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- | THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER | + | |
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- | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. Club meetings are held, every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Wireless Institute Building, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Marcia Shappert, Telephone 30,2028. | + | |
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- | EDITOR.: Helen Gray, 209 Malton Road, Epping, 2121. | + | |
- | Telephone 86,6263. | + | |
- | BUSS MANAGER: Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, | + | |
- | TYPIST: Kath Brown. | + | |
- | DUPLICATOR OPERATOR: Bob Duncan. Telephone 869 2691. | + | |
- | DECEMBER, 1979, | + | |
- | September | + | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.0, Sydney, 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Wireless Institute Building, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Marcia Shappert, Telephone 30-2028. |
- | Wingecaribee Trip 1939 Dorothy Lawry Page 2 | + | |
- | Patonga to Wondabyne | + | |EDITOR|Helen Gray, 209 Malton Road, Epping, 2121. Telephone 86 6263| |
- | 15/16 Advertisement 6 | + | |BUSINESS MANAGER| Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, |
- | The Hell of Hinchinbrook Frank Rigby 7 | + | |TYPIST|Kath Brown| |
- | The Prospective/ | + | |DUPLICATOR OPERATOR|Bob Duncan Telephone 869-2691| |
- | Advertisement 12 | + | |
- | Bush Safety Awareness Part 6 Len Newland 13 | + | DECEMBER, 1979 |
- | The Little Ice Age Brian Harvey 15 | + | |
- | The November General Meeting Barry Wallace 16 | + | |Wingecaribee Trip 1939 Dorothy Lawry| 2| |
- | Social Notes for January, 1980 AiIsa Hocking- 17 | + | |Patonga to Wondabyne |
- | Walks for January Spiro Hajinakitas 18 | + | |Advertisement |
+ | |The Hell of Hinchinbrook Frank Rigby |7| | ||
+ | |The Prospective/ | ||
+ | |Advertisement | ||
+ | |Bush Safety Awareness Part 6 Len Newland | ||
+ | |The Little Ice Age Brian Harvey | ||
+ | |The November General Meeting Barry Wallace | ||
+ | |Social Notes for January 1980 Alisa Hocking | ||
+ | |Walks for January Spiro Hajinakitas | ||
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Being on an isolated island and unable to inform the police, the remaining five of us pushed on determined to enjoy the walk despite an inauspicious beginning. After a couple of leisurely days we arrived at Zoe Bay, that delightful spot so conducive to casting aside the conventions of civilisation. So there we were, sunning every little bit of our winter-white bodies, when a man in a uniform came running along the beach. In the circumstances, | Being on an isolated island and unable to inform the police, the remaining five of us pushed on determined to enjoy the walk despite an inauspicious beginning. After a couple of leisurely days we arrived at Zoe Bay, that delightful spot so conducive to casting aside the conventions of civilisation. So there we were, sunning every little bit of our winter-white bodies, when a man in a uniform came running along the beach. In the circumstances, | ||
- | After this episode, we decided to abandon the beachcombing | + | After this episode, we decided to abandon the beach combing |
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+ | Thanking our lucky stars we had lost two of the party, the four of us crammed into the available space; but in the morning, to our utter amazement there was only an empty space where Meg had been. We peered over the precipice but, apart from an empty sleeping bag. we could see nothing unusual down below. Actually, we never did really find out what happened to Meg, although there were some odd circumstances about that night just the sable. For instance, in the middle of the night we were awakened by an anguished cry of "I feel like a bloody sardine!" | ||
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+ | We were now down to half the original party, but it was still a safe number for scaling the heights of Hinchinbrook. As the eternal mists of those mountains were swirling around us we were more or less hanging on by our eyelashes, and it was then that the giant eagles chose that very moment to attack. The chief eagle plucked Henry from the rock face as cleanly as a magpie mould pluck a beetle. (Fortunately, | ||
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+ | The position was now getting desperate so Rene and I decided to get off this malevolent island before something serious happened. We battled against impenetrable rainforests, | ||
