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-The Sydney Bushwalker
+===== The Sydney Bushwalker =====
+Established June 1931
-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 at the Cahill Community Cenire (Upper Hall),
+Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, telephone 798-8607.
-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 Cahill Community Cenire (Upper Hall), 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, telephone 798-8607.
+|**Editor**|Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039.  Telephone 827-3695.|
-Editor	Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039. Telephone 827-3695.
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118.  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|
-Duplicator Operator	Phil Butt
-JULY, 1983.
+===== July 1983 =====
-To the Krungle Bungle and Beyond		by	Tom Wenman	Page	2
+^ ^ ^ page ^
-Dormant Heathlands			Peter Christian	4
+| To the Krungle Bungle and Beyond | by	Tom Wenman |  2 |
-Vale - Kath McKay				5
+| Dormant Heathlands | Peter Christian	|  4 |
-The Turoh in Winter			Barbara Bruce	5
+| Vale - Kath McKay | |  5 |
-A Different Perspective				6
+| The Turoh in Winter | Barbara Bruce |  5 |
-The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes			Jim Brown	7
+| A Different Perspective | |  6 |
-Social Notes for August			Jo Van Sommers	8
+| The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes | Jim Brown  |  7 |
-Nerriga Area - Easter 1959			Frank Leyden	9
+| Social Notes for August | Jo Van Sommers |  8 |
-Aa-- Eastwood Camping Centre				13
+| Nerriga Area - Easter 1959 | Frank Leyden |  9 |
-Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges	- Part 1		Wal Liddle
+| Ad-- Eastwood Camping Centre | |  13 |
-Tree for the Day			Spiro Hajinakitas	17
+| Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges	- Part I 	Wal Liddle |   |
-* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *.* * * * * * * * * * * * *
+| Tree for the Day | Spiro Hajinakitas |  17 |
-Page 2	THE SYDNEY BUSEWAIKER	July, 1983.
-TO THE KRUNGLE BUNGLE AND BEYOND.
+===== To The Krungle Bungle and Beyond =====
-by Tom Wenman.
+by Tom Wenman
-by do men go to the hills? The prophets of old went to seek strength and guidance from a higher being. Today perhaps the reasons are more obscure but certainly there is an impelling desire to get away even for a weekend from the restrictions of modern life. Perhaps there is even .a masochistjnot_t9 s2zr 'macho'. intent.	Certainly in the week leading up to the weekeha 61th628/29t1i14.0 anyone who said he was going bushwalking that weekend could have been looked upon as something of an excentric, if not to say a little light upstairs and certainly in need of some counselling:
-Certainly my wife looked at me somewhat disbelievingly When on the . Friday night with the rain still coming down and the mist rising up to meet it, I insisted that I was still going walking. Was there a, moment of di.- belief in her eyes? Perhaps I was really going away for a lustful weekend with a beautiful blonde (actually I. am not un-partial to brunettes). Oh, happy fantasy: but I fear there was not the slightest chance of such'a prospect. No, I was actually going bushwalking and rsyching myself up for a sodden weekend of walking and camping on Bob Hodgson's Krungle Bungle and beyond adventure.
+Why do men go to the hills? The prophets of old went to seek strength and guidance from a higher being. Today perhaps the reasons are more obscure but certainly there is an impelling desire to get away even for a weekend from the restrictions of modern life. Perhaps there is even a masochistic, not to say 'macho' intent.	Certainly in the week leading up to the weekend of 28/29th May anyone who said he was going bushwalking that weekend could have been looked upon as something of an eccentric, if not to say a little light upstairs and certainly in need of some counseling!
+Certainly my wife looked at me somewhat disbelievingly when on the Friday night with the rain still coming down and the mist rising up to meet it, I insisted that I was still going walking. Was there a moment of disbelief in her eyes? Perhaps I was really going away for a lustful weekend with a beautiful blonde (actually I am not un-partial to brunettes). Oh, happy fantasy: but I fear there was not the slightest chance of such a prospect. No, I was actually going bushwalking and psyching myself up for a sodden weekend of walking and camping on Bob Hodgson's Krungle Bungle and beyond adventure.
