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-Dear Sir,
+Dear Sir
-In forwarding renewal of subscription I wish to express
-disappointment at the lack of news in the Magazine. Apart from the valiant efforts of "The Observer", Pat Harrison and JiD Brown, there is nothing except adverts. and blank pages. Jim Brownts report of the monthly general meetings only conveys such news as is brought
-forth from matters arising, but surely there must be other news amongst a couple of hundred active people. For example, there was no mention of one member; namely Paddy Pallin with Reg Meakins, going to the base of Mount Everest. No news of the success or otherwise of clubroom entertainments. No Federation Report (when I was a delegate there was always a carbon copy to the Ed.). The fact that Prank Ashdown was back from overseas was not mentioned. Apart from announcements from the Chair, which those Who have no need to attend the Clubroom don't hear, there is no written communication between the Committee and the bulk of the Members. Surely there must be something arising in Committee which would be of general interest.
+In forwarding renewal of subscription I wish to express disappointment at the lack of news in the Magazine. Apart from the valiant efforts of "The Observer", Pat Harrison and Jim Brown, there is nothing except adverts. and blank pages. Jim Brown's report of the monthly general meetings only conveys such news as is brought forth from matters arising, but surely there must be other news amongst a couple of hundred active people. For example, there was no mention of one member, namely Paddy Pallin with Reg Meakins, going to the base of Mount Everest. No news of the success or otherwise of clubroom entertainments. No Federation Report (when I was a delegate there was always a carbon copy to the Ed.). The fact that Frank Ashdown was back from overseas was not mentioned. Apart from announcements from the Chair, which those who have no need to attend the Clubroom don't hear, there is no written communication between the Committee and the bulk of the Members. Surely there must be something arising in Committee which would be of general interest. There are, or should be, if sufficient members can be found, four on Committee without portfolio, one of whom could be made liaison officer with the Editor on such matters as are not confidential to the Committee. Surely there is one person, regularly in the Clubroom, with one ear to the ground, who constantly gleans news and can give a written account of it to the Editor. At one time the Social Secretary wrote up coming events in the magazine so as to give people some clue as to what the entertainment consisted of. And bods were encouraged to write up in advance the highlights of forthcoming trips. I doubt if there have been any detailed directions published on how to get to the Kangaroo Valley land - surely someone takes some pride in the acquisition and wants all to see it.
-There are, or should be, if sufficient members can be found, four
-on Committee without portfolio, one of whom could be made liaison officer with the Editor on such matters as are not confidential to the Committee. Surely there is one person, regularly in the Clubroom, with one ear to the ground, who constantly gleans news and can give a written account of it to the Edr, At one time, the Social Sec. wrote up coMing events in the mag0 so as to give people some clue as to what the entertainment consisted of. And bods were encouraged to write up in advance the highlights of forthcoming trips. I doubt if there have been any detailed directions published on how to get to the Kaligarbo Valley land  surely someone takes some pride in the acquisition and wants all to see it.
-As the NonActive sees it, he hears more outside the Club than is conveyed by the Magazine. There is a wide gap somewhere in the Club communication system.
+As the nonactive sees it, he hears more outside the Club than is conveyed by the Magazine. There is a wide gap somewhere in the Club communication system.
 BRIAN HARVEY
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-Saturday night was spent in the comfort of the Wybornsi weekender at Mt. Wilson. The majority of the party bludged around and watched T.V. beside the fire while it was misty and wet outside.
+===== A Dog of a Time Down Claustral =====
-Sunday morning after the party had grouped at Mt. Tomah, we reluctantly set out down the ridge towards the creek.- Accompanying us was a small friendly grey four-legged furry female animal (dog) which passed the point of no return and was destined to be the first four-legged abseiler down Claustrel. It enjoyed quite an interesting walk down to the first small bomb and swim, where it soon lost its courage and cried and whimpered (like some of the other members of the party.)
