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 |The Half Yearly General Meeting - Jim Brown |2|
 |At Last- Mount Pomany - Jim Brown |4|
-|Memorial Service for Taro	|9|
+|Memorial Service for Taro |9|
 |The Fallen Idol	|10|
-From the Winborndale to the Turon	11.
+|From the Winborndale to the Turon	|11|
-)41- iinfiR Isom
+|Observer - Bill Gillam |14|
-Ctserver	- Bill Gillam 14.
+|A Wet Weekend	- "Agonistes" |16|
-A Wet Week-end	- "Agonistes" 16.
+|Paddy's Ad.	|19|
-Paddy's Ad.	19.
+|From Your Club Psychiatrist|20|
-From Your Club Psychiatrist	20.
+|**EDITOR** | Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Rd, Engadine |
+|**BUS.MGR.**| Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford |
+|**TYPIST**| Dorothy Knightley, 17 Maharatta Ave, Wahroonga|
-EDITOR: Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Road, Engadine, 2233.
+**THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	October 1969**
-BUS. MANAGER: Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. TYPIST: Dorothy Khightley, 17 Mahratta Avenue, Wa1roonga,2076.
-**400CX*Xxx**
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	October 1969
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 In Federation Notes, Wilf Hilder said the proposed "Snow Survival" demonstration had been cancelled (probably-because there's not likely to be snow) but may held next year. A new fire road extends about 1.5  miles along the western ridge near St. Helena.
-Selection of a Reunion site for 1970 came next. Some one nominated the old Woods Creek venue which has seen us every year (with two exceptions) since 1952, but public opinion came down heavily for our own block in Kangaroo Valley, Bob Younger was voted ReUnion Convenor.
+Selection of a Reunion site for 1970 came next. Some one nominated the old Woods Creek venue which has seen us every year (with two exceptions) since 1952, but public opinion came down heavily for our own block in Kangaroo Valley, Bob Younger was voted Reunion Convenor.
 In tribute to the late Taro (Walter Tarr) who died just after his 90th birthday, we observed silence; then the announcement that a plaque would be placed at Clear Hill - details to be given later.
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 ====== At Last - Mount Pomany ======
-Jim Brown.
+Jim Brown
-During the winter of 19539 some years before a network of fire
+During the winter of 1953, some years before a network of fire trails or military access roads were carved along the main ridge systems of the Northern Blue Mountains, I was out on a trip organised
-trails or military access roads were carved along the main ridge systems of the Northern Blue Mountains, I was out on a trip organised
+by Alex Colley from Putty via Mount Monundilla, Mount Coricudgy, Mount Uraterer and back to Putty. Somewhere along the bleak wind swept ridges between Monundilla and Coricudgy, we looked west and
-by Alex Colley from Putty via Mount Monundilla, Mount Coricudgy,
+north to a group of high basalt crowns, and Alex remarked that it was still country fit for bushwalker exploration. Amongst the most prominent points north from the long crest of Coricudgy were a conical peak (Coriaday) and a flat-top (Pomany).
-Mount 10aterer and back to Putty. Somewhere along the bleak wind-
-swept ridges between Monundilla and Coricudgy, we looked west and
-north to a group of high basalt crowns, and Alex remarked that it was still country fit for bushwaiker exploration. Amongst the most
-prominent points north from the long crest of Coricudgy were a conical peak (Coriaday) and a flat-top (Pomany).
-From that time forward both Coriaday and Pomany became symbolic
-for me of the places that must some day be visited, and when some rather more informative maps became available, about ten years later, I planned an assault on the two high points, following a route from Nullo Mountain via Coricudgy, Coriaday, down into Widdin Brook, on to Pomany and back along the connecting ridge to Nullo. The attempt
-was made in heat wave conditions In January 1964, and Coriaday was
-reached, but the parched march along the ridge north of Coriaday
-proved almost too much, and once I managed to get down into the agreeable pastures of Widdin Brook, noting could persuade me to go up on to the equally torrid dry ridge along the western wall of Widden Valley. A:t least there was the satisfaction of being one of the first walkers to enjoy a joust with the approaches to that particularly lovely valley.
