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- | XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-X*XXXkXX | + | ====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ====== |
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- | YXXXXXXXX-XXYXXXXXXXXXXX************XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX****XXXXXXXXX*** | + | 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, |
- | PRODUCTION MANAGER: Helen Gray. | + | |**Production Manager**|Helen Gray.| |
- | TYPIST: Kath Brown. | + | |**Typist**|Kath Brown.| |
- | DUPLICATOR OPERATOR: | + | |**Duplicator Operator**|Phil Butt.| |
- | JUNEz. 1982. | + | |
- | Rozelle, 2039. | + | === June, 1982 === |
- | Carlingford, | + | |
- | Page | + | ===== In This Issue: ===== |
- | by Patrick McBride 2 | + | |
- | Peter Miller | + | | | |Page| |
- | 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| |
- | 12 | + | |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 " |
- | 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 | + | ===== Advertisements: |
- | Carnival in Switzerland | + | |
- | Three Peaks Cheater | + | | |Page| |
- | Bushwalker Recipes No.2 | + | |Eastwood Camping Centre|12| |
- | Sequel to the 3-Peaks Trip Bet | + | |
- | Advertisement - Eastwood Camping Centre | + | ---- |
- | History of " | + | |
- | Conservation Finance | + | === S.B.W. Changes Its Meeting Place. === |
- | The May General Meeting | + | |
+ | 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 | ||
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+ | ===== Kiandra Crossing. ===== | ||
- | 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 | ||
- | 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 | ||
- | 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, | ||
- | KIANDRA CROSSING. | ||
by Patrick McBride. | 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' | ||
- | Kiandra seemed even colder in the bleak grey of first light as we plodded up sheet ice on the back hills, | ||
- | 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' | ||
- | 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' | ||
- | 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, | ||
- | 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, | ||
- | Twelve o' | ||
- | 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' | ||
- | 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 " | ||
- | 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. | + | 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' | + | 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' |
- | Page 4 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, | + | |
- | Gutheg | + | 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 | + | |
- | ir_ese | + | 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' |
- | initially bright dawn changed to leaden grey as a cold steady | + | |
- | D: | + | 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' | + | |
- | B, | + | 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: | + | |
- | 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 | + | |
- | the maftiple | + | 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, |
- | we pas' | + | |
- | at Gouourn | + | Twelve o' |
- | distan,a. | + | |
- | XXXXXXXXXX | + | 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' |
- | SKI-TO7RING. | + | |
- | Lme.interested in ski-touring on 17thil8th | + | 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 " |
- | Page 5 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, | + | |
- | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | These yellowing, tattered-edged pictures were a reminder of the stockmen | ||
+ | |||
+ | An initially bright dawn changed to leaden grey as a cold steady | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | Because | ||
+ | |||
+ | After lunch at Mawsons the Kerries turned on wind and mist, producing | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Ski-touring. === | ||
+ | |||
+ | Anyone | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Camp At Splendour Rock. ===== | ||
by Peter Miller. | 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. | 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' | + | |
- | It was many years since I had done a solo trip and as everything | + | I had planned to go on Tony Marshall' |
- | 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: | + | 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 |
- | 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' | + | 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' |
- | Although there was plenty of water at Mbbb's Soak the small soa' | + | |
- | 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 | + | |
- | 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 |
- | 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. | + | 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 | + | |
- | THE SYDNEY BUSHULLKER June, | + | 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. |
- | - - ,, I 1 | + | |
- | western slopes of Claadmaker v7' | + | 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 |
- | After breakfast | + | |
+ | After breakfast | ||
It would be possible to fit two tents on the campsite but I do recommend a solo trip for anyone thinking of camping there. | It would be possible to fit two tents on the campsite but I do recommend a solo trip for anyone thinking of camping there. | ||
- | - | + | |
- | * * * * * 3E, *' * * * * * | + | ---- |
- | CARNIVAL | + | |
+ | ===== Carnival In Switzerland. ===== | ||
by Margaret Reid. | 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 " | ||
- | 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' | ||
- | 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, | ||
- | 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. | ||
- | xxxx*******. | ||
- | Page 7 THE SYDNEY HUSHWALKER June, | ||
- | ====== Three Peaks Cheater | + | 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. |
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+ | |||
+ | After travelling by train from Zurich to Basle, our Swiss hosts introduced us to the last day of the celebrations by serving tea and " | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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, | ||
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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. ===== | ||
by Gordon Lee. | 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" | Tigen I joined S.B.W..in 1975 one of my ambitions was to become one of that illustrious band "The Tiger Walkers" | ||
had become Peaceful Pussycats, but some thank goodness were still functioning.. | had become Peaceful Pussycats, but some thank goodness were still functioning.. |
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