
+| |Page|
-The enormity of the problem of a long term conservation policy
+|Paddy's Ad.|11|
-is well illustrated by the current disquiet with the Sim Committee on coastal mining. The sad heritage of colonial emphasis on exploitative
+|Mountain Equipment|15|
-use of the land has never been so apparent as in the over-riding Mining Act legislation which can deny for ever legitimate scientific interest
-in an area.
+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.
-Pressure for mining rutile is intense in that the industry is
-geared for complete extraction of all possible areas within thirty to forty years at the outside. It is a unique, "one-shot" operation where increasing technology is not going to affect marginal land or reveal,
+|**Editor**|Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Road, Engadine, 2233|
-as in other mining operations, new resources. Despite clever publicity the predominant companies are overseas owned, and practically all of its end products are exported. Virtually the whole of the beach coastline will disappear for the accident of 0.1% of the sand. That the end use, at the moment is decorative and thus competing with changing technology - a need for dazzling whiter than white - means that the foreseeable demand for rutile may be overtaken by change 5 a fact giving urgency to the miner's lobbying. A low cost operation rushing to maka its money while it can and demanding the whole of a resource as its right. An
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118|
-"ostrich feather" type of industry.
+|**Typist**|Christa Younger, 71 Yarran Road, Oatley, 2223|
-Titanium, the metal element of rutile,_is at the threshold of
-possibilities of enormous consequence. From a national resource point of view those possibilities would seem to outweigh the immediate, "this
+----
-generation", gain of painting American houses. It is not inconceivable that by the time we have learnt to fabricate titanium all our resources will be spread -thinly over Cape Cod clapboards.
-There is an implication in the Sim Committee that beoause it
+=====Commentator.=====
-was presented by-conservationists other conservationists should not now complain. Thpt its area of inquiry was incredibly circumscribed and
-that the committee should not regard itself as a body of export opinion are appalling, self defeating facts. We ivo more dignity to and expect more competence from a P and C'group'mowing a school lawn., We desperately need a body of expert opinion - when we have such a body it will need more than the generation or less left to them.
+The enormity of the problem of a long term conservation policy is well illustrated by the current disquiet with the Sim Committee on coastal mining. The sad heritage of colonial emphasis on exploitative use of the land has never been so apparent as in the over-riding Mining Act legislation which can deny for ever legitimate scientific interest in an area.
-Unlike the large scale mining of iron ore in Vest Australiai where there is no conceivable alternate use for the area and there is in all likelihood an absolute immensity of similar land, the coastal mining embraces the whole of a resource that has demonstratably other uses, and is visually satisfying as it exists at the moment. The demand for this resource in a few generations will be incredible. Mining company arguments that they are forced to spend large sums on r,.planting are not tenable in that the purpose is consolidation of the beaches, a far cry from conservation. Royalties, local taxes and wages are transitory at best and incredibly low.
-The Sydney Bushwalkor.	May, 1969.
+Pressure for mining rutile is intense in that the industry is geared for complete extraction of all possible areas within thirty to forty years at the outside. It is a unique, "one-shot" operation where increasing technology is not going to affect marginal land or reveal, as in other mining operations, new resources. Despite clever publicity the predominant companies are overseas owned, and practically all of its end products are exported. Virtually the whole of the beach coastline will disappear for the accident of 0.1% of the sand. That the end use, at the moment is decorative and thus competing with changing technology - a need for dazzling whiter than white - means that the foreseeable demand for rutile may be overtaken by change; a fact giving urgency to the miner's lobbying. A low cost operation rushing to make its money while it can and demanding the whole of a resource as its right. An "ostrich feather" type of industry.
+Titanium, the metal element of rutile, is at the threshold of possibilities of enormous consequence. From a national resource point of view those possibilities would seem to outweigh the immediate, "this generation", gain of painting American houses. It is not inconceivable that by the time we have learnt to fabricate titanium all our resources will be spread thinly over Cape Cod clapboards.
+There is an implication in the Sim Committee that because it was presented by conservationists other conservationists should not now complain. That its area of inquiry was incredibly circumscribed and that the committee should not regard itself as a body of expert opinion are appalling, self defeating facts. We give more dignity to and expect more competence from a P and C group mowing a school lawn. We desperately need a body of expert opinion - when we have such a body it will need more than the generation or less left to them.
