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-CONTENTS.
-A Walk to Wallabadah	Pat Harrison. Z
+====  CONTENTS ====
-Target for 12 Years	Jim Brown	6
-Mt. Equipment Ad	10
-Hope Observed	Observer	11
-Joy ReMembered	II	12
-Paddy's Ad	14
-The December General Mooring J. Brown	15
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, Northooto Building, Roiby Place,Circular Quay, Sydney. POSTAL ADDRESS: Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney 2001.
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+|A Walk to Wallabadah	 |Pat Harrison   |2     |
+|Target for 12 Years	 |Jim Brown	 |6     |
+|Hope Observed	         |Observer	 |11    |
+|Joy Remembered		 |Observer       |12    |
+|December General Meeting|J. Brown	 |15    |
-Editor:	Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Road, Engadine 2233
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, Northcote Building, Reiby Place, Circular Quay, Sydney. **Postal address:** Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney 2001.
-Business Manager: Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118
-Typist:	Christa Younger, 71 Yarran Road, Oatley, 2223
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-Illustrators: Helen Gray, 209 Malton Road, Epping 2121
+|**Editor         ** |Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Road, Engadine 2233  |
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford 2118|
+|**Typist         ** |Christa Younger, 71 Yarran Road, Oatley 2223  |
+|**Illustrators**    |Helen Gray, 209 Malton Road, Epping 2121      |
-MIMINI10 O.NOMINNI
-The Sydney Bushwalkers
+===== The Sydney Bushwalkers =====
 January, 1970.
-A Walk to Wallabadah
+==== A Walk to Wallabadah ====
 Pat Harrison
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 Jim Brow
-I suppose you could say it _Fas Pba Harrisonyfno started it alls, well, at-least he revived an old flame that had been dormant for about ten years.
+I suppose you could say it was Pat Harrison who started it all, well, at least he revived an old flame that had been dormant for about ten years.
-Originally it was back in 1957 that I developed a yearning to visit Broken Rock, that elongated Mount Solitary formation which is the northern end of the ridge dividing Green Wattle Creek and Butchers Creek. The trouble was that I considered it should be practicable to do the trip comfortably in an ordinary two day weekend, and it didn't turn out that may,	-
+Originally it was back in 1957 that I developed a yearning to visit Broken Rock, that elongated Mount Solitary formation which is the northern end of the ridge dividing Green Wattle Creek and Butchers Creek. The trouble was that I considered it should be practicable to do the trip comfortably in an ordinary two day weekend, and it didn't turn out that way.
-Over the next two years I made three abortive attempts to reach Broken Rock Trig. The first started from Yerranderie you could stbill 4eive there via Burragorang at that time Jack Gentle anct,l'An. Mite joined me in the jaunt, and the plot was to follow
-s Main Range to Branfan, droP into Butchers Creek, and tackle ange from the saddle immediately south of Shoebridge Mountain, isty weather and lack of time thwarted.us, and we wont back via the Kowmung.
-A few months later I was at it again; this time from Bimlow, the lower Cox River and Green riattle Creek, It was a solo trip in high summer, and I couldn't find any break in the cliff overlooking:, Fritz's Creek. I decided I was too young to die of heatstroke and retreated again.
+Over the next two years I made three abortive attempts to reach Broken Rock Trig. The first started from Yerranderie you could still get  there via Burragorang at that time Jack Gentle anct,l'An. Mite [Heather Joyce] joined me in the jaunt, and the plot was to follow the Main Range to Branfan, drop into Butchers Creek, and tackle ange from the saddle immediately south of Shoebridge Mountain. Misty weather and lack of time thwarted us, and we went back via the Kowmung.
-The third bid  once again from Yerranderie, and in company with Heather Joyce (Mite), Alex Colley and Don Matthews  came nearest to success. We went over Bull Island Gap and down the top of Green Wattle Greek, then climbed out into one of the deep saddles in the divide to the west. However, between that point and Broken Rock Trig was another high section with three roughly conical tops, than another deep saddle and finally the knife edge up to Broken Rock. By 4.30 p.m. on the Saturday we were on the third  the most northerly  of the three pimples on the centre part of the range, and it was obviously too far to the northern outlier of the divide. We gave it best, camped on Butcher's Creek and returned on a cold, squally Sunday via Scott's Main and Byrnes Gap.
-At that stage I threw up my.hands in disgust, declared
-that Broken Rock grapes were sour, and wrote it off. Except that, over the years I occasionally found myself locking at it on maps  especially after new and detailed sheets were finally published some four or five years back.
+A few months later I was at it again; this time from Bimlow, the lower Cox River and Green Wattle Creek. It was a solo trip in high summer, and I couldn't find any break in the cliff overlooking Fritzs Creek. I decided I was too young to die of heatstroke and retreated again.