+From that time forward both Coriaday and Pomany became symbolic for me of the places that must some day be visited, and when some rather more informative maps became available, about ten years later, I planned an assault on the two high points, following a route from Nullo Mountain via Coricudgy, Coriaday, down into Widdin Brook, on to Pomany and back along the connecting ridge to Nullo. The attempt was made in heat wave conditions in January 1964, and Coriaday was reached, but the parched march along the ridge north of Coriaday proved almost too much, and once I managed to get down into the agreeable pastures of Widdin Brook, noting could persuade me to go up on to the equally torrid dry ridge along the western wall of Widden Valley. At least there was the satisfaction of being one of the first walkers to enjoy a joust with the approaches to that particularly lovely valley.
-However, Romany still remained: other walkers playing around in Widden and its flanking mountains discovered the bridle track which runs north from Icullo, across a deep narrow saddle, past Yount Cox to Pomany: they als found a way up a creek on the western side of Widden which breaches tie cliff wall just below and south of Pomany. At least, when I made my August 1969 trip, I knew that Pomany could be reached from Widden and tiat the way back to Nullo Mountain was fairly easy going. Which wai, just as well, because at the outset of the trip I was getting over a sgularly loathsome head cold, and had scarcely enough wind to blow out candle.
+However, Romany still remained: other walkers playing around in Widden and its flanking mountains discovered the bridle track which runs north from Nullo, across a deep narrow saddle, past Mount Cox to Pomany: they also found a way up a creek on the western side of Widden which breaches the cliff wall just below and south of Pomany. At least, when I made my August 1969 trip, I knew that Pomany could be reached from Widden and that the way back to Nullo Mountain was fairly easy going. Which was just as well, because at the outset of the trip I was getting over a singularly loathsome head cold, and had scarcely enough wind to blow out candle.
-Shortly befo:-e 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning I drove to the northern end of Nullo Mountain, and at the terminal property gate where the mail loc.z carriea a name "The Range", saw a trail turning sharply to the right. I was almost certain this was the way to Cedar Creek and widdin, but decided to confirm it at the farm. It had been raining the previous day, the basalt soil was soft and sticky, the carts tyres carried a fat greasy deposit of mud, and t ere was no incentive to drive any further. After all, the further I drove now, the further to walk at the end of my planned circular route.
+Shortly before 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning I drove to the northern end of Nullo Mountain, and at the terminal property gate where the mail loc.z carriea a name "The Range", saw a trail turning sharply to the right. I was almost certain this was the way to Cedar Creek and widdin, but decided to confirm it at the farm. It had been raining the previous day, the basalt soil was soft and sticky, the carts tyres carried a fat greasy deposit of mud, and t ere was no incentive to drive any further. After all, the further I drove now, the further to walk at the end of my planned circular route.
 The farmer said Yes, that was the way to Tiddin, but why not leave the car inside his fence, where it may be safer. There were some dog traps to beware of on the first three miles of the M.:lain trail. I also asked about the lookdown into Denjang Creek on the other side of Null, got directions, and spent best part of the next two hours visiting the vantage points. It's quite an attractive view, but was not really worth the two hours lost: having once gone down Denjang Creek a few years ago, I was interested to look into it from above.
-Thus it was near enough to lunch wheh I parked inside the farmer's fence and turned towards CodaY. Creek and Widdin. In fact I ate almost as soon as I was really on the way and then followed the jeep trail out along the ridge north from Nullo.
+Thus it was near enough to lunch wheh I parked inside the farmer's fence and turned towards Coday Creek and Widdin. In fact I ate almost as soon as I was really on the way and then followed the jeep trail out along the ridge north from Nullo. It was quite easy pleasant going with some patched of grass covered volcanic soils and fairly open forest. At one point a wheel track veered sharply right and I was tempted to follow it, but elected to stay with the westerly trail. At three o'clock, just before the track entered a large grassy area with an outlying shanty, the trail forked again, and I became aware that a new creek was taking it rise in the centre of the ridge. The maps are quite inadequate (quarter inch to the mile) but it looked suspiciously like the head of Myrtle Creek, so I tried the right hand branch, found it led down to a dam, and came back to the clearing.
-It was quite easy pleasant going with some patched of grass covered volcanic soils and fairly open forest. At one point a wheel track veered sharply right and I was tempted to follow it, but elected
-to stay with the westerly trail. out three o'clock, just before the track enteroa a large grassy are a with an outlying shanty, the trail forked again, and I became aware that a new creek was taking it rise in the centre of the ridge. The maps are quite inadequate
+There I sat down for a brief spell, and went to sleep for half an hour. My barely cured cold and my early morning start from home were evidently catching up with me, and soon after going on at 3.45 p.m.,
-to the mi15) but it looked suspiciously like the head of Myrtle Cr.eelt, so I tried the right hand branch, found it led down to a dam, and came back to the clearing.