+It was therefore with considerable surprise and some deep down hope that when we arrived at Budthingeroo it was not actually raining. True the sky was overcast but the clouds were moving across at a fair rate of knots and illuminated by an early full moon seemed to give some promise of a better trip than we might have hoped for. So we pitched an army of tents - one for each man (definitely no beautiful blondes to be seen) and settled down to sleep.
+The morning came cold, damp and windy, although it's surprising how sheltered the campsite was. There had been some light rain during the night and now also a squally wind drove rain across the open paddocks beyond the shelter of the trees. The clouds too were still hurtling across the sky but through the several layers was occasionally glimpsed something which might just be blue sky. We lived in hope as we tried to encourage a reluctant fire to burn more cheerfully and to greater purpose.
+A casual start at 9 o'clock caused our self appointed 'Leader Supervisor', Peter Harris, to deduct two points from the leader's starting total of ten. The definitely improving weather however encouraged some superstitious respect towards Bob, as of course it is often suspected and even claimed by some leaders that they have this power over the elements, or at least an understanding with the Almighty.
+We walked by fire trails which were often waterlogged, past Mumbedah Swamp and Whalania Heights, soon encountering our first flooded creek. I think it came as a bit of a surprise to Kerry McCarthy, a prospective an his first weekend walk with the Club, when he discovered that there's only one way to get across, but he took to the water like a veteran. In fact there were very few creek crossings on this trip which was tailored by our redoubtable leader to suit the conditions.
+Without much fuss and by courtesy of various fire trails we arrived at the Mighty Krungle Bungle Range and leaving our packs by the fire trail ascended a few feet to the rocky outcrops which mark the summit of the range. There were some good views to be had both of the route which we had followed that morning and of conquests to come. A cold wind however Soon drove us from our vantage point. I must confess however that the direction of our approach to Krungle Bungle does not reveal it as much of a mountain, but that of course is because you are on  high ground already.
+Having thus achieved our initial success with some ease there follow some intricate navigation after leaving a fire trail, for the use of which (the fire trail) our ever-vigilant supervisor deducted a further point. Bob however redeemed his reputation and the point by successfully navigating the party along the Krungle Bungle Range to our next peak, the famed Guouogang. Our route-over Ferny Flat and the Krungle Bungle Range, although through bush, afforded good views from time to time of the ridges plunging down to the Jenolan Creek and of Guouogang in the distance.
-It was therefore with considerable surprise and some deep down hope that when we arrived at Budthingeroo it was not actually raining. True the sky was overcast but the clouds were moving across at a_fair rate of knots and illuminated by an early full moon seemed to give some promise of a better trip than we might have hoped for. So we pitched an army of tents - one for each man (definitely no beautiful blondes to be seen) and settled down to sleep.
-The morning came cold, damp and windy, although it's surprising how sheltered the campsite was. There had been some light rain during the night and now also a squally wind drove rain across the open paddocks beyond the shelter of the trees. The clouds too were still hurtling across the sky but through the several layers was occasionally glimpsed something which might just be blue sky. We lived in hppe as we tried to encourage a reluctant fire to burn more cheerfully and -66.gi.ea16er purpose.
-A casual start at 9 o'clock caused our self appointed 'Leader Supervisor',
-Peter Harris, to deduct two points from the leader's starting total of ten.
-The definitely improving weather however encouraged some superstitious respect towards Bob, as of course it is often suspected and even claimed by some leaders that they have this power over the elements, or at least an understanding with the Almighty.
-We walked by fire trails which were often waterlogged, past Mumbedah
-Swamp and Whalania Heights, soon encountering our first flooded creek. I
-think it came as a'bit of a surprise to KergylacCarthy, a prospective an his first weekend walk with the Club, when he discovered that there's only one way to get across, but he took to the water like a veteran. In fact there were very few creek crossings on this trip which was tailored by our redoubtable leader to suit the conditions.
-Without much fuss and by courtesy of various fire trails we arrived at
-the Mighty Krungle Bungle Range and leaving our packs by the fire trail ascended a few feet to the rocky outcrops which mark the summit of the range.
-July, 1983.	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	Page 3
-There were some good views to be had both of the route which we had followed
-that morning and.of.conquests to come. A cold wind however Soon drove us
-from our vantage point. . I must confess however that the direction of our approach to Krungle Bungle does not reveal it as much of a mountain,-but that of course is because you are on -high ground already.