-Vre proceeded down the creek to the first major bonb where on completion we had one unhappy wet scraggy dog and 15 unhappy wet scraggy "canyoneersl Not far past this we commenced the abseil section. Three ropes were set 1_113 in the usual manner and the party began abseiling through the thundering waterfalls into the cold gloomy watery depths below. Because there was a shortage of small slings with provision for four legs, one of our gallant members volunteered his pack to safely transport the dog to the bottom of the abseils. Due to circumstances beyond everyones control the swim at the end of the third abseil was unavoidable.
+Saturday night was spent in the comfort of the Wyborn's weekender at Mt. Wilson. The majority of the party bludged around and watched T.V. beside the fire while it was misty and wet outside.
-After this a quick sprint, brought us to the usual lunchspot whore a blazing fire was lit and well-used. Our fine furry friend decided it was time to stretch its cold paws on dry land and it rolled around in the dust trying to soak up every bit of available warmth in the earth. It was obvious that it had left its "picnic lunch" at home, so we all donated a few morsels to the worthy cause.
+Sunday morning after the party had grouped at Mt. Tomah, we reluctantly set out down the ridge towards the creek. Accompanying us was a small friendly grey four-legged furry female animal (dog) which passed the point of no return and was destined to be the first four-legged abseiler down Claustral. It enjoyed quite an interesting walk down to the first small bomb and swim, where it soon lost its courage and cried and whimpered (like some of the other members of the party.)
-With many moans and groans we continued our journey down to the last swim, where we had to suffer the initial. agony before the satisfaction of finding ourselves nearly, home.
+We proceeded down the creek to the first major bomb where on completion we had one unhappy wet scraggy dog and 15 unhappy wet scraggy "canyoneers". Not far past this we commenced the abseil section. Three ropes were set in the usual manner and the party began abseiling through the thundering waterfalls into the cold gloomy watery depths below. Because there was a shortage of small slings with provision for four legs, one of our gallant members volunteered his pack to safely transport the dog to the bottom of the abseils. Due to circumstances beyond everyones control the swim at the end of the third abseil was unavoidable.
-The dog had unfortunately suffered from "Claustrelphobia" but once on the ridge it recovered sufficiently to bound home before us.
+After this a quick sprint brought us to the usual lunchspot whore a blazing fire was lit and well-used. Our fine furry friend decided it was time to stretch its cold paws on dry land and it rolled around in the dust trying to soak up every bit of available warmth in the earth. It was obvious that it had left its "picnic lunch" at home, so we all donated a few morsels to the worthy cause.
+With many moans and groans we continued our journey down to the last swim, where we had to suffer the initial agony before the satisfaction of finding ourselves nearly home.
+The dog had unfortunately suffered from "Claustralphobia" but once on the ridge it recovered sufficiently to bound home before us.
+===== Jagungal Man =====
 ************************* By Jim Brown ****************************
-Some weeks after the trip was over, I was talking about it
-to Don Matthews, who had been in the same area a few days earlier, when he asked, "Are you a Jagungal Man too?"
-Although this sounds r,thor like a relic from pre-history - such as a Neanderthal Man or the Peking Man - I knew what he meant. There are Places in the high snow plains which do not
-always appeal at first, but they grow on you, catch the imagination, and call you b ck again. Perhaps it is the sheer size and silence of the country that captures one.
-I had first visited Jaguncal at the beginning of my earliest walk in the Snowy Mountains, in 1947, and, as far as I can recall, was not iareatly impressed. The place was pleasant, but seemod uniformly grey-green in colnur, and nothing like so spectacular as the abrupt cliffs and blue gorges of other areas I had walked. It was not until a day or two after jagungal that I began to come under the spell of the high plains, and although I went back to the Snowy Mountains of N.S.T. and Victoria on many later trips, I didn't revisit Jagungal.
-Late last year with a December-January holiday in view, and daughter enthusing over the prospect of a week at a "Teen Ranch," Kath and I got around to discussing what we might do at the same time. It was agreed that the high country is practically the only area where one can walk in comfort in high summers but not the Kosciusko Albina - Upper Snowy River which had been done to death in a series of summer camps. What about the Brindabella Range, west of Canberra, rising to more than 6,000 feet in places? 'Tell, to do anything really worth-while there it would entail a good deal of hill climbing and we felt like taking it easy.