+I became intolerably tired. The weariness increased until it was such torment that I decided to stop for the night at the next water, even though my progress of only six or seven miles from the farm was most discouraging.
--Tere I Fat down for a brief spell, and went to sleep for half an hti Mybarely-Cured cold and my early morning start from home were evident,I3i catching up with me, and soon after going on at 3.45 p.m.,
-I lieCame izitolerably tired. The weariness increased until it was
+Dimly through my headache I was aware that I was going west of the supposed Myrtle Creek, and that I should never be able to drop into Cedar Creek as intended. I could scarcely have cared less. The track tilted downward through nice grassy country with light forest, then suddenly began to fall quickly into a rocky ravine where dissected ridges and rock faces glowing gold in the afternoon sun made it seem impossible that even a jeep track could get through. Just before five I came to the first water, threw up the tent, crawled into my sleeping bag and was asleep by 5.15. Apart from a midnight awakening and a snack of sardines and biscuits by torch light, I slept for almost thirteen hours, and awoke feeling wonderful.
-.such torM6nt-'tlat I decided to stop for the night at the next water, even though,my progress of only six or seven miles from the farm was most disCouraging.
-	Dimi3i- through my headache I was aware that I was going west of
-the supposed Myrtle Creek, and that I should never be able to drop into Cedar Creek as intended. I could scarcely have cared less.. The track tilted downward. through nice grassy country with light forest, then suddenly began to fall quickly into a rocky ravine where-disSected ridges and rock faces glowing gold in the afternoon sun made it
-Seem impossible that oven a jeep track could get through. Just before five I came to the first water, threw up the tent, crawled into my sleeping bag and was asleep by 5.15. Apart from a midnight awakening and a' snack of sardines and biscuits by torch light, I slept for almost thirteen hours, and awoke feeling wonderful.
+On the way before 7.0 a.m., the trail now crept down the gully, at times almost synonymous with the water course. After half an hour the valley widened, and the jeep trail was able to keep out of the creek most of the time, and an hour from camp I emerged into a lovely clearing, hemmed about by cliffs, with miles of grassland reaching ahead.
-On the way before 7,0 a.m., the trail now crept down the gully, at times almost synonymous with the water course. After half an hour the valley widened, and the jeep trail was able to keep out of the creek most of the time, and an hour from camp I-emerged into a lovely
+In the next hour before I passed the first farm, I was able to work out that I was certainly not in Cedar Creek which goes almost north until it is close to Widden Brook. This was probably Myrtle Creek (or Right Hand Flat) which joins Widden on an easterly courses. The assumption was confirmed when another stream and road entered on my right just before I came to Widdin at 10.0 a.m.
-clearing, hemmed about by	cliffs, -with miles of grassland
-reaching ahead.
-In the next hour before I passed the first farm, I was able to
+So far the morning had been cool and overcast, but gradually the sky was clearing, and by the time I was moving up Widdin Brook towards Holbrook property, there were wide streaks of blue sky, and sunlight
-work out that I was certainly not in Cedar Creek which goes almost
-north until it is close to Widden Brook. This was probably Myrtle
-	Creek (or Right Hand Flat) which joins Widden on an easterly courses
-the assumption was confirmed when another stream and road entered on my right just before I came to Tiddin at 10.0 a.m.
-So far the =nine had_ been cool and overcast, but gradually the
-sky was clearing, and by the time I was moving up Widdin Brook towards Holbrook property, there were wide streaks of blue sky, and sunlight
 on the lovely shaggy cliffs that flank the valley. The big decision was taken: as a concession to my feebleness, I would not do a reconnaissance up Blackwater Creek as planned, nor would I walk along the
-road up to Widdin. I would stay right down by the stream, crossing the paddocks and avoiding the occasional car and the well intentioned
+road up to Widdin. I would stay right down by the stream, crossing the paddocks and avoiding the occasional car and the well intentioned offers of a lift from its driver. Sufficient for the day to reach
-offers of a lift from its driver. Sufficient for the day to reach
+the point where I was to leave the valley and climb out to Mount Pomany.