-	Having :thus achieved our initial success with some ease' there
-follow some intricate navigation 'after leaving a fire trail, for the use of which (the fire trail) our ever-vigilant supervisor deducted a further point. Bob however redeemed'his' reputation and the point by successfully navigating the party along the.Krungle Bungle Range to .our.next peak, the famed Guouogang. Our route-over Ferny Flat and the Krungle Bungle Range, although through bush, afforded good views from time to time of the ridges plunging down to the Jenolan Creek and of Guouogang. in the distance.
 The view from the top of Guouogang was superb. Looking east, the long finger of Narrow Neck pointing towards Mt. Mouin led the eye over the whole of the Wild Dog Mountains and thence in a great sweep to the southeast to
-the High Gangerang. The Kings Tableland provided a splendid backdrop to all this wealth of walking country, and. away to the south Kanangra was just visible. Our climb through the thick sordt Surrodffoling the final approaches of Guouogang, although difficult, was sheltered, but once out an to the exposed top of the mountain we felt the full force of the cold southerly wind and although there was blue sky with only patchy clouds we did not prolong our luncheon stop.
+the High Gangerang. The Kings Tableland provided a splendid backdrop to all this wealth of walking country, and away to the south Kanangra was just visible. Our climb through the thick scrrub surrounding the final approaches of Guouogang, although difficult, was sheltered, but once out an to the exposed top of the mountain we felt the full force of the cold southerly wind and although there was blue sky with only patchy clouds we did not prolong our luncheon stop.
-Queahgang to the north'as our next objective and we were pleased to encounter reasonable going through the bush for aur final peak. A short but sharp climb to the top and we then retraced our steps to join the ridge for the descent to the junction of Mumbedah and Alala Creeks. Soon after commencing our descent we encountered a crashed aircraft. Not having been previously aware of its existence we were rather subdued by this encounter
-and by nature of its damage cauld speaulate on the awful suddenness with which the pilot met his death.
+Queahgang to the north was our next objective and we were pleased to encounter reasonable going through the bush for our final peak. A short but sharp climb to the top and we then retraced our steps to join the ridge for the descent to the junction of Mumbedah and Alala Creeks. Soon after commencing our descent we encountered a crashed aircraft. Not having been previously aware of its existence we were rather subdued by this encounter
-Time howeVer was pressing and we had yet to find 'out if the selected campsite was in fact a viable proposition. The descent was steep and tiring on the limbs but we finally, made it down to the 'creek and foUnd a pleasant though nettle-infested campsite	Mumbedah Creek revealed by its torrent of water that our route for the morrow would have to be changed to take this into account. For the time being however we were pleased to sit around a roaring fire with some rum to revive us and rose' to further lighten our spirits. In the course of the evening the moon, freed from obscurity of the clouds from time to time, gradually illuminated our little valley.
+and by nature of its damage could speculate on the awful suddenness with which the pilot met his death.
+Time however was pressing and we had yet to find out if the selected campsite was in fact a viable proposition. The descent was steep and tiring on the limbs but we finally made it down to the creek and found a pleasant though nettle-infested campsite. Mumbedah Creek revealed by its torrent of water that our route for the morrow would have to be changed to take this into account. For the time being however we were pleased to sit around a roaring fire with some rum to revive us and rose to further lighten our spirits. In the course of the evening the moon, freed from obscurity of the clouds from time to time, gradually illuminated our little valley.
 Such was the brightness of the moonlight that daybreak did indeed steal imperceptibly through the last vestiges of night revealing day similar to the previous one, with patches of clouds pursuing their swift but seemingly interminable journey across the sky.
-Our introduction to the day's walking was abrupt and to the point. First we crossed the torrent of Mumbedah Creek, a very cool experience, and then began the sharp ascent of the side of Moorara Buttress. The climb to the first level part of the ridge was a bit of a lung buster and cleared out any cobwebs remaining in the system. Looking across the valley we could see
-Page 4	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	July, 1983.
+Our introduction to the day's walking was abrupt and to the point. First we crossed the torrent of Mumbedah Creek, a very cool experience, and then began the sharp ascent of the side of Moorara Buttress. The climb to the first level part of the ridge was a bit of a lung buster and cleared out any cobwebs remaining in the system. Looking across the valley we could see the peaks of Guouogang and Queahgong and the ridge by which we descended to our campsite. Some streaks of white amongst the tree-covered gullies revealed the volume of water pouring down the mountain creeks.
