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+====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ======
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+Established June 1931.
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
-Established June 1931
+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. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, Telephone 798,8607.
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- A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. chib meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, Telephone 798,8607.
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-EDITOR:	Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street Telephone 827,3695.
+|**Editor**|Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039. Telephone 827,3695.|
-BUSINESS MANAGER:	Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Telephone 871,1207.
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. Telephone 871,1207.|
-PRODUCTION MANAGER:	Helen Gray.
+|**Production Manager**|Helen Gray.|
-TYPIST:	Kath Brown.
+|**Typist**|Kath Brown.|
-DUPLICATOR OPERATOR: Phil Butt. XXXXXXWXXX
+|**Duplicator Operator**|Phil Butt.|
-JUNEz. 1982.
-Rozelle, 2039.
+=== June, 1982 ===
-Carlingford, 2118.
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+===== In This Issue: =====
-by Patrick McBride	2
-Peter Miller
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-Margaret Reid	6
+|Kiandra Crossing|Patrick McBride| 2|
-Gordon Lee	7
+|Camp at Splendour Rock|Peter Miller| 5|
-Judith Rostron	11
+|Carnival in Switzerland|Margaret Reid| 6|
-Dot Butler	11
+|Three Peaks Cheater|Gordon Lee| 7|
+|Bushwalker Recipes No.2|Judith Rostron|11|
-Malcolm Steele	13
+|Sequel to the 3-Peaks Trip Bet|Dot Butler|11|
-Dot	14
+|Kanangra|Malcolm Steele|13|
-.Butler
+|History of "Coolana"|Dot Butler|14|
-Alex Colley	16
+|Conservation Finance|Alex Colley|16|
-Barry Wallace	17
+|The May General Meeting|Barry Wallace|17|
-Jo van Sommers	18
+Social Notes for July|Jo van Sommers|18|
-Kiandra Crossing
-Camp at Splendour Rock Carnival in Switzerland
+===== Advertisements: =====
-Three Peaks Cheater Bushwalker Recipes No.2
-Sequel to the 3-Peaks Trip Bet Advertisement - Eastwood Camping Centre Kanangra
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-History of "Coolanan Conservation Finance The May General Meeting Social Notes for July XXXXX-4()E	XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX*XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.XXXX
+|Eastwood Camping Centre|12|
-S.B.W. CHANGES ITS MEETING PLACE.
-The building in Atchison Street, St. Leonards, where the Club has been meeting for the past eleven years, is being sold at auction on June 16th, and it seems fairly certain that we will have to obtain another meeting
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-place. A booking has been made at the Upper Hall at the Cahill Community Centre, 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest (nearly opposite Mountain Equipment), about one kilometre via the Pacific Highway from St.Leonards station. The
-Club will meet there on June .30th and subsequent Wednesday evenings, and
+=== S.B.W. Changes Its Meeting Place. ===
-question of future accommodation will be fully discussed at the monthly General Meeting on July 14th.	See also special notice enclosed.
-Page 2	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	June, 1982.
+The building in Atchison Street, St. Leonards, where the Club has been meeting for the past eleven years, is being sold at auction on June 16th, and it seems fairly certain that we will have to obtain another meeting place. A booking has been made at the Upper Hall at the Cahill Community Centre, 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest (nearly opposite Mountain Equipment), about one kilometre via the Pacific Highway from St.Leonards station. The Club will meet there on June 30th and subsequent Wednesday evenings, and the question of future accommodation will be fully discussed at the monthly General Meeting on July 14th.	See also special notice enclosed.
-KIANDRA CROSSING.
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+===== Kiandra Crossing. =====
 by Patrick McBride.
-It is cruel at 5.30 am on a July morning in Sawyers Hut. The insect . chirp of my alarm watch had never sounded so heartlessly authoritative as I sat up in.my sleeping bag and reached for pants and woollen shirt. Chris and Craig Austin were already stirring and soon we were munching muesli beside steaming cups of tea, with yellow candlelight softening the stark walls of the hut but doing nothing to ameliorate, the gelid air temperature. After a mere three hours' sleep our minds and bodies were fortu4ately some- -What numbed to externals although Chris aid mutter that none of this would be happening to her if she had married a golfer.
-	A blaze of stars all the way to the horizon welcomed us outside as our boots crunched shallow prints in the crisp snow. We piled into David Rostron's Commodore, (temporarily ours after a midnight exchange in Cooma) mentally Checking that no articles had been overlooked in the darkness of the hat.
-Kiandra seemed even colder in the bleak grey of first light as we plodded up sheet ice on the back hills,carrying skis on shoulders. As the slope eased, patches of snow began to appear and soon we were able to wax up and let the skis carry us. The thin layer of snow and frost crystals over a hard base gave superbly fast skiing on blue wax.	.
-On top of the ridge pale yellow and practically horizontal sunlight shyly touched the higher trees and rocks, leaving the hollows blue-cold. Frost crystals produced sparkles of brilliant silver with hints of spectral colours as our movement caught their reflected light. It brought to mind the glories of skiing in Norway where such wonder lasts all of a winter's day. Snow gums were bent under loads of recent snow, sometimes mimicking
-round boulders when their branches had frozen to the ground. One playful tree had produced an arch for us to ski through.
-Fouriale Creek came up in 90 minutes and we halted for a quick snack Of dates and scroggin, washed down with icy creek water. Snow gum saplings lining the banks cast long shadows on the smooth snow, the stretching Chinese calligraphy of early morning. From the trees sporadic puffs of snow fell
-as exposed leaf edges and branchlets trapped the sun's heat, warning that
-the snow under our skis would also soon be changing.
