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 February's minutes were duly signed, the President reporting on the special activity arranged for A.B.C. TV and including some very youthful walkers: and advertising that walkers would be enlisted to distribute conservation pamphlets to visitors to the Boyd Plateau - Kanangra region. Correspondence included a letter from the National Parks Service explaining the basis of the year's ban on camping at most of Burning Palms and mentioned that various regions in the Royal National Park were being given a chance to regenerate by being closed down to camping in rotation. A letter from Warwick Deacock asked our permission for a group of shoolboys to camp at Coolana under his general supervision during the May school holidays and offered a "rental" of $1.40 per head.
-On the latter item two motions weree put ferward - one to permit the camping, which was agreed to; and second, that no fee be charged. The latter point was disputed, since the camp was presumably a "commercial enterprise" and the camping charge included in the fee charged each boy. Finally, it was resolved to accept Mr. Deacock's offer, and to request that an indemnity be given against anyone suffering injury etc. whilst camped on Coolana.
+On the latter item two motions were put forward - one to permit the camping, which was agreed to; and second, that no fee be charged. The latter point was disputed, since the camp was presumably a "commercial enterprise" and the camping charge included in the fee charged each boy. Finally, it was resolved to accept Mr. Deacock's offer, and to request that an indemnity be given against anyone suffering injury etc. whilst camped on Coolana.
-At this stage the annual business of adopting reports and financial statements were transacted, without significant comment, except a question as to where the typewriter acquired during the year had been posted in expenditure - later it appeared it was included under "Repairs". The President declared vacant all Club Offices, and the elections followed with results already given in tha March magazine. Remarkably we almost had as one of the Vice Presidents one SPIR KETAS - the more remarkable as Spiro was writing up the results on the blackboard.
+At this stage the annual business of adopting reports and financial statements were transacted, without significant comment, except a question as to where the typewriter acquired during the year had been posted in expenditure - later it appeared it was included under "Repairs". The President declared vacant all Club Offices, and the elections followed with results already given in the March magazine. Remarkably we almost had as one of the Vice Presidents one SPIR KETAS - the more remarkable as Spiro was writing up the results on the blackboard.
 Next, annual subscriptions, where the retiring Treasurer proposed an increase of annual subscriptions to $7 normal single membership, $9 married couples, and $4 for full-time students. Supported by Auditor Gordon Redmond, it was carried with only one notable dissentient - Owen Marks, who opposed the rise "on princip1e".
-Back to the day-to-day business, the monthly financial statement showed a closing balance of $737 at the end of February, and Wilf presented his account of walks matters, commencing with the weekend 15-16-17 February. Owing to the leader's ill health the Bungonia/Jerrara Creek trip was cancelled, and the weather being rather poor there were no starters for Jim Vatiiotis' prowl at Beecroft Peninsula. However 14 people went out on JOe Marton's day jaunt at Blackheath and had mainly fine weather.
+Back to the day-to-day business, the monthly financial statement showed a closing balance of $737 at the end of February, and Wilf presented his account of walks matters, commencing with the weekend 15-16-17 February. Owing to the leader's ill health the Bungonia/Jerrara Creek trip was cancelled, and the weather being rather poor there were no starters for Jim Vatiliotis' prowl at Beecroft Peninsula. However 14 people went out on Joe Marton's day jaunt at Blackheath and had mainly fine weather.
 The following weekend's goings included a trip into Wollongambe Creek conducted by Helen Gray, which was known to have gone but details were not available. For David Cotton's final appearance as a bee-keeper three people were around, but unhappily the bees "weren't behaving very well". Quite a good crew went out on the orienteering day planned by Wilf Hilder and Carl Bock, spending the morning in brooding over compass readings and map study and the afternoon in a practice navigational walk.
-The newprogramme commenced with a trip led by Alan Round on to the plateaux and creeks around Ettrema, but it was not reported how it went. David Rostron on the same dates had 8 folk on lilos down the Cox - a most successful trip, with the stream full and only about 200 yards actually walked on the river. The day walk, Keith Brown's trip to Marley, attracted 21 and went as planned.
+The new programme commenced with a trip led by Alan Round on to the plateaux and creeks around Ettrema, but it was not reported how it went. David Rostron on the same dates had 8 folk on lilos down the Cox - a most successful trip, with the stream full and only about 200 yards actually walked on the river. The day walk, Keith Brown's trip to Marley, attracted 21 and went as planned.
 For the second weekend of March Hans Beck had no starters to go to the Nattai - weather was abominable. Perhaps it was better up north where 8 people were on the Gloucester Tops with Christine Kirkby, only one feature of the programmed trip - Mt. Barrington - being excluded. Ron Hodgson's party of 9 went out in mist and rain, and visited the Crater across the Wollongambe, returning via part of the gorge along that stream. Finally, John Holly had 9 also on a trip from Wondabyne into the Kariong country, using a convenient overhang as shelter at lunch time.
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 To begin with, it looked as if all was going well for Frank and me, George and Owen, the original members of the party, still had no plane booking out of Sydney when we two boarded our direct flight to Delhi. It seemed like a pleasant diversion when we flew to Melbourne for extra fuel, but our reactions went from surprise to concern to alarm as we landed in Bangkok, then Karachi, then Tehran. (Teheran temperature -3°, Frank in his T-shirt, shorts and sandals, looked a little out of place in the winter snow.) Not to worry - a plane was waiting to take us back to Delhi. We ate our third breakfast in a row and settled back to review the starkly magnificent Iranian landscape.
-Twentythree and a half hours after leaving Sydney, we arrived at our destination.
+Twenty-three and a half hours after leaving Sydney, we arrived at our destination.
 Delhi - a maze of narrow streets and miniature buildings. Imagine Rowe Street, Sydney but with vendors and their stalls in front of every building, people lying down to sleep, or squatting to urinate; hundreds more people on the move, together with tri-shaws, taxis, buses, healthy sacred cattle and living skeletons of dogs; food stalls with unrecognisable food and equally unrecognisable smells. After nearly a day's wanderings, 90% of the time not knowing even in which direction, a man selling bananas provided us with our first meal. (We were to average one meal a day for the next few weeks, usually because our days were too full to find time for eating.)
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+=====  Chronicles Of Tasmania '74.  =====
-CHRONICLES OF TA.1,11ALIA,_214t. by Kath Stuart.
+by Kath Stuart.
-The notes on which the chronicles are based were not at first intended as such rather they were of a therapeutic nature for a mind grown vague with misuse/disuse (t;:iough in undertaking this I. am getting more therapy. than I bargained for, & style, and consequently the reader, suffers). I felt that a..few wellchosen (i"rom the associative point of view) words would do wonders fox. the memory. Dates were also included to keep things in roughly chronological order, but little else. Primary sources are thus often too scanty and in these cases I have had. to rely on. my unreliable memory, so, intending readers, be warned ; the following is merely BASED on fact, or an approximation to f..t. Names have not been. changed as there were no innocents.
