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Mrs. Beryl Nipparess, Scenic Road, Kilcare Heights | Mrs. Beryl Nipparess, Scenic Road, Kilcare Heights | ||
via HARDYS BAY 2256.\\ | via HARDYS BAY 2256.\\ | ||
- | Cheque, money order, etc. made payable to " | + | Cheque, money order, etc. made payable to " |
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**ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS** | **ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS** | ||
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Non-active with Magazine 2.50 | Non-active with Magazine 2.50 | ||
- | Subscriptions are now overdue - if you have not already paid, please send cheques etc. to :- | + | Subscriptions are now overdue - if you have not already paid, please send cheques etc. to |
The Treasurer, The Sydney Bushwalkers, | The Treasurer, The Sydney Bushwalkers, | ||
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And they chained us up to ploughs, brave boys, to plough Van Diemans Land". | And they chained us up to ploughs, brave boys, to plough Van Diemans Land". | ||
- | Lawson and Paterson looked back on the green years and the footloose mateship. Sardonically, | + | Lawson and Paterson looked back on the green years and the footloose mateship. Sardonically, |
French tradition, both avoiding involvement. Gradually, in verse appearing in the last thirty years, poets have realised the epic nature of the Australian experience, and in some hard edged lines have produced poetry as realistic and moving to prove the promise of the earlier Australian fiction. | French tradition, both avoiding involvement. Gradually, in verse appearing in the last thirty years, poets have realised the epic nature of the Australian experience, and in some hard edged lines have produced poetry as realistic and moving to prove the promise of the earlier Australian fiction. | ||
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...... if you would pray brother, pray for a clean death. | ...... if you would pray brother, pray for a clean death. | ||
- | (Furphy wrote of the sleeper cutter with his fingers caught in a split log, the other hand reaching, scrabbling, but never catching the axe to | + | |
- | chop off the fingers, the skeleton barely holding the cloth together). | + | (Furphy wrote of the sleeper cutter with his fingers caught in a split log, the other hand reaching, scrabbling, but never catching the axe to chop off the fingers, the skeleton barely holding the cloth together). |
There is serenity in a lot of Fitzgerald' | There is serenity in a lot of Fitzgerald' | ||
- | ... I think in your unanswering tombs | + | |
- | you feel, though me todays known bliss because, you, living, saw such blooms in coloured spring times far from this. | + | ... I think in your unanswering tombs\\ |
- | The practical surveyor peeps through in " | + | you feel, though me todays known bliss \\ |
- | ...... the gain | + | because, you, living, saw such blooms |
+ | in coloured spring times far from this. | ||
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+ | The practical surveyor peeps through in " | ||
+ | |||
+ | ...... the gain\\ | ||
was learning what not to expect. | was learning what not to expect. | ||
- | Or in " | ||
- | ...... saying which In turn about and face concrete and glass as things familiarknown | ||
- | like brick, shell mortar and grey Hawkosbury stone. | ||
- | Not surprisingly many of the newer poets took explorers and erectud | ||
- | elaborate but very moving symbolic structures around them. Kenneth Slessor, | ||
- | an editor of the Sydney Sun, in "Fivo Visions of Captain Cook": | ||
- | Men who ride broomsticks with a mesmerist Mock the ty-nhoon. So, too, it was with Cook. | ||
- | Although Judith Wright took a rather large volume, "The Generations of Men" to record the misfortunes of her forbears, the Dalwoods of the Hunter | ||
- | Valley vineyard, two lines of verse are the crystallisation ... he weathered all the striding years | + | Or in " |
- | till they ran widdershins in his brain. Or, from an early poem published in wartime: | + | ...... saying which in turn about and face \\ |
- | ... round us, round the company of lovers Death draws his cordons in. | + | concrete and glass as things familiar known\\ |
- | There is a lighter side to modern poetry which nevertheless draws its strength from the same sources. David Campbell' | + | like brick, shell mortar and grey Hawkesbury stone. |
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+ | Not surprisingly many of the newer poets took explorers and erected elaborate but very moving symbolic structures around them. Kenneth Slessor, an editor of the Sydney Sun, in "Five Visions of Captain Cook": | ||
+ | |||
+ | Men who ride broomsticks with a mesmerist \\ | ||
+ | Mock the typhoon. So, too, it was with Cook. | ||