-Still running well on blue we strode up the long ridge that leads to Tabletop, revelling in the fast snow and ideal weather conditions. The
-swish of our skis was the-Only'sound-breaking the clear brittle air. Across
-the open spaces punctated lines of animal tracks curved in frozen rhythm; prints of hare, fox, wombat; the feet that made them now hidden in burrow ar bush from the sun of this glorious morning. Whatever had we done for the weather gods to be so kind to us?
-Dropping packs we diverged to Tabletop, eager to catch the view that
-had always been misted out on previous crossings. It was a pure white wonderland we saw, a magic relief map beckoning us on to regal Jagungal and the distant Main Range with promises of sparkling snow and benign weather.
-Page 3	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	June, 1982.
-On the way back to our rucksacks Craig was leading and he nonchalantly side-slipped a 60 degrees slope at the edge of the mountain. Chris and I following managed neither the side-slip nor the nonchalance, while Craig Waited politely below, watching with bemused puzzlement our erraotic, ski- Waving performances. .
-Twelve o'clock saw us at Happy Jacks Creek, settling down to lunch on a bare terrace beside the wooden footbridge. There was a welcome in the lichen-covered rocks and dry tussock of this place, a genius loci favourable to man and independent of the warmth that lay in the company, of friends. . Somehow the stone and grass whispered a memory of languid summer days trapped inside them, underneath the surface grip of winter.
-Sitting at my ease on a comfortable rock I felt the tightness draining from leg muscles while my ears first noticed and then accepted the splashing hurry of Happy Jacks Creek beside us. Time seemed to stand still even though the billy was soon aboil on Craig's choofer. A dreamlike quality was abroad in the mountain air and sunlight, a feeling that for this brief hour we had drifted into another world where the landscape accepted us into
-ts own time scale, a feeling which underlay the everyday reality of lunchtime conversation. It would have been very easy to rest in contemplation at.this place the whole afternoon.
-' However to rest was motto conquer and soon we were continuing-our southward travel, now on purple short supply on the Happy Jacks plains and the road' for narrow leads along the verge which gave us the travelling on skis through 'a dry and brown "summer"had replaced skis and klister. . Snow was in itself was exposed except surrealistic delight of landscape:
-Leaving the road near McGregors Creek we portaged skis across half a kilometre of thick springy snowgrass then followed increasing snow cover to Diggers Creek. Clear, tree-bordered slopes now led upstream into the remote realm of Far Bald Mountain, a snowy dome watching our progress from the north. 'Swinging left avoided the steep drop after Doubtful Gap and soon our skis picked up the indistinct path of the Grey Mare Road which led to a snow bridge over the Doubtful and a steady grade up the side of Farm Ridge.
+It is cruel at 5.30 am on a July morning in Sawyers Hut. The insect chirp of my alarm watch had never sounded so heartlessly authoritative as I sat up in my sleeping bag and reached for pants and woollen shirt. Chris and Craig Austin were already stirring and soon we were munching muesli beside steaming cups of tea, with yellow candlelight softening the stark walls of the hut but doing nothing to ameliorate the gelid air temperature. After a mere three hours' sleep our minds and bodies were fortunately somewhat numbed to externals although Chris did mutter that none of this would be happening to her if she had married a golfer.
-The ruins of Farm Ridge Hut loomed forlornly in the fading light. How many seasons more will these drunkenly tilted grey posts survive to reassure travellers of their navigation and perhaps bring thoughts of earlier days? Icy conditions on the Other side of the ridge held my attention until near the foot of the slope when red-gold flared through the thinning trees and I paused to gaze at the west face of Jagungal, quite close now, glowing brilliantly in the last rays of the sun.
-Tiredness settles like a cloak on the last lap of a journey as the body senses an end to activity and closes down most of the metabolism of fuel conversion. It suddenly became hard work to keep the skis gliding and not settle back to a walk. Twilight had passed as we picked our way through silhouette forest over faint white ground and came up.ta'O'Keefes Hut. The candle in the window was not needed but the gesture was Welcome and soon we were exchanging news with our complementary party travelling north. They were comfortably settled after a leisurely cruise up from
+A blaze of stars all the way to the horizon welcomed us outside as our boots crunched shallow prints in the crisp snow. We piled into David Rostron's Commodore, (temporarily ours after a midnight exchange in Cooma) mentally checking that no articles had been overlooked in the darkness of the hut.
-Page 4	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	June, 1982.
-Gutheg Power Station and made room for us at the hearth.
+Kiandra seemed even colder in the bleak grey of first light as we plodded up sheet ice on the back hills, carrying skis on shoulders. As the slope eased, patches of snow began to appear and soon we were able to wax up and let the skis carry us. The thin layer of snow and frost crystals over a hard base gave superbly fast skiing on blue wax.
-A semi-circle of bricks backing the fireplace radiated warmth towards the se:Li-circle of skiers crouched on low wooden benches before it, some of thi= warmth fortunately able to penetrate through the rows of socks, mitts, balaclavas and gaiters hung on strings to dry. .0n the walls cuttings from t:e Illustrated Sydney News of the 1930s loomed faintly, reflecting the eq...estrian interests of former hut users.
-ir_ese yellowing, tattered-edged pictures were a reminder of the stockm:In of the high coantry - What were their thoughts as they sat before the fL:e in this same hut forty years ago? No doubt they would look on approv:_ngly to see their hut still providing homely shelter to tired travel:ers on a winter night. It makes me angry to think there are people now wh:, want to burn and destroy our mountain huts - may they never have a day's ,ack.