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+The notes on which the chronicles are based were not at first intended as such; rather they were of a therapeutic nature for a mind grown vague with misuse/disuse (though in undertaking this I am getting more therapy than I bargained for, & style, and consequently the reader, suffers). I felt that a few well-chosen (from the associative point of view) words would do wonders for the memory. Dates were also included to keep things in roughly chronological order, but little else. Primary sources are thus often too scanty and in these cases I have had to rely on my unreliable memory, so, intending readers, be warned; the following is merely BASED on fact, or an approximation to fact. Names have not been changed as there were no innocents.
-, The bulk of the party was flying SydneyMelbourneHobart on Saturday morning (Feb 16th). I caught the train to Melbourne and was fortunate enough to have the seat nex-b. to me vacant for the duration of the journey, which' was thus bearable because I was conscious only half the time. 'What kept waking me up was the immovable wooden divider between the seats whal.`ch necessitated all kinds of physical con-bortions.
-Melbourne at night made a first Vivid impression of Strine and enormous flashing traffic lights. Past that I can't make any comparisons, but a few Tasmanian ones are due to appear around the last instalment, should anyone have the stamina to read that far.' I had hoped to catch the boat to Tasmania, but the syn chronisation would have got me to the appointed meeting place (T.A.A. terminal, Hobart) either 36 hours too early (raising problems of accommodation) or 6 hours too late.. I therefore arranged to fly, from Melbourne.' On arrival at my loading ramp at Tullamarine on Saturday morning, th om should I espy but Rosemary Edmonds, eyeing her. surroundings (including myself) dispassionately; on being greeted she evinced more enthusiasm, and directed me to the rest of the party, huddled in the corner of the lounge: Bill Burke, Dot Butler, George Gray, Bill Hall, Peter Levander, Tina Matthews, Bob Hodgson, Laurie Quaken, . Theo Penglis 9 Larry Moss',, Barry Wallace, Rod Peters, Gem Gagne, Heather Finch. Spiro Ketas. was off geteting seat allocations or something; apparently we were all On the same flight.
+The bulk of the party was flying Sydney-Melbourne-Hobart on Saturday morning (Feb 16th). I caught the train to Melbourne and was fortunate enough to have the seat next to me vacant for the duration of the journey, which was thus bearable because I was conscious only half the time. What kept waking me up was the immovable wooden divider between the seats which necessitated all kinds of physical contortions.
-After takeoff the countryside dwindled to model proportions: pinky
-brown patchwork with a browner shade of muddy danas and. milky turquoise sea. Here ,and. there were blocs of different colour making an abrupt contrast a black cluster of. patchwork (tar pits?) and something similar in a bright, =
+Melbourne at night made a first vivid impression of Strine and enormous flashing traffic lights. Past that I can't make any comparisons, but a few Tasmanian ones are due to appear around the last instalment, should anyone have the stamina to read that far. I had hoped to catch the boat to Tasmania, but the synchronisation would have got me to the appointed meeting place (T.A.A. terminal, Hobart) either 36 hours too early (raising problems of accommodation) or 6 hours too late. I therefore arranged to fly from Melbourne. On arrival at my loading ramp at Tullamarine on Saturday morning, whom should I espy but Rosemary Edmonds, eyeing her surroundings (including myself) dispassionately; on being greeted she evinced more enthusiasm, and directed me to the rest of the party, huddled in the corner of the lounge: Bill Burke, Dot Butler, George Gray, Bill Hall, Peter Levander, Tina Matthews, Bob Hodgson, Laurie Quaken, Theo Penglis, Larry Moss, Barry Wallace, Rod Peters, Gem Gagne, Heather Finch. Spiro Ketas was off getting seat allocations or something; apparently we were all on the same flight.
-uniform vermillion.. This was soon lost beneath a cloud layer, which masked
-the advent of Tasmania beneath us, until we began dropping and. pine trees
+After take-off the countryside dwindled to model proportions: pinky brown patchwork with a browner shade of muddy dams and milky turquoise sea. Here and there were blocs of different colour making an abrupt contrast - a black cluster of patchwork (tar pits?) and something similar in a bright, uniform vermillion. This was soon lost beneath a cloud layer, which masked the advent of Tasmania beneath us, until we began dropping and pine trees became evident in the gaps. Out we shot, over the delta, over the harbour, then spun round on one wing and skimmed over a sand-dune onto the runway. The airport, which consists of two loading and/or disembarking gates, was hopelessly overcrowded. We struggled through out to the bus terminal, where we waited for our luggage, pounced on it (I pounced on the wrong pack and had to drag it back again), loaded it into the bus for the city, struggled back inside to get bus tickets (the smart and the initiated had done this on the way out) and finally got the entire party established, although spread over two buses.
-became evident in the gaps. Out we shot, over the delta, over the harbour,
-then spun round. on one wing and. skimmed over a sanddune onto the runway. The airport, which consists of two loading and/or disembarking gates, was hopelessly overcrowded., We struggled through out to the bus terminal, where we waited for our luggage, poun ced on it (I pounced on the ,wrong pack and. had to drag it back again),, loaded. it into the bus for the city, struggled back inside to get bus tickets (the smart; and the initiated had -done this on the way out) and. finally got the entire party established, ,although spread. over two buses.
+Upon arrival at the terminal in town (around 11.30?) there was a great redistribution of food, changing of clothes and attempts to remedy the unsatisfactory rescheduling of some people's return flight. A disreputable looking character sitting in the lounge of the terminal turned out to be Phil Butt, who had come down early for three weeks practice. As a result, he was given the heaviest articles of food, ending up with a seventy pound pack. Amidst this turmoil Spiro discovered that his pack hadn't been loaded onto the bus. There were frantic telephonings to the airport and promises that the pack would be there in half an hour.
-Page 10 TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALIMR April, 1974.
-Upon arrival at the terminal in town (around 11.30?) there was a
+A few sallies into the city were made by those posting letters or buying gymboots. In Melbourne it had been sunny, with the promise of a hot day; in Hobart the air had a crisp feel in it, like a very sunny day in the snow. Hardly anything was open and hardly anyone about in the city, though there were odd pockets of activity. On our return two weeks later we had the time to wander round at leisure and it was discovered that the change from one metropolitan division to the next was very rapid (compared to Sydney at least); there were only a few blocks of shops and offices (some buildings in this section were only a couple of storeys and even the taller ones were not very tall, nor in great proliferation) and then presto you were in suburbia, which itself was hardly extensive.