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+ | Although Judith Wright took a rather large volume, "The Generations of Men" to record the misfortunes of her forbears, the Dalwoods of the Hunter | ||
+ | he weathered all the striding years\\ | ||
+ | till they ran widdershins in his brain. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Or, from an early poem published in wartime:\\ | ||
+ | ... round us, round the company of lovers | ||
+ | Death draws his cordons in. | ||
+ | |||
+ | There is a lighter side to modern poetry which nevertheless draws its strength from the same sources. David Campbell' | ||
... look at me as they look for rain. | ... look at me as they look for rain. | ||
- | Or, A. G. Austin in a dugout in Torbruks | + | |
- | In my cave lives a solitary rat, (A celibate rat, | + | Or A. G. Austin in a dugout in Torbruk\\ |
- | I can vouch for that). | + | In my cave lives a solitary rat, \\ |
- | I can't resist John Manifold' | + | (A celibate rat, I can vouch for that). |
- | ...I knew a most superior camper | + | |
+ | I can't resist John Manifold' | ||
+ | ...I knew a most superior camper | ||
+ | Whose methods were absurdly wrong. | ||
+ | He did not live on tea and damper | ||
+ | But took a little stove along. | ||
There are a whole host of poets, contemporary in the last thirty years. They are worth reading. | There are a whole host of poets, contemporary in the last thirty years. They are worth reading. | ||
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Recent historical writings suggest that the " | Recent historical writings suggest that the " | ||
- | few permanently successful | + | few permanently successful |
- | began their operations. Pressure for closer settlement came from the middleclass | + | |
- | backloading, | + | |
- | of land holding were entirely effective, due mainly from basic misconceptions | + | |
- | of agriculture | + | |
- | TriZi 13USB7ALKER August, | + | |
====== The Yo-Yos Go Nordic ====== | ====== The Yo-Yos Go Nordic ====== | ||
- | _ . | + | A Yo-yo is a person with enough |
- | A Yo-yo is a peis& | + | |
- | . merely pleads that one changed one's parka and could ...... Just this time? | + | |
- | In a season with little snow, the fall of nearly one foot as we arrived was sufficient .to put off our cross country trip. We nooder to get back our confiJenee, this snow will only last another day; hew do we wax?, 'where do we co? These discussions in a.warm hut after a superb meal are a wonderful excuse for not washing up and itaiems a pity to lose such a fruitful and divisive subject by going. .;11 theoretical discussions, | + | |
- | FOUT of us had bout cross country skis. Bill Bourke proved to be a dedicated yo-yo, but Den Matthews, Helen Gray and myself took our skis from the rack and then, from some inner compulsion, secret voice or logical deduction achieved the greatest spread of waxes for the one condition that was possible. I went for sticky purple, Helen for sticky orange, and Don for sticky green with a touch of sticky blue under the foot. The results wore identical - we could walk downhill as fast as we could walk uphill. Don rationalised that the object was to walk uphill and you couldn' | + | |
- | PERISHER GA.,7 The next day, 8Y) Spiro Ketas, Snow Brown, Shirley Dean and Duncan, the advance party have hired skis from the Cooma Hut, presumably waxed for the expected conditions. Helen, Don, Bill Bourke and myself have done the washing up and have joined them for the run into Farm Crook arid the crossing of the snowy at Guthega. The weather is magnificent. One by one wo slide off. And fall. There is an unbreakable crust of ice. It is of the ,clear artificial variety encountered in lemon seuash. It is possible to stand and run straight, but then there is no turning resistance Falling is so easy; your bindings take effect half way along the big toe. | + | |
- | The Gap is full of brittle laughter and the sound of brittle skis and bodies coming to some sort of accomodation with the ice. Bodies meet. the ' | + | |
- | GUTHEGA; 70 can see Tait peeping over the skyline, The level snow across | + | |
+ | In a season with little snow, the fall of nearly one foot as we arrived was sufficient to put off our cross country trip. We needed to get back our confidence, this snow will only last another day; how do we wax?, where do we go? These discussions in a warm hut after a superb meal are a wonderful excuse for not washing up and it seems a pity to lose such a fruitful and divisive subject by going. | ||
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+ | Four of us had bought cross country skis. Bill Bourke proved to be a dedicated yo-yo, but Don Matthews, Helen Gray and myself took our skis from the rack and then, from some inner compulsion, secret voice or logical deduction achieved the greatest spread of waxes for the one condition that was possible. I went for sticky purple, Helen for sticky orange, and Don for sticky green with a touch of sticky blue under the foot. The results wore identical - we could walk downhill as fast as we could walk uphill. Don rationalised that the object was to walk uphill and you couldn' | ||