+On top of the ridge pale yellow and practically horizontal sunlight shyly touched the higher trees and rocks, leaving the hollows blue-cold. Frost crystals produced sparkles of brilliant silver with hints of spectral colours as our movement caught their reflected light. It brought to mind the glories of skiing in Norway where such wonder lasts all of a winter's day. Snow gums were bent under loads of recent snow, sometimes mimicking round boulders when their branches had frozen to the ground. One playful tree had produced an arch for us to ski through.
-initially bright dawn changed to leaden grey as a cold steady southe:ly brought in cloud. Not a day to scale the heights. There would be no oyful telemarking down the south face of-Jagungal and we set off slowly about nine, following Bogong Creek towards Jagangal Saddle.
-D:..ep snow drifts covered all but adult trees and changed the outline of the hollows. Approaching the cloud ceiling we entered a fantasy world where -:-anks of mist drifted softly along the ridges. Pausing for a photo I watc_!ed Chris and Craig ski ahead; two black figures, one moment hazy in mist, he next sharply outlined as a shaft of half-auhlight revealed earth and ho:izon. Even at 200 metres their identities were unmistakable; a
+Four Mile Creek came up in 90 minutes and we halted for a quick snack of dates and scroggin, washed down with icy creek water. Snow gum saplings lining the banks cast long shadows on the smooth snow, the stretching Chinese calligraphy of early morning. From the trees sporadic puffs of snow fell as exposed leaf edges and branchlets trapped the sun's heat, warning that the snow under our skis would also soon be changing.
-person's skiing being as characteristic as his walk. It was pleasant to hang lock for a while and enjoy the good even track Craig was breaking.
-B,cause of the continuing cool breeze we sought out lee slopes and
+Still running well on blue we strode up the long ridge that leads to Tabletop, revelling in the fast snow and ideal weather conditions. The swish of our skis was the only sound breaking the clear brittle air. Across the open spaces punctated lines of animal tracks curved in frozen rhythm; prints of hare, fox, wombat; the feet that made them now hidden in burrow or bush from the sun of this glorious morning. Whatever had we done for the weather gods to be so kind to us?
-follaw:d a route to the east of Cup and Saucer. There was no snow melt . and we uere running very well on blue klister, an unusual thing near noontime. Gliding down to the Valentines, happily conversing all the way, I could ,ave sung with the exhilaration of our swift, flowing travel. This . is how the birds must feel when they fly.
-kter, lunch at Mawsons the Kerries turned on wind and mist, producing
+Dropping packs we diverged to Tabletop, eager to catch the view that had always been misted out on previous crossings. It was a pure white wonderland we saw, a magic relief map beckoning us on to regal Jagungal and the distant Main Range with promises of sparkling snow and benign weather.
-dramat-c scenery and rime on our hair and clothing. Lower down we joined
-the maftiple ski tracks at Schlink Pass and felt our horizons contract as
+On the way back to our rucksacks Craig was leading and he nonchalantly side-slipped a 60 degrees slope at the edge of the mountain. Chris and I following managed neither the side-slip nor the nonchalance, while Craig waited politely below, watching with bemused puzzlement our erratic, ski-waving performances.
-we pas'Led other parties and approached mechanical civilisation.. All. too soon	were curled up in a warm, purring car, our thoughts on hamburgers
-at Gouourn and the glories of the white wilderness receding in the
+Twelve o'clock saw us at Happy Jacks Creek, settling down to lunch on a bare terrace beside the wooden footbridge. There was a welcome in the lichen-covered rocks and dry tussock of this place, a genius loci favourable to man and independent of the warmth that lay in the company of friends. Somehow the stone and grass whispered a memory of languid summer days trapped inside them, underneath the surface grip of winter.
-distan,a.
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+Sitting at my ease on a comfortable rock I felt the tightness draining from leg muscles while my ears first noticed and then accepted the splashing hurry of Happy Jacks Creek beside us. Time seemed to stand still even though the billy was soon aboil on Craig's choofer. A dreamlike quality was abroad in the mountain air and sunlight, a feeling that for this brief hour we had drifted into another world where the landscape accepted us into its own time scale, a feeling which underlay the everyday reality of lunchtime conversation. It would have been very easy to rest in contemplation at this place the whole afternoon.
-SKI-TO7RING.
-Lme.interested in ski-touring on 17thil8th July (could be a few days longer, in the Snowy Mountains, with Peter Downes, please contact Helen Gray, -phone 86,62639 for further 'details.
+However to rest was not to conquer and soon we were had replaced skis and continuing our southward travel, now on purple klister. Snow was in short supply on the Happy Jacks plains and the road itself was exposed except for narrow leads along the verge which gave us the surrealistic delight of travelling on skis through a dry and brown "summer" landscape.
-Page 5	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	June, 1982.
-CLIP AT SPTRNIOUR ROCK.
+Leaving the road near McGregors Creek we portaged skis across half a kilometre of thick springy snowgrass then followed increasing snow cover to Diggers Creek. Clear, tree-bordered slopes now led upstream into the remote realm of Far Bald Mountain, a snowy dome watching our progress from the north. Swinging left avoided the steep drop after Doubtful Gap and soon our skis picked up the indistinct path of the Grey Mare Road which led to a snow bridge over the Doubtful and a steady grade up the side of Farm Ridge.
+The ruins of Farm Ridge Hut loomed forlornly in the fading light. How many seasons more will these drunkenly tilted grey posts survive to reassure travellers of their navigation and perhaps bring thoughts of earlier days? Icy conditions on the other side of the ridge held my attention until near the foot of the slope when red-gold flared through the thinning trees and I paused to gaze at the west face of Jagungal, quite close now, glowing brilliantly in the last rays of the sun.