-great redistribution of food, Changing of clothes and attempts to remedy the unsatisfactory rescheduling of some people's return flight. A disreputable looking character sitting in the lounge of the terminal turned out
-to be Phil Butt, who had come (down early for three weeks practice. As a result, he was given the heaviest articles of food, ending up with a seventy
+We finally left the terminal in our chartered coach at 12.30, but there were still the accommodation arrangements to be made for the two nights to be spent in Hobart on return from the wilds. We drove to the motel, Bill Burke ducked inside, and returned flaunting a 10% discount for group booking. Then we were off - for half an hour. This time it was a stop at a "modern" (red-brick) but inexplicably isolated pub for a counter lunch. Then out again to the coach, where some members felt the necessity to sleep it off and the long seat across the back was in popular demand.
-pound pack. Amidst this turmoil Spiro discovered that his pack hadn't been
-loaded onto the bus. There were frantic telephonings to the airport and promises that the pack would be there in half an hour.
+Yet another stop was made: while one looked for a letter-box, another bought sketch pad and pencil and several others returned bearing grapes, pears, etc. Fortunately for the fiscal state of affairs there were no more stops within reach of "civilisation".
-A few sallies into the city were made by those posting letters or buying gyMboots. In Melbourne it had been sunny, with the promise of a hot day; in Hobart the air had a crisp feel in it, like a very sunny day in the snow.
-Hardly anything was open and hardly anyone about in the city, though there were odd pockets of activity. On our return two weeks later we had the time to wander round at leisure and it was discovered that the change from one metropolitan division to the next was very rapid (compared to Sydney at
+For the next few hours we travelled in a southerly direction: the sun shining in the right-hand side windows caused a mass exodus in search of somewhere cooler, a disgusting waste, when you think that this was the first sunshine we Sydneyites had seen for weeks. Perhaps after living like troglodytes for so long this sudden prolonged exposure to strong sunlight was somewhat debilitating.
-least); there were only a few blocks of shops and offices (same buildings in this section were only a couple of storeys and even the taller ones were not very tall, nor in great proliferation) and then presto you were in suburbia, which itself was hardly extensive.
-We finally left the terminal in our chartered coach at 12.309 but there were still the accommodation arrangements to be made for the two nights to be spent in Hobart on return from the wilds. We drove to the motel,
+After traversing a succession of increasingly deteriorating roads we reached the "turn-off" to Cockle Creek: a corduroy track barely wide enough for the coach, with a large sign stating "2 ton load limit on all bridges beyond this point". Our intrepid driver proceeded regardless, although first informing us that the coach weighed 12 tons unladen, and there was an average of fifteen people to the ton. Pack weight was not calculated. The first bridge was 10 ft. long and spanned a gully about 4 ft. deep. All piled out and walked across before the coach inched over, directed by several people. It was noted at this point that its sides tended to project beyond the sides of the bridge. The next bridge was somewhat longer (about 30 ft.) and the same distance above the water. Several people walked out to test it: two happened to step in unison and it began to rock and sway gently in the breeze, while we peered between the occasional crushed planks to the beercans in the murky depths below. Those who have been following the text closely will realise that it was at this stage we commenced our journey on foot.
-Bill Burke ducked inside, and returned flaunting a 10% discount for group booking. Then we were off - for half an hour. This time it was a stop
-at a nmodern" (red-brick) but inexplicably isolated pub for a counter lunch. Then out again to the coach, where some members felt the necessity to sleep it off and the long seat across the back was in popular demand.
+After a short walk along a road drenched with late afternoon sun, hedged by blackberry bushes, and with occasional glimpses of the sea a few yards away through the gums on our left, we reached Twin Creek beach, setting up camp at the further creek: there was one at each extremity of the beach. Readers can draw their own conclusions about the significance or otherwise of the crude galvanised iron sign, emblazoned "Camp Run-a-muck", which was found nailed to a jacaranda growing to one side.
-Yet another stop was made: while one looked for a letter-box, another bought sketch pad and pencil and several others returned bearing grapes,
-pears, etc. Fortunately for the fiscal state of affairs there were no more stops within reach of "civilisation".
+The beach was separated from the road for most of its length by a narrow strip of bushes - mainly blackberry and swordgrass. While the sun was out the combination of white sand and crystal clear water was too much to resist, and a few people swam, despite the coldness of the water and the adverse asides of the sour-grapists about getting oneself covered in itchy salt.
-For the next few hours we travelled in a southerly direction: the sun shining in the right-hand side windows caused a mass exodus in search of somewhere cooler, a disgusting waste, when you think that this was the
-first sunshine we Sydneyites had seen for weeks. Perhaps after living like troglodytes for so long this sudden prolonged exposure to strong sun-
+By this time tents were established, and upon Heather's instigation - "Can we choose who we sleep with?" - tent partners were chosen rather than allocated. Perhaps Heather was feeling anti-social that night, but she slept out, down on the sand under the stars. Dot made a comfortable bed on an enormous pile of ferns under a second jacaranda, but everyone else played safe and slept in a tent.
-light was somewhat debilitating.
- After traversing a succession of increasingly deteriorating roads we
+The evening was further notable in that Bob manufactured himself a pair of thongs out of kelp (seaweed with long, flat, wide "leaves") with soles about ¼" thick; __everyone__ participated in cooking by doing their own steaks (methods ranged from frying in garlic sauce to immersion in hot ashes); and I went to bed early. The usual hard core of night owls - there are some on every trip - stayed up till the usual all hours, but not having been one of them I was sleeping lightly enough, at 3 a.m., to wake up when the full moon rose above the trees and shone directly into my face with brightness rivalling that of a search light. I decided sleep was hopeless and spent a chilly half-hour wandering up and down the beach, watching phosphorescent waves and twinkling stars and the lighthouse light in the right hand distance, before returning to my nice, warm sleeping bag to listen to the cockies in the tree next door stealthily but ceaselessly cracking nuts. The moon must have woken them up too, and like General Bullmoose they had no consideration for anyone who wanted to sleep.
-reached the turn-off" to Cockle Creek: a corduroy track barely wide enough for the coach, with a large sign stating "2 ton load limit on all bridges beyond this point". Our intrepid driver proceeded regardless, although
-first informing us that the coach weighed 12 tons unladen, and there was an
+The next day (Sunday 17th) there was time for a fairly leisurely breakfast and a swim (optional) before setting off for Cockle Creek, plucking blackberries from bushes as we passed. Cockle Creek, "the southernmost inhabited point of Tasmania", was the last "residential" area we saw before arriving at Danny King's at the end of the trip. The beach was bordered by a continuous dune, which dropped to low-lying, short-grassed ground scattered with bushes. Two family cemetry plots about four foot square, one fenced by wrought-iron railings were investigated. Deaths ranged in time from the 1830's to the 1940's and in cause predominantly drowning and war casualty with a few illnesses thrown in for good measure. This little stop considerably cheered me as it meant a chance to get packs off for those who were as yet unused to the tough pace (we averaged 5 km in per day) before the first dreaded button-grass plain of the trip ("Miss a step and you're up to your eyeballs in mud!").