-.	The Sydney Bushwa,lker.	Ja,nuary-,19:1-0
-Thou Pat Harrison took a party over it on the Anzac Holiday week-end, coming in from ,Katangra by the .Gingra-Range and Cedar, - Road. It was reported 'Cuite .fully in the magacT.ine a few months ) ago, and the story. mentioned. .a bit of rudimentai" y rock climbing on the southern end of the rango.s -there was a reference tothe which gives the range its name, and :is the only way off except for the onde: -and *there was 46 miWT10/1( of any rock werk on the - northern ridge. I -verified this information from  Pat and brooded over it. It would be good for morale to got the best of Broken Rock. All right, we'd do it 3 but we'd throw in a third 7y,__and--; tackle it from a new quarter.
-Putting the plan into execution I left the car at 'vlecllo*-Gap about 7 a.m. on the last Friday in September. Havinc concluded dt was not going to rain in the next 48 hours (and it didn't) I left the tent behind and made fairly brisk time down the aite _Dog 'iro road to the junction of Cos and_ Kowinung 'Rivers. 2,-fter recent rains Warragamba was up to full storage level, and there was-still wator only two hundred yards below the junctionc	r
+The third bid  once again from Yerranderie, and in company with Heather Joyce (Mite), Alex Colley and Don Matthews came nearest to success. We went over Bull Island Gap and down the top of Green Wattle Greek, then climbed out into one of the deep saddles in the divide to the west. However, between that point and Broken Rock Trig was another high section with three roughly conical tops, than another deep saddle and finally the knife edge up to Broken Rock. By 4.30 p.m. on the Saturday we were on the third  the most northerly  of the three pimples on the centre part of the range, and it was obviously too far to the northern outlier of the divide. We gave it our best, camped on Butcher's Creek and returned on a cold, squally Sunday via Scotts Main and Byrnes Gap.
+At that stage I threw up my hands in disgust, declared that Broken Rock grapes were sour, and wrote it off. Except that, over the years I occasionally found myself looking at it on maps especially after new and detailed sheets were finally published some four or five years back.
+Then Pat Harrison took a party over it on the Anzac Holiday week-end, coming in from Katangra by the Gingra Range and Cedar Road. It was reported 'Cuite fully in the magazine a few months ago and the story mentioned a bit of rudimentary rock climbing on the southern end of the ranges.  There was a reference to the which gives the range its name and is the only way off except for the onde: and *there was 46 miWT10/1 of any rock werk on the northern ridge. I verified this information from  Pat and brooded over it. It would be good for morale to get the best of Broken Rock. All right, we'd do it 3 but we'd throw in a third 7y,__and--; tackle it from a new quarter.
+Putting the plan into execution I left the car at 'vlecllo*-Gap about 7 a.m. on the last Friday in September. Having concluded it was not going to rain in the next 48 hours (and it didn't) I left the tent behind and made fairly brisk time down the aite _Dog 'iro road to the junction of Cos and Kowmung Rivers. After recent rains Warragamba was up to full storage level, and there was still water only two hundred yards below the junction.
 There followed about three hours up the KOy.t1.42.11g; one of my
-crossings coinciding with a black snake who was syrimming. towards the west bank as I waded to the east. -132-ter early lunch I  labored out at New Yards CT G CiC and fairly early in the .afternoon
+crossings coinciding with a black snake who was swimming towards the west bank as I waded to the east. After an early lunch I  labored out at New Yards CT G CiC and fairly early in the afternoon passed the Catholic '.,'Talkers t Chapel 04 Scotts Main Range.
-passed the Catholic '.,'Talkers t Chapel 04 Scott s Main Rang.e..
-.	.
-A fet hundred yards further south and I was striking off along a ridge to the east. Judging from the map, the northern side of this spur could bring me down into Butchers Greek below the 400 ft, contour, where I could be marooned by Warragamlla water on the western banks so I tended to veer south, and found myself heading straight for the middle of Broken Rock Range. However, it was a nice open spur, and let me down into Butchers Creek in time for afternoon tea, and consideration of the next move
+A few hundred yards further south and I was striking off along a ridge to the east. Judging from the map, the northern side of this spur could bring me down into Butchers Greek below the 400 ft contour, where I could be marooned by Warragamba water on the western banks so I tended to veer south, and found myself heading straight for the middle of Broken Rock Range. However, it was a nice open spur, and let me down into Butchers Creek in time for afternoon tea, and consideration of the next move.
-It seemed sensible to go downstream-until I was opposite the northern limit of the cliff line, passing on the way quite a few evidences of farming activity in the days before the flooding of the valley - bits of old fencing wire, short lengths of rough  road, even a small herd of half wild cattle. Finally. I camped just above the slack water on a wide flat with open forest. .
-The next day was to be Broken Lock Day, of cburse9 so I was boiling my eggs by torchlight at 5.0 a.m. with the first glimmers of dawn behind the cliffy range, and moved oft 5.409 For maybe lir miles it was a gentle aScent on open ridges, with the northern shoulder of the -range lifting_sharPly abead, and by 7 o'clock I was on the crumbling shalY stuff of the buttress. It was simply very steep, with no real Obstacles, and 7.30 brought me to the first
-.	The Sydney Bushwalker.	January, 1970.