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+ | **PERISHER GAP** The next day, 8.30am, Spiro Ketas, Snow Brown, Shirley Dean and Duncan, the advance party have hired skis from the Cooma Hut, presumably waxed for the expected conditions. Helen, Don, Bill Bourke and myself have done the washing up and have joined them for the run into Farm Creek and the crossing of the snowy at Guthega. The weather is magnificent. One by one we slide off. And fall. There is an unbreakable crust of ice. It is of the clear artificial variety encountered in lemon squash. It is possible to stand and run straight, but then there is no turning resistance. Falling is so easy; your bindings take effect half way along the big toe. The Gap is full of brittle laughter and the sound of brittle skis and bodies coming to some sort of accomodation with the ice. Bodies meet the snow in attitudes undreamt, toes have teen turned in arcs on the far side of astonishment, | ||
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+ | **GUTHEGA; | ||
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+ | Someone says, "Where now, leader?" | ||
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+ | Everyone looks at Mathews. Mathews is mute. In agony Mathews searches his soul. Finally he speaks. | ||
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+ | "I was thinking of going up the Summit Road to Spencers Creek and the Chalet" | ||
+ | |||
+ | But aren't you the Leader? No. Then who is? | ||
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+ | No one wants to be first among equals. I have forgotten who is carrying the roast leg of lamb for lunch. Onwards. Among the trees of Guthega Creek we find new hazards. Snow drifted over the miniature ' | ||
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+ | Consett Stephen Pass is a great white bowl of sparkling ice above us. Duncan takes a higher tack at the mountain so that he is above and behind me every time I look up. Helen has found a fluted buttress leading onto a very steep slope. Below the buttress there is an even steeper slope falling off into the creek. Mature consideration tells me I will roll forever if I try below the buttress. It is a damn awkward buttress. Trudge, trudge, trudge. The skis hold an astonishing angle on the ice. Duncan still above and. behind, Helen' | ||
- | .....= | ||
- | the dam has been the easiest yet, and spirits are renewed. | ||
- | Someone SVS, " | ||
- | Everyone looks at Mathews. Mathews is soul. Finally he speaks. | ||
- | . "I was thinking of going up the Summit the Chalet" | ||
- | -But aren't you the Leader? -No. | ||
- | -Then who is? | ||
- | mute. In agony he searches his | ||
- | Road towards Spencers Creek and | ||
- | No one wants to be first among equals. I have forgotten who is carrying the roast leg of lamb for lunch. Onwaxas. Among the trees of Guthega Creek we fina new wazards. Snow drifted over the miniature ' | ||
- | hidden rocks. Lill Bourke finds one big .enough to conceal himself, and | ||
- | from which he escapes by climbing a tree, skis and all. Helen and Duncan try Sliding until Duncan loses a stock hundreds of feet above the creek, gives his skis to Helen to carry, retrieves his stock and then foots it until he can persuade Helen to bring his skis dawn to him. The line of skiers expands, contracts, finally halts with everyone present so that a screwdriver can be founa and matches jammed into Helen' | ||
- | Consett Stephen Pass is a great white bowl of sparkling ice above us. Duncan takes a higher tack at the mountain so that he is above and behind me every time I look up. Helen has found a fluted buttress leading onto a very steep slope. Below the buttress there is an even steepr slope falling off into the creek. Mature consideration tells me I will roll forever if I try below the buttress. It is a damn awkward buttress. Trudge, trudge, trudge. The skis hold an astonishing angle on the ice. Duncan still above and. behind., Helen' | ||
We have reached the pass. | We have reached the pass. | ||
- | Duncan, holen and myself climb a small pinnacle of rock coated in ice. 7o climb to the top on skis. Dill Bourke reaches the pass and takes off | ||
- | his skis. The others come into view, toiling, walking, dragging skis across the slope of the pass. We foregather, rest, eat. The leg of lamb is carved and then the bone passed around. | ||
- | Tait is too remote, another hour's climb at least. There is a low ridge shielding us from the view of rTatsons Crags. Is it worth while to climb? Duncan, Helen and myself, having rested longer, are the only ones who think so. On the reverse slope the sound of skis on ice is astonishing. The ice is wierdly wind abraded - the view is magnificent, | ||