-average of fifteen people to the ton. Pack weight was not calculated.
-The first bridge was 10 ft. long and spanned a gully about 4 ft. deep. All piled out and walked across befor6 the coach inched over, directed by several people. It was noted at this point that its sides tended to project beyond
+Alongside the track ran a wooden railway line and we were treated to a prolonged (several hours) definition of the difference between trams, trains, railway lines, tramlines, trains on tramlines and trams on railway lines with examples and cross-references, plus short but recurrent digressions on gauge size, the Australian railway industry of the nineteenth century in general as related to Tasmania specifically, and other such edifying snippets of information.
-Page 11 ints SYDNEY BUSHVIALICER April, 1974.
-the sides of the bridge. The next and. the same distance above the wat it: two happened to step in unison the breeze, while we peered between beercans in the murky depths below. closely-will realise that it was at
+After a series of ridges (a series of disappointments since, over each one, I expected to see the sea, signalling the attainment of one more intermediate goal) we slid over the lip of a sand cornice and onto our first long Tasmanian beach. At the far end we stopped under a rocky overhang for lunch. Fresh water was available from a choice of two creeks. The most impressive thing about Tasmania is that it's so unpolluted: you can drink out of any stream you came to without fear of ill-effects as long as you're not downstream from sock washers or in the midst of inhabited areas.
-bridge was somewhat longer (about 30 ft.) er. Several people walked out to test and it began to rock and sway gently in the occasional crushed planks to the
-Those who have been following the text this stage we commenced our journey on foot.
+It was another hot, sunny day and the swimming here was sampled by all. It was even more enjoyable than Twin Creek beach because the sun was right up above, the water clearer, the beach broader and much longer. There was this feeling inherent in the atmosphere of wide open spaces and total isolation; apart from us there isn't another human being for miles turn away and you're all by yourself; the "wide open spaces" are there solely for __your__ enjoyment. This feeling became stronger as the trip progressed, when the surmounted obstacles between us and civilisation had grown more numerous, and reason couldn't protest that there was a settlement only a couple of miles and hills away.
-After a short walk along a road drenched with late afternoon sun, hedged by 'blackberry bushes, and with occasional glimpses of the sea a few yards away through the gums on our left, we reached Twin Creek beach, setting up camp at
-the further creek: there was one at each extremity of the beach. Readers
+Next stop was two beaches along: River Lagoon. Some went over the top, but most took the track round the foot of the cliffs rock-hopping on a slope of geometrically shaped (because they'd split along planes) slabs. The sun was now directly overhead and the going very hot. Heather had already developed blisters and walked barefoot the last half mile or so.
-can draw their own conclusions about the significance or otherwise of the crude galvanised iron sign, emblazoned "Camp Run-a-muck", which was found nailed to a jacaranda growing to one side.
-The beach was separated from the road for most of its length by a narrow strip of bushes - mainly blackberry and swordgrass. While the sun was out the
+The camp spot was well back from the beach, right next to the lagoon in a forest of tall guns (E. regnens and E. obliqua according to a forester with a party going the other way). Several trees had been ring-barked; perhaps someone intends to enlarge the camping area.
-combination of white sand and crystal clear water was too much to resist, and a few people swam, despite the coldness of the water and the adverse asides of the sour-grapists about getting oneself covered in itchy salt.
-By this time tents were established, and upon Heather's instigation -"Can we choose who we sleep with?" - tent partners were chosen rather than,a4ocated. Perhaps Heather was feeling anti-social that night, but she slept out, down on the sand under the stars. Dot made a comfortable bed on an enormous pile of ferns under a second jacaranda, but everyone else played safe and slept in a tent.
+That afternoon it began drizzling and the next morning (Monday 18th) was overcast, with occasional heavy showers and frequent light ones. It was decided that we remain the day, and a small but eager band waded the lagoon mouth and set off along the rocks to continue their lobster-fishing of the afternoon before, blithely promising to provide dinner. Uncle Bill Burke, the Q.M., put on the beans to soak all the same. Despite expert advice from Peter and a couple of very near misses, only one more lobster was added to the two (now rather smelly) of yesterday. Meanwhile Phil was both educational and entertaining as he asserted that the sport was "lobster-crustaceaning" rather than "lobster-fishing". The lack of success was beginning to pall and the discussion shifted to the feasibility of swimming out to a lobster boat, which was anchored comparatively close at 100 yards, and buying some. There were no volunteers. The problem was solved when the boat came in alongside the rocks, threw one end of a rope to Dot and Peter, and the other end, attached to a heavy bag, into the sea. The booty was quickly hauled out and the contents inspected as the fishermen chugged off amid cheers of heartfelt gratitude. After this incident, most went triumphantly campwards with the spoils, to begin the gargantuan task of cooking and counting (and also to indulge in a bit of oxometry, it must be confessed).
-The evening was further notable in that Bob manufactured himself a pair
-of thongs out of kelp (seaweed with long, flat, wide "leaves") with soles about
+Tuesday, 19th: left at 8 a.m. and walked 9 km. arriving Sandstone Creek in time for lunch. This was another first - the Great Mud Monster of Tasmania at last left signs of his existence: in rain forest, in ti-tree, in flat button-grass plains and swampy "everglades". In this last gloomful section, several crocodiles were almost-sighted slithering silently into the slimy squelchemire of the track, or disappearing behind the bullrushes (swordgrass). Being as yet unused to the normal state of south-west Tasmanian tracks (responsible for the infamous "south-west Tassie wrinkled prune effect") I began tying to avoid the mud. My ingenuity and acrobatic achievements (including swinging from tree to tree and slowing my downhill rate by pulling up swordgrass by the roots) maximised with the volume and area of mud. Speed slowed to an unsteady 2 knots, especially on the last downhill stretch where exhaustion had set in. Most of the time my gaze was fixed firmly on my own feet, but in the short intervals between downhill dashes I could see several people in front of me, descending by the same method: a spreadeagled, staggering stride to the nearest tree, which is embraced in several turns of a drunken waltz. This enables you to slow down, gauge distance, slope and obstacles to the next tree, and let go at the appropriate moment. If your tree is wide enough you just run straight into it, and improve your chances of reaching the next one by launching yourself towards it. This method of progression continues right down the hill, on an amazing combination of the anatomical extremities.