-the peaks of Guouogang and Queahgong and the ridge by which we descended to
-our campsite. Some streaks of white amongst the tree-covered gullies revealed the volume of water pouring down the mountain creeks.
+After some scrambling through granite boulders a path was discovered which we estimated had been cut some time in the previous twelve months and probably for horse traffic. The way thus having been prepared for us our speed over the ground increased and by bridle track and fire trail we climbed over Moorara Mountain and Moorara Boss to find ourselves among undulating tree-clad country, and finally the Belara fire trail where we had started.
-After some scrambling through granite boulders a path was discovered which we estimated had been cut some time in the previous twelve months and probably for horse traffic. The way thus having been prepared for us ou. speed over the ground increased and by bridle track and fire trail we climbed over Moorara Mountain and Moorara Boss to find ourselves among undulating tree-clad country, and finally the Belara fire trail where we had started.
 Bob having regained all his ten points, and the weather having proved superb through out the weekend, he retained some aura of 'leadership mystery', whilst Kerry was pleased to have completed his first weekend walk and enquired rather innocently if they were all like this. I had to tell him that they were not
-* * * * * * * * * *
-DORMANT HEATHLANDS.
+===== Dormant Heathlands =====
-by Peter Christian.
+by Peter Christian
-Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors,
-Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf.
+| Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors, |
-Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief.
+|    Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf. |
-Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, However this lack of nature's symphony shall be brief.
+| Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, ||
-Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream
+|    State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief. |
-Falling freely into ocean's arms, as the fishes. it delights. Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature's moods,
+| Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, |
-Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista
+|    However this lack of nature's symphony shall be brief. |
-Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights.
+| |
-Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat,
+| Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream |
--Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides. The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city,
+|    Falling freely into ocean's arms, as the fishes it delights. |
-A. perfect place to let our life flow rythmically with the tides. Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides.
+| Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature's moods, |
-***XX x xx).0(
+|    Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. |
-July, 1983.	THE SYDNIY.BUSHWALKER	Page 5
+| Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista |
-VALE - KATH MCKAY.
+|    Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights. |
-On 4th June last and in the presence of her niece, Catherine, old family friends and bushwalkers of other days, the ashes of our loved member were committed to the bush in a quiet corner of one of her favourite areas, the Ku-Ring-Gai Chase National Park. This simple yet dignified ceremony had been arranged by The Dungalla Club. One of Kath's old walking companions, Laurence (Mouldy) Harrison, addressed those assembled, recapping 'her loVe of the great outdoors, her unusual qualities and pleasant personality and her contributions .to her old Club (Sydney Bush Walkers), not only in good comradeship but in prose and verse in recognition of all of which, in her twilight years, she was elected an Honorary Member.
+| |
-At the conclusion of the obsequies, Ron Knightley recited that poem of Kath's entitled "Bivouac" which appeared in the February 1983 issue of this publication. It is doubtful if any more appropriate words could have been spoken in carrying out Kath's expressed ea7lier wishes that she would rest
+| Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat, |
-amongst the wildflowers which gave her so much joy. The last verse is worthy of repetition:-
+|    Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides. |
-"Paltry ambition this, and negative
+| The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city, |
-but fame enough: when we pack up at last
+|    A perfect place to let our life flow rythmically with the tides. |
-our bivouac of three score years and ten
+| Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, |
-sufficient if we leave no hurt to mar
+|   Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides. |
-earth's face or man's: but only, where we lived
-may there be sunlight and such sense of peace that wanderers who come upon the piece
+===== Vale - Kath McKay =====
-must pause, and say, "Someone. was happy here".
+On 4th June last and in the presence of her niece, Catherine, old family friends and bushwalkers of other days, the ashes of our loved member were committed to the bush in a quiet corner of one of her favourite areas, the Ku-Ring-Gai Chase National Park. This simple yet dignified ceremony had been arranged by The Dungalla Club. One of Kath's old walking companions, Laurence (Mouldy) Harrison, addressed those assembled, recapping her love of the great outdoors, her unusual qualities and pleasant personality and her contributions to her old Club (Sydney Bush Walkers), not only in good comradeship but in prose and verse in recognition of all of which, in her twilight years, she was elected an Honorary Member.