- | Then we turned back Duncan almost immediately disappeared. The pass up | ||
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- | which we had trudged must surely' | ||
- | There comes a time on any trip when apprehension about getting home at all gives way to the lessor apprehension of getting home before dark. Returning up Farm Creek, Mathews, Helen and myself began again to have binding problems. 70 formed the steadily plodding rearguard, watching the various styles of the others as they moved up Porisher Gap. Duncan still maintaining a higher track, Shirley marching competitively, | ||
- | Sunset and the Rearguard ci.;me to the GaP at the same time. 7Te looked .back at the Main Range and the sculptured pink ice of the Gap. Ahead of us the shadow of the Earth crept into the skye Perisher Gap astonishingly delineated. In darkness we Skiied gingerly down. Irony of irony the skis ran, turned, checked. In the light of the drying room there were long patches of white wood rubbed free of all wax and tar. | ||
- | In the all-electric kitchen, Joan Rigby had soup and coffee waiting for us. | ||
+ | Duncan, Helen and myself climb a small pinnacle of rock coated in ice. We climb to the top on skis. Bill Bourke reaches the pass and takes off his skis. The others come into view, toiling, walking, dragging skis across the slope of the pass. We foregather, rest, eat. The leg of lamb is carved and then the bone passed around. | ||
+ | Tait is too remote, another hour's climb at least. There is a low ridge shielding us from the view of Watsons Crags. Is it worth while to climb? Duncan, Helen and myself, having rested longer, are the only ones who think so. On the reverse slope the sound of skis on ice is astonishing. The ice is weirdly wind abraded - the view is magnificent, | ||
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+ | When we turned back Duncan almost immediately disappeared. The pass up which we had trudged must surely " | ||
+ | |||
+ | There comes a time on any trip when apprehension about getting home at all gives way to the lessor apprehension of getting home before dark. Returning up Farm Creek, Mathews, Helen and myself began again to have binding problems. We formed the steadily plodding rearguard, watching the various styles of the others as they moved up Perisher Gap. Duncan still maintaining a higher track, Shirley marching competitively, | ||
+ | Sunset and the Rearguard came to the Gap at the same time. We looked back at the Main Range and the sculptured pink ice of the Gap. Ahead of us the shadow of the Earth crept into the sky. Perisher Gap astonishingly delineated. In darkness we skied gingerly down. Irony of irony the skis ran, turned, checked. In the light of the drying room there were long patches of white wood rubbed free of all wax and tar. | ||
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+ | In the all electric kitchen, Joan Rigby had soup and coffee waiting for us. | ||
====== Andean Expedition ====== | ====== Andean Expedition ====== | ||
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Be amazed at the sophistication of a typed letter from this wild and rugged spot. Our donated Remington typewriter, carried in to base camp in rawhide nets on the backs of mules over incredibly rugged terrain, is doing a sterling job. Our base camp is situated at 14,200 ft. in a grassy cirque completely encircled by snowy giants roaring up at incredibly steep angles to heights of 20,000 ft. Yesterday, Keith McNaughton and I made the first ascent to the Expedition' | Be amazed at the sophistication of a typed letter from this wild and rugged spot. Our donated Remington typewriter, carried in to base camp in rawhide nets on the backs of mules over incredibly rugged terrain, is doing a sterling job. Our base camp is situated at 14,200 ft. in a grassy cirque completely encircled by snowy giants roaring up at incredibly steep angles to heights of 20,000 ft. Yesterday, Keith McNaughton and I made the first ascent to the Expedition' | ||
- | Today we are having a rest day at base camp Some Indians have been up to | + | Today we are having a rest day at base camp. Some Indians have been up to see us from the village of Yanama, 7 kms. down the Rio de Yanama Valley, about 3,000 ft. below us. They came bearing potatoes (papas) which they bartered for a block of Cadbury' |
- | see us from the village of Yanama, 7 kms. down the Rio de Yanama Valley, | + | |
- | . about 3,000 ft. below us. They came bearing potatoes (papas) which they | + | Cows pasture to 16,000ft in the high upland pastures and our camp is frequently invaded by the inquisitive |
- | bartered for a block of Cadbury' | + | |
- | empty fruit tins which are highly sought after articles in this primitive community. Tomorrow they will come again bringing us half a sack of potatoes which they will exchange for the sack we gave them to carry them in. They seem delighted with the bartering bargains they make, so we are being | + | The days are fine and sunny. |