-- thick; e-172a2112 participated in cooking by doing their own steaks (methods ranged from frying in garlic Sauce to immersion in hot ashes); and I went to bed early. The usual hard core of night owls - theretre some on every trip - stayed up till the usual all hours, but not having been one of them I was sleeping lightly enough, at 3 a m., to wake up when the full moon rose above the trees and shone aj-rectly into my faCe with brightness rivalling that of a search light. I decided sleep was hopeless and spent a chilly half-hour wandering up and down the beach, watching phosphorescent waves and twinkling stars and the lighthouse light in the right hand distance/ before returning to my nice, warm sleeping bag to listen to the cookies in the tree next door stealthily but ceaselessly cracking nuts. The moon must have woken them up too, and like General Bullmoose they had no consideration for anyone who wanted to sleep.
-The next day (Sunday 17th) there Was time for a fairly leisurely breakfast and a swim (optional) before setting off for Cockle Creek, plucking blackberries from bushes as we passed. Cockle Creek, "the southernmost inhabited point of Tasmania", was the last "residential" area we saw before arriving at Danny King's at the end of the trip. The beach was bordered by a continuous dune, which dropped to low-lying, short-grassed ground scattered with bushes. Two family cametry plots about four foot square, one fenced. by wrought-iron railings were investigated. Deaths ranged in time from the 1830's to the 1940's and in cause predominantly drowning and_ war casualty with a few illnesses thrown in for good measure. This little stop considerably cheered me as it meant a
+By the time I staggered into lunch camp a fire was in the making and several bodies lay about in prone positions, firmly ensconced in trance-like states of recuperation. I lapsed into my own for several minutes, then wandered dazedly down to the creek to fill a waterbag, wash shoes, socks, feet, legs and de-leech. As far as mud went, this was the dirtiest day of the trip: everyone was solidly coated in it up to mid-calf, after which it began to thin out in stages according to the height of the individual.
-Page 12 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALEER April, 1974.
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+The track crossed the creek onto a steep slope covered for a yard or so with very short grass, then thick bushes contoured by the wind sweeping up the gully. Almost immediately it (track) disappeared over what seemed to be a cliff (on close inspection it proved merely to bear a very close resemblance), while the creek ran over a waterfall; both dropped some 20 or 30 feet to the "beach" below, only with slightly different gradients. Granite Beach was well-named; down this end it consisted entirely of small boulders, worn smooth and round by the waves, green-wet or grey-dry. Back in camp I discovered a ravenous appetite, and more people staggering in. They seemed to be hungry too. The shouts of "Here,comes the cheese!" and "Hurray for the cheese!" which greeted the arrival of George were indicative of the prevailing hysteria, though bushwalkers tend to think that kind of thing funny even on "normal" occasions. Cheese thereafter dominated George's life: it became a standing joke and George was only himself when he didn't have his pack on. Such wit could only have been sharpened by hunger. For the next hour or so the air was fraught with sounds of mastication only, most people devoting all their energy to this serious business.
-***40c-****-)4t-*******x x
-MOUNTAIN
+Camp was set up on two sides of a wide gorge a little further along the beach, out of which issued a creek several times larger than Sandstone Creek. The boulders stretched for a short distance beyond, then were replaced by sand mixed with dark brown soil. By dint of skilful hatchet work on Phil's part (clearing, cutting tent pegs, quelling insubordination), seven tents and a fire were established on the far side of the creek, while Spiro, Rod, Gem and Barry camped in splendid isolation on the other. At this stage the party broke up: the fishing enthusiasts (their ranks greatly swelled) went and caught rock cod for tea, and the other bods either explored, or washed and then smoked their garments, or tended the fire and prepared the dehyds. For a time I was content to engage in these activities; then, feeling I should be doing something constructive, but not too ennervating (like washing my hair) I went and made use of Sandstone Creek falls. It was the most convenient people-washing place of the whole trip, and I thoroughly recommend it to anyone going through in the future as a luxury not to be missed. The only significant hindrance was the lack of level space on which to stand or put soap. However, these problems can be overcome by sitting on a stone, with feet in a thoughtfully provided hole, and soap in teeth. Fortunately, I didn't have to go to this extreme.
-EQUIPMENT
-* * * * * * * *
+A roaring fire encouraged a lot of people to stay up longer than normal tonight; meanwhile we were entertained again (for the second consecutive night) by Bob and his trusty harmonica, playing requests and inspirations - there were even some themes from "Bolero". As a finale to the evening, Dot sang the beginning of a soap opera about a Barcelonio-an with homicidal tendencies named Antonio; before the last few stragglers turned in for a very comfortable night's rest, despite the extreme cold.
-D1F YOU ARE*******.***********4*****
-*xxx*******4******4***
+__End of Part One__. - To be continued in our next. Don't miss it!!
-BUYING OR HIRING HIRING :OR BUING
-BUYING OR HIRING HIRING OR BUYING
+Read about the Corpse at Surprise Bay! The mysterious Birthday Cake! The Orgy at Priori Beach and subsequent sightings of Streakers!! And what about the gruesomely-named Deadman's Cove? - was there a connection with the stench of rotting, unidentifiable organic matter in adjacent Lousy-Bay??
-WALKING * C.AMPING
-WALKING ... CAMPING
+ALL THIS AND MORE IN PART TWO.
-GEAR FOR
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-Page 13 THE SYDNEY BUSEWALKER April, 1974.
- chance to get packs off for those who were as yet unused to the tough pace (we averaged 5 in per day) before the first dreaded button- ass plain of the trip ("Miss a step and you're up to your eyeballs in mudI"),
+=====  Federation Report - Meeting Help 19/3/74.  =====
-Alongside the track ran a wooden railway line and we were treated to
-a prolonged (several hours) definition of the difference between trams, trains, railway lines, tramlines, trains on tramlines and trans on railway lines with examples and cross-references, plus short but recurrent digressions on gauge size, the Australian railway industry of the nineteenth century in general as related to Tasmania specifically, and other such edifying snippets of information.
-After a series of ridges (a series of disappointments since, over each one, I expected to see the sea, signalling the attainment of one More intermediate goal) we slid over the lip of a sand cornice and onto our first long Tasmanian beach. At the far end we stopped under a rocky overhans, for lunch. Fresh water was available from a choice of two creeks. The most impressive thing about Tasmania is that it's so unpolluted: you can drink cut of any
-stream you came to without fear of ill-effects as long as you're not downstream from sock washers or in the midst of irilembited areas.