-the point where I was to leave the valley and climb out to Mount Pomaay.
-Wilf Hilder once suggested that a basalt "spill" on the western side of the valley may give access to the range north of Pomany. I kept a lookout for it, and although I could not confirm that there was a basalt scree slope, there did appear to be at least one ridge
+Wilf Hilder once suggested that a basalt "spill" on the western side of the valley may give access to the range north of Pomany. I kept a lookout for it, and although I could not confirm that there was a basalt scree slope, there did appear to be at least one ridge that would "go" without rock climbing, I formed the opinion that it would leave a long trudge along the western wall to reach Pomany, so decided to stick to my programme of getting out via the creek.
-that would "go" without rock climbing, I formed the opinion that it would leave a long trudge along the western wall,to reach Pomany, so decided to stick to my programme of getting out via the creek.
-About 3.0 p.me the outlet of Blackwater Creek and the big stud
+About 3.0 pm the outlet of Blackwater Creek and the big stud property of Holbrook were passed. I was on the opposite (western) bank, and continued on over easy grassland to pass the last farm in Widdin, about 1 miles further up. Just north of the property a creek comes in on each side of Widdin; the one on the eastern side was my way into the valley in the 1964 heat wave trip; the western one was to be the way out this time.
-property of Holbrook were passed. I was on the opposite (western) bank, and continued on over easy grassland to pass the last farm in Widdin, about 1 miles further up. Just north of the property a
-creek comes in on each side of riddin; the one on the eastern side was my way into the valley in the 1964 heat wave trip; the western one was to be the way out this time.
+Quite early, only a little after 4 o'clock, I went up to the point where the creek issues from the ravine into the grassy slopes, and made a pleasant camp on one of the last level open patches amongst the casuarinas. A very comfortable and leisurely evening, disturbed only by my reluctance to eat anything, and then another long peaceful sleep.
-Quite early, only a little after 4 o'clock, I went up to the point where the creek issues from the ravine into the grassy slopes, and made a pleasant camp on one of the last level open patches amongst the casuarinas. A very comfortable and leisurely evening, disturbed only-by my reluctance to eat anything, and then another long peaceful sleep.
-The dawn again was grey and misty, but there was no menace in
+The dawn again was grey and misty, but there was no menace in it, wishy washy blue was visible through the morning haze as I moved off at 6.45. Travel up the creek was very slow, although it was not particularly rough going. Usually one could keep up on the slopes where the vegetation was reasonable. The main stream came from the southerly gully, and this was the one I followed passing through the first cliffy defile about 8.0 a.m. Immediately it was obvious there were other cliffs to negotiate, and the creek which had levelled out a little, would go on to the south quite a long way.
-it  wishy washy blue was visible through the morning haze as I moved off at 6.45. Travel up the creek was very slow, although it was not particularly rough going. Usually one could keep up on the slopes where the vegetation was reasonable. The main stream came from the southerly gully, and this was the one I followed passing through the first cliffy defile about 8.0 a.m. Immediately it was obvious there
-were other cliffs to negotiate, and the creek which had levelled out a little, would go on to the south quite a long way.
+Not far past the defile, a side stream dropped in from my right (west); its bed was clearly very steep and rugged, out immediately beyond it the slope up to the base of the cliffs was fairly open and appeared to have been "scuffed' by the passage of animals. I clambered up to the cliffs  not very far  and there it was, a beautiful chimney, practically a walkup, almost right on the shoulder of the ridge reaching up from the creek junction. Almost certainly it was the way other parties had climbed, out. Only had to take the pack off at one place and push it up eight feet to the next step, and at 8.45 I was out of the gorge and on the upper slopes.
-Not far past the defile, a side stream dropped in from my right
-(west); its bed was clearly very steep and rugged, 'out immediately
+"Upper slopes" can be a rather ambiguous term in this country. Widdin is about 1200' above sea level, the top of the cliff line say 2400', and the sandstone plateau about 2800'. However, on this sandstone bench the basalt tops are superimposed, rising another 800' or 1,000'. So Pomany, which looked so close at hand across the head of the side creek, stood another 1400' or 1500' above me, and in my debilitated condition, it took almost two hours before I could go any further. The total of four hours to climb up from Widdin Brook must be an all-time record for sloth.