+Unlike the large scale mining of iron ore in West Australiai where there is no conceivable alternate use for the area and there is in all likelihood an absolute immensity of similar land, the coastal mining embraces the whole of a resource that has demonstratably other uses, and is visually satisfying as it exists at the moment. The demand for this resource in a few generations will be incredible. Mining company arguments that they are forced to spend large sums on replanting are not tenable in that the purpose is consolidation of the beaches, a far cry from conservation. Royalties, local taxes and wages are transitory at best and incredibly low.
 Whether a National policy would be effective does not alter the tragedy or its urgency. It merely highlights the irony of having at the one time a conservation minded Prime Minister and Minister for Lands.
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-OBSERVER.
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+=====Observor.=====
 A little old lady once said to a famous author -
 - None of your stories have a wow at the end of them.
--Ala, madam, he replied, It is many years since I found it pepossary to have a wow at the end.	Or words to that effect.
-A contemporary, who is not a little old lady, said to me recently - All the published stories seem to have a broken con- rod at the end.	Or words to that effect.
-He was having an acute fit of nostalcia for, train trips in the days when the slogan "The railway is the safe way" still had a certain pristine beautprrand truth. Nowadays tension is taken out of travel with trains/at a suitable distance from Sydney one's tired eyes begin to droop as a luminous billboard extols the elan and savoir-faire of an owl. Ho's wise he flies. Tension to modern life is as salt to peanuts and there are othe irds than the owl.
-Well,thy contemporary won't like this story even if I put the split by-pass and the blown head gasket first. One has to show a mystical regard for names; "pouri out there is not an adequate description. And no wow at the end.
-There were four seats painted in the four primary colours. Very Primary primary colours. In a perfect square with a regular path of white gravel leashed in by very downtrodden bricks. The very green grass ran to another leashed in path then t wall of field stone granite, well made with a rail of galvanised pipe bisecting the flat to of the wail, In the very dry climate every bottom that had tried to sit on the flat top of the wall had added lustre to the rail. We added our lustre. Ten foot from the
-list of prohibitions an obelisk to a trooper killed at Laagorsdoorp
-or Potgieters Roost, some kraal on the veldt. In another country. A real trooper in those days in country that would be
-brown and red,-earthed feed, with a thousand very blue hills on the
-skyline and the Boer was in long grass or behind a kopje when he
-sniped the trooper. Slim Janie Smuts or Davie Craven's grandfather.
-The- Sydney Bushwalker.	May, 1969.
-The seats would have to be in the story to describe the tree.
-A dead tree flanked by scats in primary colours. The tree dead perhaps as long as the trooper but kept as its own memorial swathed by wisteria. Whoever planted the park had simple tastes. MAGNOLIA,
-signwriten then in a less archaitl type after the trees had struggled to bloom in a different land, verified, identified, serially as magnoflora, portwine. But no doubt the tree was already dying then unverified, unidentified, and the vine held it up as it decayed.
-There seems to be a stasis now. The vine growing stronger as the wood decays. Someday there would be a reckoning and the rotten wood
-would spill out from the clutches of the vine and the vine would leap
-across the four seats in primary colours, then across the lawn onto the wall of fieldstone and then tenaciously, doggedly pull from off-centre the patina-ed, galvanised, maligned Pipe.
-If you lay on your back on a park seat, a folded jumper under
-your head, a wonderful Easter trip completed and about to be contem-
-plated, you don't mind what colour the seat is painted. That ridge will have to go in a passion for direct descents is as dangerous as strolling off" after lunch. Talking should be done in the conservative field of physics-energy expended going uphill should be regained coming downhill - it should be that much of an agony go get down. And
-the trout water. Trout water and whisky. Trout water and coffee. Trout water and warm bodies. Howqua water. Macalister Springs water and namatodes. The dry lunch and the water found ten minutes later. The pagan arrangement of meals so that one had neck chops, which crisp well in foil, on Good Friday and an immense meal of curried prawns and rice on Sunday. The food taken and not eaten (bushwalking as a function of ingestion), the warm clothing carried and not worn
-(bushwalking as a function of discomfort averted). The strange
-effects of altitude so that certain people were even less inclined to
-go for w. tor or carry the tent. The strange encounter at the Bluff Hut with the members of the Melbourne WOMEN'S Talking Club. That
-was truly in another country.
-The fascinating landforms. People feel bettor being breathless on an unique geological feature. Or a Classic Mountain Formation. Buller and Buffalo are granite batholiths, deep domed shapes formed initially under a tremendous load of horizontal sedimentary strata. As
-the reservoir of granite is fed tlIte dame pushes up the strata, a;ters it shales and slates and quatzite' the strata cracks, releases tension
-and the strata covering the dome are easily eroded. That is left is
-step like cliffs facXing the dome and steeply inclined quartzite away from the dame with ragged skylines-Yhrtr the cracks occurred. If the
-dame is small and the strata doesn't give way completely "saddle reefs" occur in thc cracks with suitable mineralisation. Hence Bendigo. Or was it Ballarat. Should have asked the ladies of the WOMEN'S Talking Club. In the brooding Scandinavian nights the Norwegians have an
-almost antithecal theory on granite formation. It pays to keep options.