-It was another hot, sunny day and. the swimming here irv7,s SarL.Pleal by all It was even more enjoyable than Twin Greek beach because the sun was right up
-above, the water clearer, the beach broader and much longer. There was this
-feeling inherent in the atmosphere of wide open spaces and total isolation; apart from us there isn't another human being for miles turn away and you're
-all by yourself; the "wide open spaces" are there solely for our enjoyment. This feeling became stronger as the trip progressed, when the surmounted ob-
-stacles between us and civilisation had grown more numerous, and reason couldn''z protest that there was a settlement only a couple of miles and hills away.
-Next stop was two beaches along: aver Lagoon. Some went over the top,
-but most took the track round the foot of the cliffs rock-hopping on a slope of geometrically shaped (because they'd split along planes) slabs. The sun
-was now directly overhead and the going very hot. Heather had already developed blisters and. walked barefoot the last half mile or so.
-The camp spot was well back from the beach, right next to the lagoon in
-a forest, of tall guns CE. regnens obliqua according to a forester with a party going the other may). Several trees had been ring-barked] :3 perhaps someone intends to enlarge the camping area.
-That afternoon it began drizzling and the next morning (Monday 18th) was overcast, with occasional heavy showers and frequent light ones. It was decided that we remain the day, and. a small but eager band_ waded the lagoon mouth and set off along the rocks to continue their lobste:7-fishing of the
-afternoon before, blithely promising to provide dinner. Uncle Bill Burke, the Q.11., put on the beans to soak all the same. Despite expert advice from Peter and a couple of very near misses, only one more lobster was added to the two (now rather smelly) of yesterday. Meanwhile Phil was both educational and entertaining as he asserted that the sport was "lobster-crustaceaning" rather than "lobster-fishing% The lack of success was beginning to pall and the discussion shifted to the feasibility of swimming out to a lobster boat, which
-Page 14 TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1974.
-. e
-was anchored comparatively close at 100 yards, and. buying sane. There were no volUnteers. The problem was solved when the boat came in alongside the rocks, threw one end of a rope to Dot and Peter, and the other end, attaphed' to a heavy bag, into the sea. The booty was quickly hauled out and the contents inspected as the fishermen chugged off amid cheers of heartfelt gratitude. After this incident, most went triumphantly campwards with the Spoils, to begin the gargantuan task of ccdking and counting (and also to indulge in a bit of oxometry, it must be confessed).
-Tuesday, 19th: left at 8 a m. and walked 9 km. arriving Sandstone Creek
-in time for lunch, This was another first - the Great Mud Monster of
-Tasmania at last left signs of his amistences in rain forest, in ti-tree, in flat button-grass plains and swampy neverglades". In this last gloom-
-ful section, several crocodiles were almost-sighted slithering silently into the slimy squelchelive of the track, or disappearing behind the bullrushes (swordgrass). Being as yet unused to the normal state of south-west Tasmanian tracks (responsible for the infamous /south-west Tassie wrinkled prune effect") I began tying to avoid the mud. My ingenuity and acrobatic achievements (including swinging free' tree to tree and slowing my downhill rate
-by pulling up swordgrass by the roots) maximised with the volume and area of mud. Speed slowed to an unsteady 2 knots, especially on the last down-
-hill stretch whore exhaustion had set in. Most of the time my gaze was
-' fixed firmly on my own feet, but in the short intervals between downhill
-dashes I could see several people in front of me, descending by the same
-method: a spreadeagled, staggering stride to the nearest tree, which is embraced in several turns of a drunken waltz. This enables you to slow down, gauge distance, slope and obstacles to the next tree, and let go at the appropriate moment. If your tree is wide enough you just run straight into it, and improve your chances of reaching the next one by launching yourself towards it. This method of progression continues right down the hill, on an amazing combination of the anatomical extremities.
-By the time I staggered into lunch camp a fire was in the making and several bodies lay about in prone positions, firmly ensconced in trancelike states of recuperation.. I lapsed into my own for several minutes, then wandered dazedly down to the creek to fill a waterbag, wash shoes, socks, feet, legs and de-leech. As far as mud went, this was the dirtiest day of the trip: everyone was solidly coated in it up to mid,calf, after which it began to thin out in stages according to the height of the individual.
-The track arossed the creek onto a steep slope covered for a yard or so with very short grass, then thick bushes contoured_ by the wind sweeping up the gully. Almost immediately it (track) disappeared over what seamed to be a cliff (on close inspection it proved merely to bear a-very close. resemblance), while the creek ran over a waterfall; both dropped some 20 or 30 feet to the "beach" below, only with slightly different gradients. Granite Beach was well-named; down this end it consisted entirely of small boulders, worn smooth and round by the waves, greewet or grey-dry. Back in camp I discovered a ravenous appetite, and more people staggering in. They seemed to be hungry too. Tho shouts of "Here,comes the cheese!" and
-nEurray for the cheese!" which greeted the arrival of George were indicative
-Page 15 TEE SYDNEY 3:3USHWATKPal April, 1974.
-Of the prevailing hysteria, though bushwalkers tend to think that kind of thing funny even on "normal"-Occasions. Cheese thereafter dominated George's life: it became,a standing joke and George was only himself when he didn't have his pack on. Such wit could only have been sharpened by hunger. For the next hour or so the air was fraught with sounds of mastication only, most people devoting all their energy to this serious business.
-Camp was set up on two sides of a wide gorge a little further along the beach, out of which issued a creek several times larger than Sandstone Creek. The boulders stretched for a short distance beyond, then were replaced by sand mixed with dark brown soil. By dint of skilful hatchet work on Phil's part (clearing, cutting tent pegs, quelling insubordination), seven tents and a fire were established on the far side of the creek, while Spiro, Rod, Gem and Barry camped in splendid isolation on the other. At this stage the party broke up: the fishing enthusiasts (their ranks greatly swelled) went and caught rock cod for tea, and the other bods either explored, or washed and then smoked their garments, or tended the fire and prepared the dehyds. For a time I was content to engage in these activities; then, feeling I should
-be doing something constructive, but not too ennervating (like washing my hair) I went and made use of Sandstone Creek falls. It was the most convenient
-people-washing place of the whole trip, and I thoroughly recommend it to anyone
-going through in the future as a luxury not to be missed. The only signif-
-icant hindrance was the lack of level space on which to stand or put soap.
-However, these problems can be overcome by sitting on a stone, with feet in a thoughtfully provided hole, and soap in teeth. Fortunately, I didn't
-have to go to this extreme.
-A roaring fire encouraged a let of people to stay up longer than normal
-tonight; meanwhile we were entertained again (for the second consecutive
-night) by and his trusty harmonica, playing requests and inspirations - there were even some themes from "Bolero". As a finale to the evening, Dot
-sang the beginning of a soap opera about a Barcelonio-an with homicidal tendencies named Antonio; before the last few stragglers turned in for a very comfortable night's rest, despite the extreme cold.