+Tiredness settles like a cloak on the last lap of a journey as the body senses an end to activity and closes down most of the metabolism of fuel conversion. It suddenly became hard work to keep the skis gliding and not settle back to a walk. Twilight had passed as we picked our way through silhouette forest over faint white ground and came up to O'Keefes Hut. The candle in the window was not needed but the gesture was welcome and soon we were exchanging news with our complementary party travelling north. They were comfortably settled after a leisurely cruise up from Guthega Power Station and made room for us at the hearth.
+A semi-circle of bricks backing the fireplace radiated warmth towards the semi-circle of skiers crouched on low wooden benches before it, some of this warmth fortunately able to penetrate through the rows of socks, mitts, balaclavas and gaiters hung on strings to dry. On the walls cuttings from the Illustrated Sydney News of the 1930s loomed faintly, reflecting the equestrian interests of former hut users.
+These yellowing, tattered-edged pictures were a reminder of the stockmen of the high country - what were their thoughts as they sat before the fire in this same hut forty years ago? No doubt they would look on approvingly to see their hut still providing homely shelter to tired travellers on a winter night. It makes me angry to think there are people now who want to burn and destroy our mountain huts - may they never have a day's luck.
+An initially bright dawn changed to leaden grey as a cold steady southerly brought in cloud. Not a day to scale the heights. There would be no joyful telemarking down the south face of Jagungal and we set off slowly about nine, following Bogong Creek towards Jagangal Saddle.
+Deep snow drifts covered all but adult trees and changed the outline of the hollows. Approaching the cloud ceiling we entered a fantasy world where banks of mist drifted softly along the ridges. Pausing for a photo I watched Chris and Craig ski ahead; two black figures, one moment hazy in mist, the next sharply outlined as a shaft of half-sunlight revealed earth and horizon. Even at 200 metres their identities were unmistakable; a person's skiing being as characteristic as his walk. It was pleasant to hang back for a while and enjoy the good even track Craig was breaking.
+Because of the continuing cool breeze we sought out lee slopes and followed a route to the east of Cup and Saucer. There was no snow melt and we were running very well on blue klister, an unusual thing near noontime. Gliding down to the Valentines, happily conversing all the way, I could have sung with the exhilaration of our swift, flowing travel. This is how the birds must feel when they fly.
+After lunch at Mawsons the Kerries turned on wind and mist, producing dramatic scenery and rime on our hair and clothing. Lower down we joined the multiple ski tracks at Schlink Pass and felt our horizons contract as we passed other parties and approached mechanical civilisation. All too soon we were curled up in a warm, purring car, our thoughts on hamburgers at Goulburn and the glories of the white wilderness receding in the distance.
+----
+=== Ski-touring. ===
+Anyone interested in ski-touring on 17/l8th July (could be a few days longer) in the Snowy Mountains, with Peter Downes, please contact Helen Gray, phone 86,6263, for further details.
+----
+===== Camp At Splendour Rock. =====
 by Peter Miller.
 About thirty years ago I heard somebody talking about the delights of camping at Splendour Rock. On subsequent trips I had eyed off the available camping space with interest but hadn't done anything about it until the first weekend in March this year.
-I had planned to go on Tony Marshall's canoe trip on Tallowa\Zam but at the last minute the weather looked doubtful and I decided that if I was going to get wet I would rather do it walking than sitting down.
-It was many years since I had done a solo trip and as everything camDs to those iho wait I decided on Splendour Rock.
+I had planned to go on Tony Marshall's canoe trip on Tallowa Dam but at the last minute the weather looked doubtful and I decided that if I was going to get wet I would rather do it walking than sitting down. It was many years since I had done a solo trip and as everything comes to those who wait I decided on Splendour Rock.
-At Canons the parking fee is now paid at the new shop and ones
-name, club and destination are engraved in a book for our grandchildren to sigh over.
+At Canons the parking fee is now paid at the new shop and ones name, club and destination are engraved in a book for our grandchildren to sigh over.
-The nettles are pretty thick along Canons Greek and I was glad to
-get to Breakfast Creek for a short spell. It was extremely hot cli:abing Black Horse ridge but it was very pleasant to sit on the rocky outcrop at the top admiring the view.
+The nettles are pretty thick along Carlons Creek and I was glad to get to Breakfast Creek for a short spell. It was extremely hot climbing Black Horse ridge but it was very pleasant to sit on the rocky outcrop at the top admiring the view.
-Lunch was at Mbbb's Soak where I saw two people on horses on their
-way to the Cox. There was the usual horse rider's disbelief that anyone could enjoy walking . . . let alone enjoy walking solo.
+Lunch was at Mbbb's Soak where I saw two people on horses on their way to the Cox. There was the usual horse rider's disbelief that anyone could enjoy walking... let alone enjoy walking solo.
-Although there was plenty of water at Mbbb's Soak the small soa'L up on top was dry. I carried water and found enough in the small rock hole
-on Splendour Rock to last my time there.
+Although there was plenty of water at Mbbb's Soak the small soak up on top was dry. I carried water and found enough in the small rock hole on Splendour Rock to last my time there.
-After making camp about thirty metres back from the rock I had the arternoon to sit and gaze at the changing scene. I was pure bliss to sit alone on the rock with a mug of Earl Grey tea and a piece of homemade baclava and listen to the lyre birds. The bird calls were in stereo as the sounds were coming up out of the valleys to the east and west.
-The sun set in a cauldron of fire between Mt. Queahgong and]lte Jenolan and dusk settled over the valleys. There was no wind and just a.little cloud covered the moon.
+After making camp about thirty metres back from the rock I had the afternoon to sit and gaze at the changing scene. It was pure bliss to sit alone on the rock with a mug of Earl Grey tea and a piece of homemade baclava and listen to the lyre birds. The bird calls were in stereo as the sounds were coming up out of the valleys to the east and west.