-beyond it the slope up to the base of the cliffs was fairly open and appeared to have been "scuffed' by the passage of animals. I clambered
-up to the cliffs  not very far  and there it was, a beautiful chimney, practically a walkup, almost right on the shoulder of the ridge reaching up from the creek junction. Almost certainly it was the way other
+Unlike some of the other basalt tops in the northern Blue Mountains (for instance Coriaday, where the vegetation stops you seeing the view) Pomany is a good vantage point. Thin grasses and some scrub and small forest grow near the summit, but there are many places where uninterrupted views are to be had from the rim. It was still hazy, and the jumble of gorges and ridges to the north were all photographic possibilities, but over Widdin sunlight was glowing on the eastern cliffs.
+Visited the trig which is near the northern limit of the crest, and then went over the north western side, down a big basalt scree to the little clearing and the slab shanty which marks the end of the trail from Nullo. A very relaxed lunch there, savouring the satisfaction of reaching Pomany after all those year so
+the rest of the tale scarcely needs recounting, but it may be best to describe thee route briefly for the benefit of any others who may go that way, There is a bridle track all the way to Nullo, but it does get a bit vague in spots, notably where it skirts the western side of Mount Cox, Phil Butt once said that it "goes downhill all the way to tho saddle north of Nullo". Being of feebler physique, I wouldn't call it "downhill all the way" but the undulations are not unduly severe. The track sidles a great deal to get the easiest going and finally twists down into the saddle between Mount Cox and the north eastern slopes of Nullo. I looked down affectionately into the gulf of Hool'em Boy Creek (what a cattle-duffers' name) the way out, which I'd taken back in '64, and then made the long Gradual climb up to Nullo.
+Once on the rich basalt of Yullo and under the canopy of big trees, I felt back at home and was on the lookout for the spring which gave me refreshment in the heat wave. I missed it, as the bridle trail, still faint in spots, now winds along the eastern rim of Nullo. In fact, it was almost a waterless camp on Null, except for the puddle of semi-liquid yellow mud in a hole where a tree had been uprooted.
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+Tuesday morning was fine, but the valley of Widdin full of mist. Half an hour from starting, I came to the first property on the eastern side of the mountain; the fields were still white with frost, and I broke the sheet of ice to get at the water in a horse trough.
-parties had climbed, out. Only had to take the pack off at one place and push it up eight feet to the next step, and. at 8.45 I was out of the gorge and on the upper slopes.
-"Upper slopes" can be a rather aMbiguous term in this country. Widdin is about 1200' above- sea level, the top of the cliff line say 2400', and the sandstone plateau about 2800'. However, on this sandstone bench the basalt tops are superimposed, rising another 800' or 1,000'. So Pomany, which looked so close at hand across the head of the side creek, stood anoth6r 1400' or 1500' above me, and in my debilitated condition, it took almost two hours before I could go any further. The total of four hours to climb up from Widdin Brook must be an all-time record for sloth.
-Unlike some- of the other basalt tops in the northern Blue Mountains (for instance Coriaday, werc the vegetation stops you seeing the view) Pomany is a good vantage point. Thin grasses and some
-scrub and small forest grow near the summit, but there are many places where uninterrupted views are to be had from the rim. It was still hazy, and the jumble of gorges and ridges to the north were all photographic possibilities, but over Widdin sunlight was glowing on the eastern cliffs.
-Visited the trig which is near the northern limit of the crest, and then went over the north western side, down a big basalt scree to the little clearing and the slab shanty which marks the end of the trail from Nullo. A very relaxed lunch there, savouring the satisfaction of rea8hing Pomany after all those yearso
-The- rest of th'e tale scarcely needs recounting, but it may be best to describe the'routo briefly for the benefit of any others who may go that way, There is a bridle track all the way to Nullo, but it does F;et a bit vague in spots, notably where it skirts the western side of Mount Cox, Phil Butt once said that it "goes downhill all the way to tho saddle north of Nullo". Being of feebler physique, I wouldn't call it "downhill all the way" but the undulations are not unduly severe. The track sidles a great deal to get the easiest going and finally twists down into the saddle between Mount Cox and the north-eadtern slopes of Nullo. I looked down affectionately into the gulf of.Hool 'em Boy Creek (what a cattle- duffers' name) the way out,whick I'd taken back in '64, and then made the long Gradual climb up to-gullo.