-* * * * * * * * * *
-End of Part One. - To be continued in our next. Don't miss it!! * * * *
-Read about the Corpse at Surprise Bay! The mysterious Birthday Cake! The Orgy at Priori Beach and subsequent sightings of Streakers!! And what
-about the gruesomely-named Deadman's Cove? - - was there a connection with the stench of rotting, unidentifiable organic matter in adjacent Lousy-Bay??
-ALL THIS AND MORE ia PART TWO.
-, Page 16 TIM SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 19740
-FEDERATION REPORT - MEETVG' HEID,,1913/74.
 by Mike Short.
-It was decided that the proposed "Policy on Bushwalkers Access to National Parka" would be sent7 via delegates, to clubs for discussion. Could anyone interested in this matter ring Murray Smith, 520-0750 (H) regarding a future discussion?
-Federation delegates were asked to find the number of club trips through or in the Boyd Plateau in the past year. They were also asked to find the number of club members' vehicles in or passing through the area, i e. to Kanangra Walls. From these figures submissions will be made to the State Pollution Control Commission which is doing an Environmental Impact Study of the proposed pine planting.
+It was decided that the __proposed__ "Policy on Bushwalkers Access to National Parks" would be sent via delegates, to clubs for discussion. Could anyone interested in this matter ring Murray Smith, 520-0750 (H) regarding a future discussion?
+Federation delegates were asked to find the number of club trips through or in the Boyd Plateau in the past year. They were also asked to find the number of club members' vehicles in or passing through the area, i.e. to Kanangra Walls. From these figures submissions will be made to the State Pollution Control Commission which is doing an Environmental Impact Study of the proposed pine planting.
 A. box trailer is to be bought to house the Search & Rescue equipment at a cost of $300.
-**********#
-WALKS SECRETARY'S NOTES FOR NAY. by Hodgson.
+----
-, 4,5 May - Spiro has lots to smile about - here is a walk for the real enthusiast. First class track all the way to the Kommung, just right for stretching the legs after a hard week in the office. Easy going up Lannigans Creek, with a magnificent view of the Oolong Caves from the top of Green Gully. Good views from Ht. Oolong if you climb the trig. Some rock
+=====  Walks Secretary's Notes For May.  =====
-hopping around to Chiddys and an interesting descent to Church Creek and a solid climb up Cambage. ++ Walk.
-, 4,5 May - Alastair Battye is your leader on this Budawang test walk which encompases all the very-best scenery that this renowned region has to offer. Good tracks all the may. Well worth the effort to climb the relatively steep but quite safe Meakins Pass to the fabled Castle.
+by Bob Hodgson.
- 5 May - Wentworth Falls to Katoomba by the scenic route - Barbara Evans is really turning it on for us. A Saturday morning start for an overnight test walk through our most famous Blue Mountain country.
-Sunday 5 .-. Rally, rally, rally: Get away from it all for a day test walk with Jim Brown in the Blue Labyrinth. Good tracks about half -We way-- some scratchy-bush and steep descent to Glenbrodk Creek. Lunch at beautiful St. Helena.
+|1974| |
-,11,12 May - Budawangs from the north, creeping up on that magnificent panorama from Mt. Owen. Really fascinating country, good ,track a all the way with several good camping caves in Monolith Valley. Tony-Denham is awaiting your booking.
+|3,4,5 May|Spiro has lots to smile about - here is a walk for the real enthusiast. First class track all the way to the Kowmung, just right for stretching the legs after a hard week in the office. Easy going up Lannigans Creek, with a magnificent view of the Colong Caves from the top of Green Gully. Good views from Mt. Colong if you climb the trig. Some rock hopping around to Chiddys and an interesting descent to Church Creek and a solid climb up Cambage. ++ Walk.|
-,11,12 May - Peter Miner has finally forsaken work to lead you on this
+|3,4,5 May|Alastair Battye is your leader on this Budawang test walk which encompases all the very best scenery that this renowned region has to offer. Good tracks all the way. Well worth the effort to climb the relatively steep but quite safe Meakins Pass to the fabled Castle.|
-Pa.,ge 17 THE SYDREY BUSHWALKER April, 1974.
+|4,5 May|Wentworth Falls to Katoomba by the scenic route - Barbara Evans is really turning it on for us. A Saturday morning start for an overnight test walk through our most famous Blue Mountain country.|
-delightful stroll down the Grose River, circumnavigating and finally climbing
+|Sunday 5|Rally, rally, rally: Get away from it all for a day test walk with Jim Brown in the Blue Labyrinth. Good tracks about half the way - some scratchy-bush and steep descent to Glenbrook Creek. Lunch at beautiful St. Helena.|
-the mighty Mt. Banks. A steep climb up Zobel Crevasse with excellent views from Banks Wall and from the Mt. Caley road.
+|10,11,12 May|Budawangs from the north, creeping up on that magnificent panorama from Mt. Owen. Really fascinating country, good tracks all the way with several good camping caves in Monolith Valley. Tony Denham is awaiting your booking.|
-Sunday 12 - All aboard for Elaine Brown's Commodore Heights raMble. Elaine assures us that there is more meat in the walk than the programme would have us believe. This area is a botanists delight with superb views of Pittwater.
+|10,11,12 May|Peter Miner has finally forsaken work to lead you on this delightful stroll down the Grose River, circumnavigating and finally climbing the mighty Mt. Banks. A steep climb up Zobel Crevasse with excellent views from Banks Wall and from the Mt. Caley road.|
-,18,19 May - Bring your water-cooled Kangaroo-hopping Sandshoes for this, Malcolm Noble's "streak?" through Kangaroo Valley country. Good tracks with excellent views of the Valley and some interesting rock formations at Drawing Room Rocks.
+|Sunday 12|All aboard for Elaine Brown's Commodore Heights ramble. Elaine assures us that there is more meat in the walk than the programme would have us believe. This area is a botanists delight with superb views of Pittwater.|
-,18,19 May - Frank assures us that he has given up Sunday evening moonlight
+|17,18,19 May|Bring your water-cooled Kangaroo-hopping sandshoes for this, Malcolm Noble's "streak?" through Kangaroo Valley country. Good tracks with excellent views of the Valley and some interesting rock formations at Drawing Room Rocks. *|
-bushwalking and has conjured up a delightful test walk following
+|17,18,19 May|Frank assures us that he has given up Sunday evening moonlight bushwalking and has conjured up a delightful test walk following Springwood Creek from its source to the Grose River and return by the Grose Road. P.S. Frank Taeker's telephone number is 690,444, Ext.551 (B), not as shown on the programme. *|
-Springwood Creek from its source to the Grose River and return by the Grose.Road. P.S. Frank Taeker's telephone number is 690,44/I, Ext.551 (B), not as shown on the programme. *
+|Sunday 19|Hans Beck is your guide on this all down hill test walk. Lots of mountain foliage and spectacular cliffs on both sides as you follow Glenbrook Greek into its gorge.|
-Sunday 19 - Hans Beck is your guide on this all down hill test walk.