-With the alarm set for 5.30 am I went to bed early after cooking
-dinner and putting dry firewood in the tent. There was a very wet mist condensing in the trees and it sounded like rain dripping all night.
+The sun set in a cauldron of fire between Mt. Queahgong and Mt. Jenolan and dusk settled over the valleys. There was no wind and just a little cloud covered the moon.
-The sunrise was magnificent. The dam was covered in mist as was
- most of the Axe Head Range. 'Cloudmaker, Kanangra Walls and Guouogeng were - all clear and just the lightest gossamer mist filled the deep valleys.
+With the alarm set for 5.30 am I went to bed early after cooking dinner and putting dry firewood in the tent. There was a very wet mist condensing in the trees and it sounded like rain dripping all night.
-A light fan-shaped cloud high up in the sky was flooded with colour as the sun rose in the east. The top of Clouamaker and Guouogang turned deep red for an instant and then the sun gathered strength and lit up the sandstone cliffs on Mt. Eborilla and Kanangra Walls. The Cox and t:ae
-THE SYDNEY BUSHULLKER	June, 1982.
+The sunrise was magnificent. The dam was covered in mist as was most of the Axe Head Range. Cloudmaker, Kanangra Walls and Guouogang were all clear and just the lightest gossamer mist filled the deep valleys.
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-western slopes of Claadmaker v7'erein ddp-Shadow while the tops changed colour and became clearer and brighter.
+A light fan-shaped cloud high up in the sky was flooded with colour as the sun rose in the east. The top of Cloudmaker and Guouogang turned deep red for an instant and then the sun gathered strength and lit up the sandstone cliffs on Mt. Moorilla and Kanangra Walls. The Cox and the western slopes of Cloudmaker were in deep shadow while the tops changed colour and became clearer and brighter.
-After breakfast It as simply a, matter of packing up and following the track and the fire trail badk-to Carlons.'
+After breakfast it as simply a matter of packing up and following the track and the fire trail back to Carlons.
 It would be possible to fit two tents on the campsite but I do recommend a solo trip for anyone thinking of camping there.
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+----
-CARNIVAL .DT SkTZ tH"
+===== Carnival In Switzerland. =====
 by Margaret Reid.
-Two of the many advantages of being in the Northern Hemisphere towards the end of winter, is to witness a definite change of season, and then be caught up in the Carnival celebrations. Europeans, whether living in cities or small villages, become completely involved in celebrating together for the last three days before the Lenten season begins.	'
-After travelling by train from Zurich to Basle, our Swiss hosts introduced us to the last day of the celebrations by serving tea and "carnival cakes" - a,thin pastry about the .size of a dinner plate, and very crisp and sweet. We then walked about two kilometres to the old centre of Basle, where the
+Two of the many advantages of being in the Northern Hemisphere towards the end of winter, is to witness a definite change of season, and then be caught up in the Carnival celebrations. Europeans, whether living in cities or small villages, become completely involved in celebrating together for the last three days before the Lenten season begins.
-main Carnival procession was taking place. Nearing the town centre, we could
-hear the regular beat of drums, and a more intermittent sound of flutes and recorders. We passed a few families returning from the parade - the youngest children wearing jackets and trousers made entirely of omall, petal-shaped pieces of felt in the brightest of colours. :Once in the town centre, we were surrounded by the most magnificent parade, now reaching the end of its three- day, non-stop course through the city. The whole town was involved, each group or club having spent most of the year making their own mask's and costumes. Some groups had Chosen traditional costumes, Chinese, Arabian or Indian stye, others dressed as animals, birds or'flowers. There is much rivalry'thraughout the town to produce even brighter and more original costumes than in previous years.
-At intervals during the parade, a. cart: or tractor would. appear laden with oranges, carrots and turnips, which the drivers would toss into the crowd. The oranges, filled with rich red juice, were eaten on the spot, and While everyone was preoccupied with sharing the fruit, they were showered with confetti.: For days afterwards confetti was still being found in coat pockets and camera cases. After, three days of confetti-throwing, a soft carpet of paper lay over the cobbled streets of Basle.
+After travelling by train from Zurich to Basle, our Swiss hosts introduced us to the last day of the celebrations by serving tea and "carnival cakes" - a thin pastry about the size of a dinner plate, and very crisp and sweet. We then walked about two kilometres to the old centre of Basle, where the main Carnival procession was taking place. Nearing the town centre, we could hear the regular beat of drums, and a more intermittent sound of flutes and recorders. We passed a few families returning from the parade - the youngest children wearing jackets and trousers made entirely of small, petal-shaped pieces of felt in the brightest of colours. Once in the town centre, we were surrounded by the most magnificent parade, now reaching the end of its three-day, non-stop course through the city. The whole town was involved, each group or club having spent most of the year making their own masks and costumes. Some groups had chosen traditional costumes, Chinese, Arabian or Indian stye; others dressed as animals, birds or flowers. There is much rivalry throughout the town to produce even brighter and more original costumes than in previous years.
-We greatly enjoyed the whole spectacle, and found ourselves wondering who were the people hidden behind all those grotesque masks. We were told
-that ten thousand Basle citizens participated in Carnival, so perhaps it was a usually neat and tidy civil servant who threw most of.the confetti; maybe the Lord Mayor drove a tractor and threw oranges and turnips to the crowd - that's the sweet mystery of Swiss Carnival.
+At intervals during the parade, a cart or tractor would appear laden with oranges, carrots and turnips, which the drivers would toss into the crowd. The oranges, filled with rich red juice, were eaten on the spot, and while everyone was preoccupied with sharing the fruit, they were showered with confetti. For days afterwards confetti was still being found in coat pockets and camera cases. After, three days of confetti-throwing, a soft carpet of paper lay over the cobbled streets of Basle.