-***XXX-XXXX****
-THE MON IN 'WINTER.	by Barbara Bruce.
+At the conclusion of the obsequies, Ron Knightley recited that poem of Kath's entitled "Bivouac" which appeared in the February 1983 issue of this publication. It is doubtful if any more appropriate words could have been spoken in carrying out Kath's expressed earlier wishes that she would rest amongst the wildflowers which gave her so much joy. The last verse is worthy of repetition:-
-Bill Burke's trip along the Turon River from Sofala to Hill End on the Queen's Birthday Weekend was one of those trips which is warmly satisfying to the soul. It was a car swap trip and as such did not have U.S actually walking along the river until almost midday Saturday, when it was still pretty chilly. We imagined what it would be like in spring and summer.
-Most membe-....s of the party covered the 30 kilometres with ease, but
+|Paltry ambition this, and negative|
-I'll respect the wishes of the poor unfortunate who felt almost every step,
+|but fame enough: when we pack up at last|
-and not name them....	The same poor unfortunate had their sock gallantly'
+|our bivouac of three score years and ten|
-retrieved after they'd dropped it during one of the two necessary crossings.
+|sufficient if we leave no hurt to mar|
-The Turon had been in flood only a couple of weeks before, but now it is a. serene stream with the occasional gentle rapid over the river 'stones. The banks were green and there was an abundance of wood for our morning teas, lunches and camps. Along the way we caught sight of a few kangaroos and many crimson and blue parakeets. The only minor detraCtion was the abundent and not easily visible tiger pear cactus, whose thorns were quite painful and hard to. extraot, if you were unlucky enough to step or put your hand on one.
+|earth's face or man's: but only, where we lived|
-On the Monday morning the 16 of us arose to a ground covered in white
+|may there be sunlight and such sense of peace|
-Page 6	THE SYDNEY BUSHiVAIKER	'July, 1983.
+|that wanderers who come upon the piece|
-frost, although some had be4n:token-earIier with the drip of defrosting condensation from the ceilings of their tents.
+|must pause, and say, "Someone. was happy here".|
-Close to Hill End we saw strong evidence of the former gold mining
-days in the form of stone races and one of the tiny old huts which is. still . standing. (There is, however, an ugly ghost in this hut which takes unsuspecting females by surprise, so be warned.) It Hill.End itself we
+===== The Turon In Winter =====
-'did the sights' and visited the interesting museum, where I saw some things . which made me glad I wasn't a doctor's patient at that time.
+by Barbara Bruce
-Then, as much as we would have liked to finish this pleasant weekend with a meal at the convivial "Cafe Sofala" with its pot-bellied stove and .open-hearthed fire we were too early for them, and reluctantly set our sights for horn.
-* *	* * * * * *
+Bill Burke's trip along the Turon River from Sofala to Hill End on the Queen's Birthday Weekend was one of those trips which is warmly satisfying to the soul. It was a car swap trip and as such did not have us actually walking along the river until almost midday Saturday, when it was still pretty chilly. We imagined what it would be like in spring and summer.
-A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE.	Anonymous.
-Having been a participant on Bill Capon's Anzac Walk in the Ettrema area, I feel I must clear our leader's reputation and set the records straight.	(Reference: The.Sydney Bushwalker, June Issue, Pages 2 to 6)
+Most members of the party covered the 30 kilometres with ease, but I'll respect the wishes of the poor unfortunate who felt almost every step, and not name them....	The same poor unfortunate had their sock gallantly retrieved after they'd dropped it during one of the two necessary crossings.
-Bill's apparent disorganization, his mess of plastic Las and broken yogurt containers, and his holey jumpers and ;inside-out T-shirts, all disguise the brilliant qualities we look for and admire in a leader. I jest you not, and the Anzac Walk proved my point. Despite the difficulty of the Ettrema area, his navigation was "spot-on", and the error on Danjera Plateau was due to another party member's momentary misplacement. To this end, the article should be altered thus: Page 2 Line 30 "B" to read "Ph"
-Line 33 "Ph" to read "B"
+The Turon had been in flood only a couple of weeks before, but now it is a serene stream with the occasional gentle rapid over the river 'stones. The banks were green and there was an abundance of wood for our morning teas, lunches and camps. Along the way we caught sight of a few kangaroos and many crimson and blue parakeets. The only minor detraction was the abundant and not easily visible tiger pear cactus, whose thorns were quite painful and hard to extract, if you were unlucky enough to step or put your hand on one.