-o
-	The Sydney Bushwalker.	May, 1969,
+-Ah, madam, he replied, It is many years since I found it necessary to have a wow at the end. Or words to that effect.
-The Geomorphology of the Dividing Range in the Howqua Delatite
-Macalister Watershed. The emergence of a batholith and its relationship to Anglo-Saxon Place names on the same watershed. That couldn't go in.
+A contemporary, who is not a little old lady, said to me recently - All the published stories seem to have a broken con-rod at the end.	Or words to that effect.
-Jim has a green seat which he forsakes for some needed exercise. On his return,Dmitrios rowed with Jason, he says the mechanic has a small mountain of spanners and can't find the metric ones. There should be conservation in it too. The astonishing news, imparted from driver to driver on a tight mountain road that there were deer up tlere and people with money flew to shoot the deer and flew out with the venison. Someone was firing so.....If deer shooters could shoot red shirted men riding bicycles Ross's orange pack was sure to be riddled. The alpine flowers. The incredibly bright boronia at 5,000' brighter than native rose. And the three flowers of manuka ti-tree espaliered,
-like the numerous snakes, on a warm rock on the Bluff. The last flowers I saw on a manuka were various dry flies loft by trouters. The smell of cattle and the cut-over country with new growth like pastures among the tall trees. Four black cockatoos. And driving very fast at dusk when the twin peaks behind Mansfield hold a cauldroning swirl of sunset which Ross caught with the last light on the last frame. And the magpie, exercising his territorial imperative, singing sweetly from an
+He was having an acute fit of nostalgia for, train trips in the days when the slogan "The railway is the safe way" still had a certain pristine beauty and truth. Nowadays tension is taken out of travel with trains and at a suitable distance from Sydney one's tired eyes begin to droop as a luminous billboard extols the elan and savoir-faire of an owl. He's wise he flies. Tension to modern life is as salt to peanuts and there are other birds than the owl.
-obelisk in another town while lessor magpies hunted grasshoppers late-
-hatched in the warm autumn under the fluorescent light. The fat cattle
+Well, my contemporary won't like this story even if I put the split by-pass and the blown head gasket first. One has to show a mystical regard for names; "pouring out there is not an adequate description. And no wow at the end.
-on green winter feed, and ploughed earth and new pasture and the lakes and the dams. The new names; Meerijig, Swanpool, Glenrowan. nSo much horror in the clear Australian sunlight."
-Jim is terrible restless. Two hours. Comfortable. Sleeping.
+There were four seats painted in the four primary colours. Very primary primary colours. In a perfect square with a regular path of white gravel leashed in by very downtrodden bricks. The very green grass ran to another leashed in path then t wall of field stone granite, well made with a rail of galvanised pipe bisecting the flat top of the wall. In the very dry climate every bottom that had tried to sit on the flat top of the wall had added lustre to the rail. We added our lustre. Ten feet from the list of prohibitions an obelisk to a trooper killed at Laagorsdoorp or Potgieters Roost, some kraal on the veldt. In another country. A real trooper in those days in country that would be brown and red-earthed feed, with a thousand very blue hills on the skyline and the Boer was in long grass or behind a kopje when he sniped the trooper. Slim Janie Smuts or Davie Craven's grandfather.
-The head is not cracked. Mobility. And the thick ham sandwiches.
-And the fresh country towns. And the illusion when you are driving very fast and watching the road far ahead that the road begins to move or that you are flying. And the glow of the country in a good season and
+The seats would have to be in the story to describe the tree. A dead tree flanked by seats in primary colours. The tree dead perhaps as long as the trooper but kept as its own memorial swathed by wisteria. Whoever planted the park had simple tastes. MAGNOLIA, signwriten then in a less archaic type after the trees had struggled to bloom in a different land, verified, identified, serially as magnoflora, portwine. But no doubt the tree was already dying then unverified, unidentified, and the vine held it up as it decayed. There seems to be a stasis now. The vine growing stronger as the wood decays. Someday there would be a reckoning and the rotten wood would spill out from the clutches of the vine and the vine would leap across the four seats in primary colours, then across the lawn onto the wall of fieldstone and then tenaciously, doggedly pull from off-centre the patina-ed, galvanised, maligned pipe.