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+We greatly enjoyed the whole spectacle, and found ourselves wondering who were the people hidden behind all those grotesque masks. We were told that ten thousand Basle citizens participated in Carnival, so perhaps it was a usually neat and tidy civil servant who threw most of the confetti; maybe the Lord Mayor drove a tractor and threw oranges and turnips to the crowd - that's the sweet mystery of Swiss Carnival.
-THREE PEAKS CHEATER.
+----
+===== Three Peaks Cheater. =====
 by Gordon Lee.
 Tigen I joined S.B.W..in 1975 one of my ambitions was to become one of that illustrious band "The Tiger Walkers".	Such names as Bruiser Butt, Fleetwing Finch, Rocket Rostron, Hopalong Hodgson, Milo' the Wisp Wallace and others too few to mention came to my notice. Some of them even then
 had become Peaceful Pussycats, but some thank goodness were still functioning..
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 -
 On a lone walk from Cloudmaker to Paralyser I had missed the P. cairn.
-Bill assured me that he knew this well, so I would leave that to him. Having heard of several people who had had difficulties coming down the Guauogang Buttress I thought it best that I get myself up there and con that bit. This I did and that section was taped. Was I glad that I did so, as you
+Bill assured me that he knew this well, so I would leave that to him. Having heard of several people who had had difficulties coming down the Guouogang Buttress I thought it best that I get myself up there and con that bit. This I did and that section was taped. Was I glad that I did so, as you
 will hear later.
 I also made the decision that I would try to make the base of Kooriecane
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 Warwick Blayden kindly supplied us with times which had been done by Butt and Reps in 1965. They had started at 0622 and arrived at Cloudmaker
 at 0915. At this point we were 35 mins behind their time. We had no intention of trying to equal their times but I noticed that they had rested at the top of each "up" as well as at the bottom, 17 thins on C. 25 mine on
-Paralyser and 12 mins on Guauogang, so I thought that if we didn't stop: at
+Paralyser and 12 mins on Guouogang, so I thought that if we didn't stop: at
 the top, except to sign the books, and "rested" an the descents we could save some time.
 Lunch (?) at Kanangra Creek occupied 18 mine. We took1.45 his
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 the "Kairn Kickers" hadn't stubbed their toes on this one, nor the next which marks the "turn-off" on Nth. P. ridge where you fall down to the start of
 Nooroo Gable. If you "hit" the Kanangra anywhere between Nooroo Gully and jenolan Ck the general direction of up will take you on to the Gable..
-Butt and Reei had "done" Guauogang in 1.53 so we thought anything under 2-1- his would be good; going, but we were also fully aware that daylight was fast running out and rockclimbing the last part of Nooroo in the semi4arkness would not be a profitable exercise. Nor would getting off G. on to the Buttress.
+Butt and Reei had "done" Guouogang in 1.53 so we thought anything under 2-1- his would be good; going, but we were also fully aware that daylight was fast running out and rockclimbing the last part of Nooroo in the semi4arkness would not be a profitable exercise. Nor would getting off G. on to the Buttress.
 All these thoughts were in our minds as we munched our scroggin and drank the delicious Kanangra water with which we filled our wine-skins. Perhaps our "psyching up" and the fading daylight gave our feet wings for we made G. trig by 5.45 pm (1745)9 two hours after starting from the river. The sun was setting and there was just enough light to sign the book.
 Back south to the knoll where we would drop off on to the Easterly G. Buttress. The half moon was slowly dropping towards the horizon behind us, tree cover was thick so the torches had to come out. This ridge, although not so taxing in daylight became a nightmare in the dark. God knows how many times we were on the point of collapsing in a heap and staying put till
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 a bushwalk only water need be added.
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-SEQUEL TO THE 3-PEAKS TRIP BET.	by Dot Butler.
-Fresh (very) from his overseas trip' Bill Burke arrived back at the Clubroom for the May General Meeting .to be met by the news that the 3-Peaks trip had been done by Gordon Lee and:Bill Capon (both over 40) and that he would have to cash up the $100 he bet that it couldn't be done in under 24 hours by over 40's.	"I never renege-on my bets," said Billy ruefully forkingout. "That'll teach me not to make bets when I'm full."
+====== Sequel To The Three Peaks Trip Bet ======
-The money' was Passed over by Gordon to the Coolaaa Committee. Now we have;to think of some permanent and fitting object at Coolana to perpetuate the Bill Burke rash bet
+by Dot Butler.
+Fresh (very) from his overseas trip'Bill Burke arrived back at the Clubroom for the May General Meeting to be met by the news that the 3-Peaks trip had been done by Gordon Lee and Bill Capon (both over 40) and that he would have to cash up the $100 he bet that it couldn't be done in under 24 hours by over 40's. "I never renege on my bets," said Billy ruefully forking out. "That'll teach me not to make bets when I'm full.
+The money was Passed over by Gordon to the Coolana Committee. Now we have to think of some permanent and fitting object at Coolana to perpetuate the Bill Burke rash bet
 Our thanks to Bill Burke and to the winners of the bet, Gordon Lee and Bill Capon.
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 KANANGRA.	by Malcolm Steele.
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 WEEKEND WALK - KANANGRA - 23/24/25 July - Leader g GEORGE WALTON. Te1.498-7956 (H) . (Phone number shown in Walks Programme not correct)
 THE.SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
-HISTORY-OFCOOLANA"
-.S.B.W. PROPERTY IN KANGAROO VALLEY.
+====== HISTORY OF COOLANA - S.B.W. PROPERTY IN KANGAROO VALLEY ======
 June, 1982.
 by Dot Butler.