+|Sunday 19|If happiness is a ramble in Royal National Park then this walk is for you. Pleasant walking, good tracks all the way, Meryl Watman your leader. Special excursion tickets to Waterfall.|
-Lots of mountain foliage and spectacular cliffs on both sides as you follow Glenbrook Greek into its gorge.
+|24,25,26 May|Dave Rostron spearheads the assault on the mighty Guouogang. Easy going to Konangaroo, a long climb up to Guouogang, some scrambling down Nooroo Gable into Whalania Deep and lots of boulder hopping back to Konangaroo clearing. Pleasant going down the Cox and a steep sprint up the White Dog road. At about 28 miles and 6,000 feet of climbing, definitely a get fit quick walk. Start training now.|
-Sunday 19 If happiness is a ramble in Royal National Park then this walk is for you. Pleasant walking, good tracks all the way, Meryl Watman your leader. Special excursion tickets to Waterfall.
+|24,25,26 May|Jovial Jim Vatiliotis takes you test walking in Cloudmaker country. Good tracks with never-ending false summits to Cloudmaker. Occasional glimpses of magnificent scenery down Tiwilla and to the Kowmung, and beautiful grassy camp site. A mild walk up Gingra Creek with a short, steep and occasionally scrubby ascent up Crafts Ridge.|
-,25,26 May= Dave Rostron spearheads the assault on the mighty Guouogang, Easy going to Konangaroo, a long climb up to Guouogang, some scrambling &own Nooroo Gable into Whalania Deep and lots of boulder hopping back to Konangaroo clearing. Pleasant going down the Cox and a steep sprint up the White Dog road. At about 28 miles and 6,000 feet of climbing, definitely a get fit quick walk. Start training now.
+|Saturday 25|Paddy Pallin's Orienteering Contest. This is a well run event with sections for mixed groups and open. Minimum team size is two, so select your partner or partners and get your entry forms from Wilf Hilder or Phil Butt.|
-,25,26 May - Jovial Jim Vatiliotis takes you test walking in Cloudmaker country. Good tracks with never-ending false summits to Cloud, maker. Occasional glimpses of magnificent scenery down Tiwilla and to the Kbwmung, and beautiful grassy camp site. A mild
+|Sunday 26|This medium day walk in the Heathcote Reserve has tracks most of the way. Your leader Bill Hall. Special excursion tickets.|
-walk up Gingra Creek with a short, steep and occasionally scrubby ascent up Crafts Ridge.
+|Sunday 26|A "highway" to The Basin, with views of Pittwater abounding, rock-hopping to Great Mackerel, then a track around the headland back up to the heights. This is what Barry Zieren has in store for you.|
-Saturday 25 - Paddy Pallin's Orienteering Contest. This is a well run event
+|Snow Trip|A medium hard nordic ski tour will be arranged at very short notice if there is sufficient snow. Experienced tourers should contact Rod Peters 623-0171 (B) or Wilf Hilder 622-3353 (H) before the end of April. An introductory ski-touring weekend will also be held in June - probably on the long weekend.|
-with sections for mixed groups and open. Minimum team size is two, so select your partner or partners and get your entry forms
-from Wilf Hilder or Phil Butt.
-Sunday 26 - This medium day walk in the Heathcote Reserve has tracks most
-of the ways Your leader Bill Hall. Special excursion tickets.
 * In view of the Federal Election on 18th May, these trips may be altered.
-Page 18 THE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER April, 1974.
-Sunday 26 - A "highway" to The Basin, with views of Pittwater abounding,
+Come on all you potential walks leaders - your walks are needed for the Winter Programme (June, July, August) which is being prepared in the clubroom now. If you can't get in to the clubroom, please write out your walk, giving all details and what type of trip you think it is, and post it to our P.O. Box (4476). Indicate alternative dates if possible.
-rock-hopping -to Great Mackerel, then a track around the head- lath back up to the heights. This is what Barry Zieren has in store for you.
-Snow Trip - A. medium hard nordic ski tour will be arranged at very short
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-notice if there is sufficient snow. Experienced tourers should
-contact Rod Peters 623-0171 ( B) or Wilf Hilder 622-3353 (H)
+=====  Annual Subscriptions.  =====
-before the end of April. An introductory ski-touring weekend
-will also be held in June - probably on the long weekend.
+The amount of Annual Subscriptions has-been determined as follows:-
-* * * * * * *
-Came on all you potential walks leaders - your walks are needed for the Winter Programme (June, July, August) which is being prepared in the clubroom N. If you can't get in to the clubroom, please write out your walk, giving all details and what type of trip you think it is, and post it to
+Full Members $7.00 p.a.\\
-our P.O. Box (4476). Indicate alternative dates if possible.
+Married Couples $9.00 p.a.\\
-*****XXX**
+Full-time Students $3.50 p.a. *\\
-ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS: The amount of Annual Subscriptions has-been determined as follows:-
+Non-Active Members $1.50 p.a.
-Full Members $7.00 p a.
-Married Couples $9.00 p a.
+Members are reminded that these fees are due and payable.
-Full-time Students $3.50 p a. *
-.Non-Active Members $1.50 p a.
+(*Note: Owing to a misunderstanding, subscriptions for Full-time Students was quoted as $4.00 in the March magazine)
-Members are reminded. -that these fees are due and payable.
-(*Note: Owing to a misunderstanding, subscriptions for Full-time
+Subscribers to the Magazine (apart from Full Members) are reminded that the Magazine Subscription is now due:-
-Students was quoted as 00 in the March magazine)
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-Subscribers to the Magazine (apart from Full Members) are reminded
-that the Magazine Subscription is now due:- . .
-. , .
 months (including postage) $2.00
-N.Sj. SKI ASSOCIATION presents "The Australian Alps" - an illustrated talk., 6.30 p m. Coffee Session - Thursday, 9th May- Music Roam, Sydney Opera House.
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+__N.S.W. Ski Association__ presents "The Australian Alps" - an illustrated talk.
+.30 p.m. Coffee Session - Thursday, 9th May - Music Roam, Sydney Opera House.
 Mail bookings are now accepted by Box Office Manager, Sydney Opera House, P.O..Box R239 Royal Exchange N.S.W. 2000.
 Tickets $2.00.
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