- | 9. THE SYDZIET BUS1-i-7ALL= August, | + | |
- | careful. not to inflate the-local 1.: | + | Fay Retchford and Leslie |
- | Cows pasture, to, l6,000, ft in the high upland pastures- and. otth catil. | + | |
- | The clays are fine and sunny.- Put as soon as the sun sinks below the surrounding mountains the temperature drops sharply and we 'rug up'in our down jackets.. It is quite pleasant | + | On 26th June, Richard Bennett decided he must fulfil his obligations to Channel 9 of Melbourne, and make them a complete recording of a climb. Seeing that they had specified that they wore particularly interested in the woman climber, I was to be star of the piece. I had to wear a photogenic crash helmet and colourful gloves and see that my socks were pulled up and my shirt-tail tucked in and my sun-cream was tastefully applied. It was suggested. that I borrow Fay's uplift brassiere to give more sex appeal to |
- | inside the Moad.e | + | the picture, but a fair go is a fair go - I cant breathe in the damn things and anyhow, a mountaineer doesn' |
- | camp we have a big Community tent where we do the cooking | + | long, I began to steam up so out came the shirt tail for ventilation, |
- | so as not -to,. knack their next-d.00r. | + | |
- | Mike took the lid off the pressure cooker before it' | + | |
- | tho name of 7E1 Varripiro'' | + | |
- | the blood of his victims for his medical project He thinks he is really | + | |
- | Fay Retchford | + | |
+ | It's curving underside was hung with great glistening icicles and the whole effect was one of breathtaking beauty. We picked our way gingerly along this fragile airy skyway. John Gamlen and Keith McNaughton had now joined us from below so the movie camera was passed over to John to operate and Dirk was filmed belaying La Pequena (the little femme) first onto the summit of our first virgin climb. (This should really appeal to the T.V. viewers). Birko came into the picture and held up an ice axe displaying the flags of Peru, Australia, and the Expedition emblem and the last of the movie film went through the gate, 240 ft, of tense gripping adventure in the highlands. Mountaineers grappling with death 18,000 ft. up in the rarified atmosphere, looking down into the miles deep canyons where the Santa Teresa River foamed through its rocky gorges to meet the mighty Urubamba, the Father of Waters, roaring over its rapids on its thousands of miles journey down through the jungles to the Amazon Basin and the tropic sea. You can just imagine how the viewing T.V. housewives will lap it up. | ||
- | with broad grins of delighto | + | The girls are taking this film out with them when they leave today, so it should reach Australia in about three weeks time. Channel 9 has been asked to let Peter Marsh know when it will be filmed, so he will pass the information |
- | On 26th June, Richard Bennett decided he must fulfil his obligations to Channel 9 of Melbourne, ana make them a complete recording of a climb, Seeing that they had specified that they wore particularly interested in the woman climber, I was to be star of the piece. I had to wear a photogenic crash helmet and colourful gloves and- see that my socks were pulled up and | + | |
- | my shirt-tail tucked in and my sun-cream was tastefully applied. It was | + | |
- | suggested. that I borrow Fay's uplift brassiere to give more sex appeal to | + | |
- | the picture, but a fair go is a fair go - I cant breathe in the damn things | + | |
- | 'snd anyhow, a mountaineer doesn' | + | |
- | specifications, | + | |
- | long, I began to steam up so out came the shirt tail for ventilation, | + | |
- | was a bushwalker in shorts. This was much more comfortable and Dirko de- | + | |
- | cided he wouldn' | + | |
- | came to the real climbing problems so we dressed again as mountaineers and | + | |
- | it was one Dirko and. I were on one rope and Mike Feller and John Retchford on the other. Birko took us from every angle in all sorts of hazardous | + | |
- | positions, clinging on to rock faces by our finger nails and to ice precip- | + | |
- | ices by ice-screws, ice axes and- the skin of our teeth. Film was running | + | |
- | short as we struggled up the final steep ice-filled couloir and gained the summit ice-cap. Te were totally unprepared for the incredible sight that | + | |
- | met our.eyes. The entire summit was like a turbulent sea whipped up into | + | |
- | two icot high waves and then frozen into a state of icy immobility. These waves were as fragile as foam and we kicked OUT way through them along the icy curves and sweeps that led to the summit. The actual summit was like a | + | |
- | foaming ocean wave, immobilised- suddenly as it was in the act of breaking. | + | |