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-Many new members woulcllike to know how the Club came to be possessor , of 120 acres of bushland and steep escarpment an the Kangaroo River, so ,I haVe been asked to tell its history.
+Many new members would like to know how the Club came to be possessor of 120 acres of bushland and steep escarpment an the Kangaroo River, so I have been asked to tell its history.
-was an eVentful year. For one thing, we had the youngest President ever. At the Annual General Meeting, in a spirit of exuberance, a couple of us feeling that it was time for a change from the "father figure" had nominated young Don Finch for President. "You've gotta be joking" said Finchy when asked by the chairman whether he was willing to stand. As this was a positive sentence - not a negative word in it anywhere - the Club put the broad inter-
-pretation on it that he was willing, and half a minute later an astounded Finch found that he was, like Julius Caosari, ruler of the then known world (bush-
+was an eventful year. For one thing, we had the youngest President ever. At the Annual General Meeting, in a spirit of exuberance, a couple of us feeling that it was time for a change from the "father figure" had nominated young Don Finch for President. "You've gotta be joking" said Finchy when asked by the chairman whether he was willing to stand. As this was a positive sentence - not a negative word in it anywhere - the Club put the broad interpretation on it that he was willing, and half a minute later an astounded Finch found that he was, like Julius Caesar, ruler of the then known world (bush-
-walking). Re was only 20. The year was also significant in that I had realised a life's ambition of organising a mountaineering expedition to one of the highest mountain ranges in the world - the Andes of Peru. We needed $20,000 to cover expedition expenses, and it was great to see how willingly people donated to a worthy cause. This "fund raising confidence" came in handy very soon, as you will see.
+walking). He was only 20.
-. Our President was urging everyone to look for a new venue for
-a Reunion site, so I went down to Kangaroo Valley to visit Warwick Deacock's newly established "Camp Chakola" to see what might. be offering there. I wandered a few miles further downstream and came across what looked ideal for our purposes - lovely grassy flats among Casuarinas flanking the clean flowing Kangaroo River azid bush-covered hillsides surmounted by a fantastic rock escarpment. As the owner wasn't around I wasn't able to ask questions, so merely noted the place as a likely Reunion site. Shortly afterwards my neighbours Hanna and Rudi Lemberg (ex-bushwalkers) asked me to go with them to look at some land for sale on the Kangaroo River which the Quakers hoped to purchase. Imagine my surprise to find it was the identical spot I had visited earlier. Mr. Chambers, the owner, was home and we discussed price. He was asking $10,000 for the 190 acres.
+The year was also significant in that I had realised a life's ambition of organising a mountaineering expedition to one of the highest mountain ranges in the world - the Andes of Peru. We needed $20,000 to cover expedition expenses, and it was great to see how willingly people donated to a worthy cause. This "fund raising confidence" came in handy very soon, as you will see.
-On the way home we discussed ways and means. Rudi was sure the Quakers would not be able to raise more than $5,000. Suddenly the bright thought came to me that the S.B.W. might be able to go halves in the deal; after all, there was the Era Fund money awaiting investment in just such a scheme. I could hardly wait to get home to ring up .Donnie Finch. With Presidential authority I raced off a circular calling an Extraordinary General Meeting, Club members seemed willing to consider the project if I made myself chief fund raiser. The Era Fund amounted to $1,500. The Club could:add another 01,000 held in a Special Fund, and it was left to me to try to raise the balance of $2,500	and only six weeks to do it in:
-I got my brother Harold, who is an Estate Agent, to bargain with the owner (a thing Quakers will NOT do), and he achieved a drop in price to
+. Our President was urging everyone to look for a new venue for a Reunion site, so I went down to Kangaroo Valley to visit Warwick Deacock's newly established "Camp Chakola" to see what might be offering there. I wandered a few miles further downstream and came across what looked ideal for our purposes - lovely grassy flats among Casuarinas flanking the clean flowing Kangaroo River amid bush-covered hillsides surmounted by a fantastic rock escarpment. As the owner wasn't around I wasn't able to ask questions, so merely noted the place as a likely Reunion site. Shortly afterwards my neighbours Hanna and Rudi Lemberg (ex-bushwalkers) asked me to go with them to look at some land for sale on the Kangaroo River which the Quakers hoped to purchase. Imagine my surprise to find it was the identical spot I had visited earlier. Mr. Chambers, the owner, was home and we discussed price. He was asking $10,000 for the 190 acres.
-$9,000 cash.	"Cash" is the magical word ,in land deals. By mutual agreement
-the Quakers were to take 100 acres at $5,0005 and the Bushwalkers 90 acres at
+On the way home we discussed ways and means. Rudi was sure the Quakers would not be able to raise more than $5,000. Suddenly the bright thought came to me that the S.B.W. might be able to go halves in the deal; after all, there was the Era Fund money awaiting investment in just such a scheme. I could hardly wait to get home to ring up Donnie Finch. With Presidential authority I raced off a circular calling an Extraordinary General Meeting, Club members seemed willing to consider the project if I made myself chief fund raiser. The Era Fund amounted to $1,500. The Club could add another $1,000 held in a Special Fund, and it was left to me to try to raise the balance of $2,500 and only six weeks to do it in.