-Presently 7ath said "Could we got in to Jagungal?' - the high isolatea hummock we had often seen from Kosciusko. After a map reconnaissance, it was pretty obvious that one could plan a fairly easy jagunEal walk, coming in from the north. I said, "It's nice, gently rolling country, with good camping, but nothing like so dramatic as the Main Range are." I was not yet a Jaa-ungal man.
-One of the dubious benefits (from the walker's viewpoint) of operations by the Snowy Mountains Authority is the construction
-of the Kiandra Cabramurra Tumut River - Khancoban road, Using this access, we reached a point near Round Mountain where finger Posts indicated the way to Grey Mr,TO Hut and Jagungal, and
+Some weeks after the trip was over, I was talking about it to Don Matthews, who had been in the same area a few days earlier, when he asked, "Are you a Jagungal Man too?"
-after an early lunch started off along the Toolong Range.
+Although this sounds rather like a relic from pre-history - such as a Neanderthal Man or the Peking Man - I knew what he meant. There are places in the high snow plains which do not
-The track is almost a roar:1.n however it would be a bold
+always appeal at first, but they grow on you, catch the imagination, and call you back again. Perhaps it is the sheer size and silence of the country that captures one.
-motorist who took a conventional car more than three or four miles south of Round 7ountain0 The whole of the way is through
-snow plain country with odd pat Los of forest, and the ridge
-undulates gently, but reains generally within the compass of 5000ft - 5300 ft. In this season, following a winter of poor snows, the wild flowers :ore oaly, and whole fields of yellow bachelors buttons, white, yello,7 and purple daisies, buttercups and eyebrights reached cut ahead of us.
+I had first visited Jagungal at the beginning of my earliest walk in the Snowy Mountains, in 1947, and, as far as I can recall, was not greatly impressed. The place was pleasant, but seemed uniformly grey-green in colour, and nothing like as spectacular as the abrupt cliffs and blue gorges of other areas I had walked. It was not until a day or two after Jagungal that I began to come under the spell of the high plains, and although I went back to the Snowy Mountains of N.S.W. and Victoria on many later trips, I didn't revisit Jagungal.
+Late last year with a December-January holiday in view, and daughter enthusing over the prospect of a week at a "Teen Ranch," Kath and I got around to discussing what we might do at the same time. It was agreed that the high country is practically the only area where one can walk in comfort in high summers but not the Kosciusko - Albina - Upper Snowy River which had been done to death in a series of summer camps. What about the Brindabella Range, west of Canberra, rising to more than 6,000 feet in places? Well, to do anything really worth-while there it would entail a good deal of hill climbing and we felt like taking it easy.
+Presently Kath said "Could we get in to Jagungal?' - the high isolated hummock we had often seen from Kosciusko. After a map reconnaissance, it was pretty obvious that one could plan a fairly easy Jagungal walk, coming in from the north. I said, "It's nice, gently rolling country, with good camping, but nothing like so dramatic as the Main Range area." I was not yet a Jagungal man.
+One of the dubious benefits (from the walker's viewpoint) of operations by the Snowy Mountains Authority is the construction of the Kiandra - Cabramurra -Tumut River - Khancoban road. Using this access, we reached a point near Round Mountain where finger posts indicated the way to Grey Mare Hut and Jagungal, and after an early lunch started off along the Toolong Range.
+The track is almost a road however it would be a bold motorist who took a conventional car more than three or four miles south of Round Mountain. The whole of the way is through snow plain country with odd patches of forest, and the ridge undulates gently, but reains generally within the compass of 5000ft - 5300 ft. In this season, following a winter of poor snows, the wild flowers :ore oaly, and whole fields of yellow bachelors buttons, white, yello,7 and purple daisies, buttercups and eyebrights reached cut ahead of us.
 Not long after leaving the car we topped a gentle rise; fororard ond left us was the valley of the T.7pcor Tumut River -
 a relatively gentle hollow at this point, - and beyond that was a groy-groon mountain rising wail above its outliers. Fissured