-Once on the rich basalt of Yullo anclunder the canopy of big trees, I felt back at home and was on the lopkout for the spring which gave me refreshment in the heat wave. -PaU, I missed it, as
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+Then the clouds boiled up out of the gorges, and as I trudged back along the road to the north end of the mountain, a Scotch mist driven by a cool damp wind settled over the high country. Just three days in elapsed time from arrival at the gate of "The Range" - at ten in the morning - I saw the track junction and the fence and the car emerge from the swirling fog.
-the bridle trail, still faint in spots, now winds along the eastern
-rim of Nullo. In fact, it was almost a waterless camp on Null, except for the puddle of semi-liquid yellow mud in a hole where a tree had been uprooted.
-Tuesday morning was fine, but the valley of Tiddin full of mist.
-Half an hour from starting, I came to the first property on the
-eastern side of the mountain; the fields were still white with frost, and I broke the shoot of ice to get at the water in a horse trough.
-Then the clouds boiled up out of the gorges, and as I trudged back
-along the road to the north end of the mountain, a Scotch mist driven by a cool damp wind settled over the high country. Just three days in elapsed time from arrival at the gate of "The Range" - at ten in the morning - I saw the track junction and the fence and the car emerge from the swirling fog.
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 The proposed trip was Mount Wanganderry (off the Wombeyan Caves Road), along the tops to Belloon Pass and down to the Nattai to camp. Then back up the Nattai and return to Mt. Wanganderry via the Surveyor's Crag.
-Friday night was place we had not gone strument panel. Sure don't have fan bolts) eventually yielded to cloudy. After transhipping at Barry Wallace's many miles when a red light showed up on the in,- enough, a broken V belt. (Not fan belt, V.W. TS is . The retaining nut was not easily loosened. but Barry's determination. Then came the problem of
+Friday night was cloudy. After transhipping at Barry Wallace's place we had not gone many miles when a red light showed up on the instrument panel. Sure enough, a broken V belt. (Not fan belt, V.W. TS's don't have fan belts).The retaining nut was not easily loosened but eventually yielded to Barry's determination. Then came the problem of positioning the new belt over the pulley wheels. Somehow or other, this was managed and we drove off in the light rain.
-positioning tho new belt over the pulley wheels. Somehow or other, this was managed and we drove off in the light rain.
 At Mittagong, we stopped at Mike Short's grandparents' cottage where we were plied with tea and toast made before an open fire. After thanking our hosts for their hospitality we set off again, turning into
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 On turning off the Caves Road we saw that Joan Rigby's party, which was going via Wanganderry Greek and Rocky Waterhole's Creek to Hill Top, was about to bed down for the night. Joan warned us about the six inches of slush which lay on the road ahead. We were relieved to find that she had been pulling our leg, and after opening and closing five more gates, we eventually came to David Cotton's utility and tent, where we camped the night.
-We were up at 6.30 am. After much effort we produced a sizzling fire and were able to eat a sustaining breakfast. Then off on the track.
+We were up at 6.30 am. After much effort we produced a sizzling fire and were able to eat a sustaining breakfast. Then off on the track. On climbing the big green hill we could see the little green hill from which we entered into what was left after the bushfire of last summer. We made good time until Pat Harrison pointed out that we should not be going west. After finding the right ridge we carried on. (Raining). We then came to a confusing piece of country. Pat headed out along a west running ridge, Mike in another direction, to see what they could see. Pat returned with reports of the sighting of something vaguely resembling Bonnum Pic, but very obscure due to the mist. If it was indeed the peak, we knew just where we wee.
-On climbing the big green hill we could see the little green hill from which we entered into what was left after the bushfire of last summer. We made good time until Pat Harrison pointed out that we should
-not be going west. After finding the right ridge we carried on. (Raining). We then came to a confusing piece of country. Pat headed out along a west running ridge, Mike in another direction, to see what they could see. Pat returned with reports of the sighting of something vaguely resembling Bonnum Pic, but very obscure due to the mist. If it was indeed the peak, we knew just where we wee.
 Fifteen minutes' walking confirmed all. We now entered the region of large outcrops of bare rock which made navigation impossible, but happily provided us with an overhang for a lunch spot. Two independent forays for water were both successful so we were able to make a large billy of tea. (Raining). We set off after carefully dousing the fire. The prospective, Rhonda Willis, was very impressed by our solicitude.