+It seemed sensible to go downstream until I was opposite the northern limit of the cliff line, passing on the way quite a few evidences of farming activity in the days before the flooding of the valley - bits of old fencing wire, short lengths of rough road, even a small herd of half wild cattle. Finally I camped just above the slack water on a wide flat with open forest.
-crest, at map reference Bimlow 352062.
-The way ahead now dropped slightly, and followed the rim of a kind of causeway leading to the end of the cliff line. The morning was brilliant, the eastern slopes vanishing into a hazy golden film of light, with ghostly timbered slopes rising beyond. I was ,surprised how little of the Cox Valley I could descry on that side. Far westw4rd, over beyond the Wild Dog Mountains and in Negalong, smoke was rising and maldng the distant hills - last minute burning off before the 1st October, I assume.
-The causeway section, and a further climb of about 500 feet brought 'no by about 8.15 to the first true top of the Range (map ref. 347042). From that point it became a succession of ups and downs along the saw-toothed western rim. Pat's party reported the same. The scrub is moderate, the wild flowers at the end of September were very fine, the westerly outlook impressive, with the humps of the Gangerangs west and south. The going was rather tedious, however, and slow - so slow.
+The next day was to be Broken Lock Day, of course so I was boiling my eggs by torchlight at 5.0 a.m. with the first glimmers of dawn behind the cliffy range, and moved off at 5.40. For maybe five miles it was a gentle ascent on open ridges, with the northern shoulder of the range lifting sharply ahead, and by 7 o'clock I was on the crumbling shalY stuff of the buttress. It was simply very steep, with no real Obstacles, and 7.30 brought me to the first crest, at map reference Bimlow 352062.
-Somewhere about 11.0 a.m. I came to a place whEre the cliff appeared to break down. I examined it carefully, as this was the proposed route off the range and came to the conclusion that it would "go" unless any lower line of cliff, invisible from the top, was in the way. Just beyond I took an early lunch, conserving my carried flask of water, as there had not been any obvious supply on the tops so far.
-The pack was loft at the lunch spot, and with just a camera I went on to the highest point, Broken Rock Trig 2506', twenty minutes or so to the south. Once on it, it was obviously the top of the range, with a nice outlook south to the blue breaks around Yerranderie, and the three coned top next south along the ridge. It TZS eiLetly noon, the light erong but hazy, and thate wera-no shadows in the gorges, so I took only a couple of "record" shots. The trip point is a stout pole mounted in a pile of rocks, some of which have tumbled away, so that the whole affair has a drunken lean. A queer target to be one's objective so long, but none the less satisfying to make it.
+The way ahead now dropped slightly, and followed the rim of a kind of causeway leading to the end of the cliff line. The morning was brilliant, the eastern slopes vanishing into a hazy golden film of light, with ghostly timbered slopes rising beyond. I was surprised how little of the Cox Valley I could describe on that side. Far westward, over beyond the Wild Dog Mountains and in Megalong, smoke was rising and maldng the distant hills - last minute burning off before the 1st October, I assume.
+The causeway section, and a further climb of about 500 feet brought me by about 8.15 to the first true top of the Range (map ref. 347042). From that point it became a succession of ups and downs along the saw-toothed western rim. Pat's party reported the same. The scrub is moderate, the wild flowers at the end of September were very fine, the westerly outlook impressive, with the humps of the Gangerangs west and south. The going was rather tedious, however, and slow - so slow.
+Somewhere about 11.0 a.m. I came to a place where the cliff appeared to break down. I examined it carefully, as this was the proposed route off the range and came to the conclusion that it would "go" unless any lower line of cliff, invisible from the top, was in the way. Just beyond I took an early lunch, conserving my carried flask of water, as there had not been any obvious supply on the tops so far.
+The pack was left at the lunch spot, and with just a camera I went on to the highest point, Broken Rock Trig 2506', twenty minutes or so to the south. Once on it, it was obviously the top of the range, with a nice outlook south to the blue breaks around Yerranderie, and the three coned top next south along the ridge. It TZS eiLetly noon, the light erong but hazy, and thate wera-no shadows in the gorges, so I took only a couple of "record" shots. The trip point is a stout pole mounted in a pile of rocks, some of which have tumbled away, so that the whole affair has a drunken lean. A queer target to be one's objective so long, but none the less satisfying to make it.
 That follows is always anti-climax: the return to the pack took only 15 minutes and the descent via the "Teak" into the warmth of the westering sun was slow and thirsty over loose crumbly surface well litteted with slippery leaves and twigs. But it was also uneventful, and I made afternoon tea by Butcher's areek, before going downstream to the foot of the ridge which had deposited me on the stream about 24 hours earlier. Then up to Scott's Main Range to sleep under brilliant stars at the Catholic Walkers' clearing.
 The final morning had a dreamlike. quality. There were several steam-hauled tour trains abroad tha I was keen to sight. To fit in with their schedules, I moved off at 3.30 a.m. and saw:-
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