-Line 35 "B" to read "Ph".
-Similar distractions by other party members were the cause of other momentary hesitations about the location of particular passes, e.g. the pass near the Amphitheatre. Alter thus: Page 5 Line 11 "Bill" to read "Steve".
+On the Monday morning the 16 of us arose to a ground covered in white frost, although some had been woken earlier with the drip of defrosting condensation from the ceilings of their tents.
-' As for Bill's personal habits, any Time arid Motion Study expert would tell you that he probably saves many hours over the period of a year by:-
-(a) Not taking time to turn each clothing item right way after removing it.
+Close to Hill End we saw strong evidence of the former gold mining days in the form of stone races and one of the tiny old huts which is still standing. (There is, however, an ugly ghost in this hut which takes unsuspecting females by surprise, so be warned.) It Hill End itself we 'did the sights' and visited the interesting museum, where I saw some things which made me glad I wasn't a doctor's patient at that time.
-.03	Not mending holes in clothes.	. ..
-(c) Only washing clothes half as regularly as the rest of us, by wearing both sides before laundering.
+Then, as much as we would have liked to finish this pleasant weekend with a meal at the convivial "Cafe Sofala" with its pot-bellied stove and open-hearthed fire we were too early for them, and reluctantly set our sights for home.
-(a) Leaving packs and clothes out in the rain to save washing them at all. .(e) Blending his pears and yogurt in his pack whilst moving along during
-the walk.
+===== A Different Perspective =====
+Anonymous
+Having been a participant on Bill Capon's Anzac Walk in the Ettrema area, I feel I must clear our leader's reputation and set the records straight. (Reference: The.Sydney Bushwalker, June Issue, Pages 2 to 6)
+Bill's apparent disorganization, his mess of plastic bags and broken yogurt containers, and his holey jumpers and inside-out T-shirts, all disguise the brilliant qualities we look for and admire in a leader. I jest you not, and the Anzac Walk proved my point. Despite the difficulty of the Ettrema area, his navigation was "spot-on", and the error on Danjera Plateau was due to another party member's momentary misplacement. To this end, the article should be altered thus:
+| Page 2 | Line 30 "B" to read "Ph" |
+| Line 33 | "Ph" to read "B" |
+| Line 35 | "B" to read "Ph". |
+Similar distractions by other party members were the cause of other momentary hesitations about the location of particular passes, e.g. the pass near the Amphitheatre. Alter thus:
+| Page 5 | Line 11 "Bill" to read "Steve".|
+As for Bill's personal habits, any Time and Motion Study expert would tell you that he probably saves many hours over the period of a year by:
+  * Unordered List Item Not taking time to turn each clothing item right way after removing it.
+  * Unordered List Item Not mending holes in clothes.
+  * Unordered List Item Only washing clothes half as regularly as the rest of us, by wearing both sides before laundering.
+  * Unordered List Item Leaving packs and clothes out in the rain to save washing them at all.
+  * Blending his pears and yogurt in his pack whilst moving along during the walk.
 We-cauld all take a lesson from his "economy of mofion" and navig.ational skills.	I look forward to more of Bill's walks, particularly in
 this beautiful area.
 ,;..:L;c:	.
-Page 7	TEE SYDNEY BITS1041.1=	JuAy, 1983.
-.....
+===== THE CASE OF THE DIRTY SaNDSHOES =====
-THE CASE OF THE DIRTY SIND SHOES.
+by Jim Brown
-by Jim Brown.
 In the May issue of the magazine a Federation newsletter was enclosed: this contained an outline of the search conducted an the Colo River for two young people, Ana Herzel and Nick Gann, who undertook a trip into the Colo Gorge in mid-March this year, and were a few days overdue before walking out under their ovin steam on Friday, 18th March. In the meantime a large Police- organised S. & R. action had been mounted, with some 60 walkers including members of S.B.W. taking part.