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+ | Now utterly alone and bruised and battered, at last reached the beach and sank onto the sand in a state of exhaustion. Surely now I would be safe, surely now there were no more hazards to overcame, surely every sacrifice had been made. But, alas, I had forgotten the mosquitoes - not your ordinary common garden variety, mind you, but a species peculiar to the place known locally as Hinchinbrookia Gargantua. The memory of that nightmare period is rather vague but I recall snippets of mosquito conversation (they are also educated) like "Shall we eat him here or carry him away first?" | ||
- | Thanking | + | I staggered on to keep our rendezvous with the boatman, passing Greg's umbrella on the way - apparently that croc drew the line somewhere. To avoid long embarrassing explanations told him the others had enjoyed the place so much that they were staying another week. He knew I was lying because it was not the first batch of bushwalkers that Hinchinbrook |
- | we never did really find out what happened to Meg, although there were some odd circumstances about that night just the sable. For instance, | + | Characters |
- | We were now down to half the original party, but it was still a safo number for scaling the heights of Hinchinbrook. As the eternal mists of those mountains were swirling around us we were more or less hanging on by our eyelashes, and it was then that the giant eagles chose that very moment to attack..: The chief eagle plucked Henry from the rock face as cleanly as a magpie mould pluck a beetle. (Fortunately, | + | Greg : A young man with a fine singing voice\\ |
- | anyone at the time!) How quickly things happen sometimes. One moment | + | Ann : A young lady, originally |
- | Henry was there telling us the climb was just a piece of cake and the next 116 was on his way to the eyrie; and how strange the brutes wanted only | + | Meg : A young lady who likes space for sleeping\\ |
- | him? And yet it was not, for we figured this puzzle out later. Eagles | + | Henry A young man, President |
- | are invariably associated with Presidents and vice versa. (It's got | + | Rene A young lady of small stature |
- | something to do with supreme power and ,majesty - please note the insignias of office of Presidents around the world.) Poor Henry, | + | Plus Yours truly : A great survivor. |
- | The position was now getting desperate so Rene and I decided to get off this malevolent island before something serious happened. We battled against impenetrable rainforests, | + | |
- | feet tall. Now Rene is one of my best friends but I am not averse to putting her out in front when the going gets tough. This' lackof chivalry )-roved to be my fatal mistake. Everyone knows that Rene is small in | + | |
- | stature | + | |
- | started growing yet. In retrospect, the episode reminded me of that story about the Weardaellarwee, | + | |
- | spend their whole lives roaming in elephant grass five feet tall. Thus I fear it maybe with Rene and for all I know she may still be wandering. | + | |
- | in that wilderness of tall grass asking herself the eternal question: Weardaellami? | + | |
- | Now utterly alone and bruised and battered,' | + | |
- | leather", | + | |
- | could hardly believe my luck when I found myself still alive the following morning. | + | |
- | I staggered on to keep our rendezvous with the boatman, passing Greg's umbrella on the way - apparently that croc. drew the line somewhere. To avoid long embarrassing explanations told him the others had enjoyed the place so much that they were staying another week. He knew I was lying because it was not the first batch of bushwalkers that Hinchinbrook had swallowed up without a trace. Nor will it be the last since I have a sneaking suspicion that some of you readers think I'm pulling your leg and you will be no doubt fool enough to go and try tae place out for yourselves at the first opportunity. Good luck! | + | (Reprinted from from the newsletter of the Canberra Bushwalking Club Inc.) |
- | Characters in order of disappearances | + | |
- | Greg : A young man with a fine singing voice | + | |
- | Ann : A young lady, originally from Queensland and now living in Canberra | + | |
- | Meg : A young lady who likes space for sleeping | + | |
- | Henry A young man, President of C.B.C. until last September | + | |
- | Rene A young lady of small stature Plus | + | |
- | Yours truly : A great survivor. | + | |
- | (Reprinted from Tr, the newsletter of the Canberra Bushwalking Club Inc.) | + | |
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