- | It's curving underside was hung with great glistening icicles and the whole effect was one of breathtaking beauty. We picked our way gingerly along this fragile airy skyway. John Gamlen and Keith EcNaughton had now joined us from below so the movie camera was passed over to john to operate and Dirk was filmed belaying La Pequena (the little femme) first onto the | + | |
- | summit of our first virgin clilLe. (This should really appeal to the T.V. | + | |
- | viewers). Birko came into the Picture and held up an ice axe displaying the flags of Peru, Australia, and the Expedition emblem and the lat of the | + | |
- | movie film went through the gate, 240 ft, of tense gripping adventure in the highlands: Mountaineers grappling with death 18,000 ft. up in the rarified atmosphere, looking down into the miles aeep canyons where the Santa Teresa River foamed. through its rocky gorges to meet the mighty Urubamba, the Father of Taters, roaring over its rapids on its thousands of miles journey down through the jungles to the Amazon Basin and the tropic seal You can just imagine how the viewing T.V. housewives will lap it up | + | |
- | The girls are taking this film out with them when they leave today, so it should reach Australia in about three weeks time. Channel 9 has been asked to let Peter Marsh know when it will be filmed, so he will pass the inf ormation | + | |
- | 11. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER August, | + | |
====== Yerranderie ====== | ====== Yerranderie ====== | ||
- | Marion Lloyd. | + | Marion Lloyd |
- | Well, after packing Landrover, we couldn' | + | Well, after packing Landrover, we couldn' |
- | We passed through Oberon about midnight, then headed towards Black Springs, Unfortunately Alan was very mixed up about the directions and of course the road map of N.S.W. was over 30 years old and everything was out added to this we were of the firm opinion that we are NEVER wrong. However we eventually got to Black Springs and then Alan couldn' | + | We passed through Oberon about midnight, then headed towards Black Springs. Unfortunately Alan was very mixed up about the directions and of course the road map of N.S.W. was over 30 years old and everything was out added to this we were of the firm opinion that we are NEVER wrong. However we eventually got to Black Springs and then Alan couldn' |
Here we decided to have a couple of hours sleep. It was 4 a.m. and we were nearly out of petrol. How I blessed that fire, the heavy frost had frozen everything including myself. Alan, at 6 a.m, dragged us from our flea bags, stuffed us up with rib sticker (porridge) and a gallon of tea, and we set off again about 7 a.m. | Here we decided to have a couple of hours sleep. It was 4 a.m. and we were nearly out of petrol. How I blessed that fire, the heavy frost had frozen everything including myself. Alan, at 6 a.m, dragged us from our flea bags, stuffed us up with rib sticker (porridge) and a gallon of tea, and we set off again about 7 a.m. | ||
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We set off along the track; about 15 minutes later there was a shriek from Dot. She had put her foot into an old rusty dingo trap. Fortunately no harm was done, but we were careful from then on. We passed about four more, if we had not been looking out for them, I am sure another foot would have been caught. We walked through a swamp, a short puff up and down into a saddle, and brisk effort up Mt. Colong. Here we found water from a spring and had lunch on a nice grassy slope. We were all agreeably surprised to find how pleasant Mt. Colong is. Most of us climbed the cairn and signed the visitors' | We set off along the track; about 15 minutes later there was a shriek from Dot. She had put her foot into an old rusty dingo trap. Fortunately no harm was done, but we were careful from then on. We passed about four more, if we had not been looking out for them, I am sure another foot would have been caught. We walked through a swamp, a short puff up and down into a saddle, and brisk effort up Mt. Colong. Here we found water from a spring and had lunch on a nice grassy slope. We were all agreeably surprised to find how pleasant Mt. Colong is. Most of us climbed the cairn and signed the visitors' | ||
- | When we were nearly on the fire trail, John Campbell, who was racing through the bush, jumped on a stick which went straight through his sandshoe into his foot. With great presence of mind, he ripped his shoe off and sucked the debris etc. out of the wound. Of course this had the desired effect and everybody, startled by this sight, wanted to carry his pack and one even went to the extreme of wanting to carry him. Gee! some I call really smooth, but really the wound was pretty bad. We reached the fire trail and followed it for about 4 or 5 miles until we came upon a creek running across the road. By this time John was on the verge of collapsing but never showed it. After camp had been set up, time could | + | When we were nearly