-$4,000.	Things began to look promising; , it shouldn't be impossible to raise
-$1,500 from Club members, notorious tight-wad's though they be. I prepared a couple of hundred circulars which were handed out at meetings or posted to absent members, asking them to pay or promise what they could afford, and, to cut the story short, the week "I was clue 'to leave'for-Peru-the-teCal-oli.,500
+I got my brother Harold, who is an Estate Agent, to bargain with the owner (a thing Quakers will NOT do), and he achieved a drop in price to $9,000 cash.	"Cash" is the magical word ,in land deals. By mutual agreement the Quakers were to take 100 acres at $5,0005 and the Bushwalkers 90 acres at $4,000.	Things began to look promising; , it shouldn't be impossible to raise $1,500 from Club members, notorious tight-wads though they be. I prepared a couple of hundred circulars which were handed out at meetings or posted to absent members, asking them to pay or promise what they could afford, and, to cut the story short, the week "I was due to leave for Peru -the-teCal-oli.,500 was reached.
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-was reached. When I returned a year later it was a "fait accompli". The Bushies, together with the wallabies, wombats, echidnas, bandicoots, lyre birds, ducks, parrots, etc0 now had their own 90 acres of Australia, and the responsibility of protecting this bit of the environment for all time. The name "Coolana" (Happy Meeting Place) was chosen and a Coolana Committee elected to manage its affairs and.raise funds to pay the rates.
+When I returned a year later it was a "fait accompli". The Bushies, together with the wallabies, wombats, echidnas, bandicoots, lyre birds, ducks, parrots, etc now had their own 90 acres of Australia, and the responsibility of protecting this bit of the environment for all time. The name "Coolana" (Happy Meeting Place) was chosen and a Coolana Committee elected to manage its affairs and raise funds to pay the rates.
-With the construction downstream of the Tallowa Dam, the river level rose considerably. The Water Board resumed about 14 acres of our river flat and recompensed us with S'700 plus another 40 acre block adjacent. This western block is extremely steep creek and gorge terrain - useless from the point of view of the Lands Department, but marvellous for wallabies, wombats and bush- walkers. Vie are allowed to use the river flats as we did previously.
+With the construction downstream of the Tallowa Dam, the river level rose considerably. The Water Board resumed about 14 acres of our river flat and recompensed us with S'700 plus another 40 acre block adjacent. This western block is extremely steep creek and gorge terrain - useless from the point of view of the Lands Department, but marvellous for wallabies, wombats and bushwalkers. We are allowed to use the river flats as we did previously.
 In 1975 at a General Meeting 2700 was voted for the construction of a picnic shelter with an indoor fireplace to be used when fire bans precluded outdoor fires. George Gray was appointed Construction Engineer, and it would have been impossible to find a more able person. The saga of the hut building deserves a story of its own, which you may read in a future "Bushwalker".
-Willing hands and working bees performed incredible feats, and the but materialised. When the final coat of paint had been applied, we decided a celebration was in order, and George suggested that we hold a barn dance. This proved such an enormous success, it has become an annual event - a sort of mini reunion. The musical team of the Club performs into the wee small hoars, the dancers expend kilojoules of energy, and the watchers recline around the periphery of the dance floor on lilos or mattresses - the double inner-sprinE GeOrge brought down from Wbodhill to accommodate the whole Gray family; the special one that materialised for Owen because of his bad back; the C.S.I.R.O. woolsacks that Dot machined up into palliasse covers and the young girls Kathleen Susan and Clare had a good time stuffing with dry meadow grass - and Dot nearly lost a little finger when the plunged a hand into a tussock of dry grass and encountered a set rabbit trap. But the one with the best story was the one Marie Byles donated from her Buddhist "House of the Happy Omen".
-On the day I drove Marie and her mattress down to Kangaroo Valley, I broke
+Willing hands and working bees performed incredible feats, and the but materialised. When the final coat of paint had been applied, we decided a celebration was in order, and George suggested that we hold a barn dance. This proved such an enormous success, it has become an annual event - a sort of mini reunion. The musical team of the Club performs into the wee small hours, the dancers expend kilojoules of energy and the watchers recline around the periphery of the dance floor on lilos or mattresses - the double inner-spring George brought down from Woodhill to accommodate the whole Gray family; the special one that materialised for Owen because of his bad back; the C.S.I.R.O. woolsacks that Dot machined up into palliasse covers and the young girls Kathleen Susan and Clare had a good time stuffing with dry meadow grass - and Dot nearly lost a little finger when the plunged a hand into a tussock of dry grass and encountered a set rabbit trap. But the one with the best story was the one Marie Byles donated from her Buddhist "House of the Happy Omen".
-the journey at a Country Club an route so that she could have a rest. I laid her mattress out on the Golf Course and settled the frail little 80-year-old
-lady thereon. While she slept I took a swift drive back to a garage for petrol. Meanwhile the manager drove out from the Clubhouse. On seeing the unusual sight on his Golf Course, he got such a shock that he .drove the car over a 4 ft. culvert. I returned to a scene of some commotion. A tractor had been
+On the day I drove Marie and her mattress down to Kangaroo Valley, I broke the journey at a Country Club an route so that she could have a rest. I laid her mattress out on the Golf Course and settled the frail little 80-year-old lady thereon. While she slept I took a swift drive back to a garage for petrol. Meanwhile the manager drove out from the Clubhouse. On seeing the unusual sight on his Golf Course, he got such a shock that he drove the car over a 4 ft. culvert. I returned to a scene of some commotion. A tractor had been summoned to drag the car out. Various men were milling about. The housekeeper was hurrying across the green with a thermos of coffee - - and Marie slept on, innocent as a babe.
-sUmmoned to drag the car out. Various men were milling about. The housekeeper was hurrying across the green with a thermos of coffee - - and Marie slept on, innocent as a babe.
-. The Coolana Committee believes that the property has become'a focal point for many Club activities, and that it is the "Happy Meeting Place" that inspired its name.
+The Coolana Committee believes that the property has become a focal point for many Club activities, and that it is the "Happy Meeting Place" that inspired its name.
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