-its immonsit.
-ya1ey to Auckland.
+If you lay on your back on a park seat, a folded jumper under your head, a wonderful Easter trip completed and about to be contemplated, you don't mind what colour the seat is painted. That ridge will have to go in; a passion for direct descents is as dangerous as "strolling off" after lunch. Walking should be done in the conservative field of physics - energy expended going uphill should be regained coming downhill - it should be that much of an agony go get down. And the trout water. Trout water and whisky. Trout water and coffee. Trout water and warm bodies. Howqua water. Macalister Springs water and nematodes. The dry lunch and the water found ten minutes later. The pagan arrangement of meals so that one had neck chops, which crisp well in foil, on Good Friday and an immense meal of curried prawns and rice on Sunday. The food taken and not eaten (bushwalking as a function of ingestion), the warm clothing carried and not worn (bushwalking as a function of discomfort averted). The strange effects of altitude so that certain people were even less inclined to go for water or carry the tent. The strange encounter at the Bluff Hut with the members of the Melbourne WOMEN'S Walking Club. That was truly in another country.
-Paris to Warsaw and back.
-New York to somewhere in Kansas.
+The fascinating landforms. People feel better being breathless on an unique geological feature. Or a Classic Mountain Formation. Buller and Buffalo are granite batholiths, deep domed shapes formed initially under a tremendous load of horizontal sedimentary strata. As the reservoir of granite is fed the dome pushes up the strata, alters it shales and slates and quatzite the strata cracks, releases tension and the strata covering the dome are easily eroded. What is left is step like cliffs facing the dome and steeply inclined quartzite away from the dome with ragged skylines where the cracks occurred. If the dome is small and the strata doesn't give way completely "saddle reefs" occur in thc cracks with suitable mineralisation. Hence Bendigo. Or was it Ballarat. Should have asked the ladies of the WOMEN'S Walking Club. In the brooding Scandinavian nights the Norwegians have an almost antithecal theory on granite formation. It pays to keep options.
+The Geomorphology of the Dividing Range in the Howqua Delatite Macalister Watershed. The emergence of a batholith and its relationship to Anglo-Saxon place names on the same watershed. That couldn't go in.
+Jim has a green seat which he forsakes for some needed exercise. On his return, Dmitrios rowed with Jason, he says the mechanic has a small mountain of spanners and can't find the metric ones. There should be conservation in it too. The astonishing news, imparted from driver to driver on a tight mountain road that there were deer up there and people with money flew to shoot the deer and flew out with the venison. Someone was firing so.... If deer shooters could shoot red shirted men riding bicycles Ross's orange pack was sure to be riddled. The alpine flowers. The incredibly bright boronia at 5,000' brighter than native rose. And the three flowers of manuka ti-tree espaliered, like the numerous snakes, on a warm rock on the Bluff. The last flowers I saw on a manuka were various dry flies left by trouters. The smell of cattle and the cut-over country with new growth like pastures among the tall trees. Four black cockatoos. And driving very fast at dusk when the twin peaks behind Mansfield hold a cauldroning swirl of sunset which Ross caught with the last light on the last frame. And the magpie, exercising his territorial imperative, singing sweetly from an obelisk in another town while lesser magpies hunted grasshoppers late-hatched in the warm autumn under the fluorescent light. The fat cattle on green winter feed, and ploughed earth and new pasture and the lakes and the dams. The new names; Meerijig, Swanpool, Glenrowan. "So much horror in the clear Australian sunlight."
+Jim is terrible restless. Two hours. Comfortable. Sleeping. The head is not cracked. Mobility. And the thick ham sandwiches. And the fresh country towns. And the illusion when you are driving very fast and watching the road far ahead that the road begins to move or that you are flying. And the glow of the country in a good season and its immensity.
+Sydney to Auckland.\\
+Paris to Warsaw and back.\\
+New York to somewhere in Kansas.\\
 Sydney to Buggery.
-(The line "So much horror in the clear Australian Sunlight" from
-Douglas.Stowart's play Nod Kelly.)
+(The line "So much horror in the clear Australian Sunlight" from Douglas Stewart's play Ned Kelly.)
-WANTED:	Ty2istes for the magazine so that a roster can be formed. Please see the editor if you can help.
-.	The Sydney Bushwalker.	May,1969.
+----
+===Wanted:===
+Typistes for the magazine so that a roster can be formed. Please see the editor if you can help.
+----
 THE CROSS CUT SAW.
 Pat Harrison.