on the fire trail, John Campbell, who was racing through the bush, jumped on a stick which went straight through his sandshoe into his foot. With great presence of mind, he ripped his shoe off and sucked the debris etc. out of the wound. Of course this had the desired effect and everybody, startled by this sight, wanted to carry his pack and one even went to the extreme of wanting to carry him. Gee! some I call really smooth, but really the wound was pretty bad. We reached the fire trail and followed it for about 4 or 5 miles until we came upon a creek running across the road. By this time John was on the verge of collapsing but never showed it. After camp had been set up, time could now be spent on doctoring our ailing John. It was rather hilarious, everybody knew the exact treatment and poor John, bewildered by it all, collapsed and let the first aiders take over, all doing treatment they thought best. Might I add that every treatment was different. I am sure it was this good nursing, love, care and attention that pulled him through. Next day John remained at camp whilst we followed the creek to Yerranderie being about 4 miles. |
- | now be spent on doctoring our ailing John. It was rather hilarious, everybody knew the exact treatment and poor John, bewildered by it all, collapsed and let the first aiders take over, all doing treatment they thought best. Might I add that every treatment was different. I am sure it was this good nursing, love, care and attention that pulled him through. Next day John remained at camp whilst we followed the creek to Yerranderie being about 4 miles. | + | |
- | I think it is one of the most exciting | + | I think it is one of the most exciting places I have been to. To start with, there is a shaft which goes straight down at an angle of 45 degrees for goodness knows how many hundreds of foot. They must have had a job pulling the trolleys up - the trolley rails can still be seen. All the houses are pretty much the same; made of bark or timber slabs cemented together by mud. |
In the main street was what appeared to be a hall, probably some pub and something else. Next was a grocer store and/or real estate and one or 2 other shops, all standing but gradually disintegrating. Over the | In the main street was what appeared to be a hall, probably some pub and something else. Next was a grocer store and/or real estate and one or 2 other shops, all standing but gradually disintegrating. Over the | ||
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About 1.5 miles up the road was the residential section. Most of those dwellings were made of mud bricks. The Church' | About 1.5 miles up the road was the residential section. Most of those dwellings were made of mud bricks. The Church' | ||
- | In one backyard was an old relic of a T model Ford; about 10 yards away was half a rusty old bikeframe. Margaret Wyborn informs me that it is probably the sorrowful remains of Ross's old bike that was abandoned on the last successful Mittagong - Katoomba trip. Coincidence again - Dot Noble took a photo of me attempting to ride this bike; there were several peaks in the background. Later, Dot showed a photo of a man on a horse in almost exactly the same position where I posed. It had been taken many years before by Mrs. Noble whilst doing a geology thesis at Yerranderie when she was at University. | + | In one backyard was an old relic of a T model Ford; about 10 yards away was half a rusty old bike frame. Margaret Wyborn informs me that it is probably the sorrowful remains of Ross's old bike that was abandoned on the last successful Mittagong - Katoomba trip. Coincidence again - Dot Noble took a photo of me attempting to ride this bike; there were several peaks in the background. Later, Dot showed a photo of a man on a horse in almost exactly the same position where I posed. It had been taken many years before by Mrs. Noble whilst doing a geology thesis at Yerranderie when she was at University. |
To our delight, in another backyard was a double seater outhouse, so We all had to take it in turns in pairs to try it out. At one stage there was quite a queue. This little episode reminded me of a hilarious book called "The Specialist" | To our delight, in another backyard was a double seater outhouse, so We all had to take it in turns in pairs to try it out. At one stage there was quite a queue. This little episode reminded me of a hilarious book called "The Specialist" | ||
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The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, | The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, | ||
- | W. C. Phelps. (Many thanks to Marian & Owen), | + | W. C. Phelps. (Many thanks to Marian & Owen). |
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Yours faithfully, | Yours faithfully, | ||
L. G. Harrison. | L. G. Harrison. | ||
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