 During the May meeting of Federation, which I actually attended as a Bush Club delegate, a letter from Ana Herzel's mother was read. In addition to enclosing a cheque for S. & R., it spoke eloquently of the kindness, encouragement and assistance given to parents of the missing couple by the S. & R. people present at the Culoul Range base. Now, I won't swear to the
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 After a few, experiments, I began to talk others into it. My boon companions of the time, Ken 'Meadows and Phil Hall, were the first to succumb. In February 1948, Ken and I romped across the Alps, 95 miles from Tumbarumba to Kosciusko to Khancoban,in five days in sneakers. Our only problem was in crossing a-snow slope on the east,face of Twynam when our rubber soles iced up and we began to slither down an unpleasantly steep slope towards the rocks. We realised that rubber was marvellous on dry rocks and sandy tracks, but needed a different walking technique on mud, mossy stones .
 and snow.
-Page 8	THE S)NEY BUSHWALKER	June, 1983.
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 In January 1950, I wore boots for the last time on a trip in Tasmania, where mud, snakes and leeches were deeted-to make -them'essential. I had such a miserable time that I left a ioair of boots in the hut in Mount Field National Park, and used an almost worn-out pair of sneakers down to the National Park railway station.
 .	Of course, some of my converts to sneakers really didntt enjoy it.
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 Where boots were once the symbol of the bush walker, it seems now to be
 accepted that, in our easy N.S.T, conditions, sand shoes are the conventonal footwear. I suppose I had some hand in it (should I say "some foot in it"?), but I was happy to hear that, for Mrs. Herzel,'the dirty sand shot has some significance.
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-SOCIAL NOTES FOR AUGUST.
+===== SOCIAL NOTES FOR AUGUST =====
-by Jo Van SomMers.
+by Jo Van Sommers
 August 17 - Talented Persons Concert.
 Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and declaimers please contact
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 Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant,.30 pm.	B.Y.0;
 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest.
-July, 1983.	THE SYDNEY BliSHWALICER	  Page 9
-NERRIGA AREA - YADBORO ESCARPMENT - THE CASTLE - DRURY'S
+===== NERRIGA AREA - YADBORO ESCARPMENT - THE CASTLE - DRURY'S =====
-by Frank 'Leyden.
+by Frank Leyden
-(Following the reprint of Ron Knightley's article on an early trip into the Budawangs, and the reprint of the article by Frank Rigby and Malcolm McGregor of a climb up the east face of The Castle, we are planning to reproduce further write-ups of exploratory walks in this area, now so well known but then only being opened up by walkers. There follows an amusing "horror story" by Frank Leyden of a trip led
-by Alex Colley over Easter 1959 and published in the May issue of the magazine together with reminiscences by other members of the party.
+//(Following the reprint of Ron Knightley's article on an early trip into the Budawangs, and the reprint of the article by Frank Rigby and Malcolm McGregor of a climb up the east face of The Castle, we are planning to reproduce further write-ups of exploratory walks in this area, now so well known but then only being opened up by walkers. There follows an amusing "horror story" by Frank Leyden of a trip led
+by Alex Colley over Easter 1959 and published in the May issue of the magazine together with reminiscences by other members of the party.//
 The true grit of S.B.W. walkers is clearly revealed.
 For those wanting to trace the route on a map it should be pointed
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 approach, althaugh.descending.and beckoning, some of us had cause to know was pretty exercising. The party sat down and muttered. But when the leader
 reappeared from his reconnaissance they were docile and obedient. About a mile or so and the ridge cathe'around to the east, and lo a-bridle track. Nekt time I think we will follaw the open country on the right bank of the Jerricknorra to the clearings west of "The Twins" where this track would originate.
-Our ridge now started to,narrow and-the trees gave place to open.high . country with low scrub. A Great gorge to the north, the Peak to the east and 2000 ft Of cliff and steeps to the south (Yadboro Creek Gorge) with  Currockbilly beyond bathed in sunset splendour, was the setting for our camp. Alan Abbott somehow couldn't get aluminium tent pegs to go into rook. In fact, getting in the 81 tent pegs of the party occasioned more than passing
+Our ridge now started to,narrow and-the trees gave place to open.high . country with low scrub. A Great gorge to the north, the Peak to the east and 2000 ft Of cliff and steeps to the south (Yadboro Creek Gorge) with  Currockbilly beyond bathed in sunset splendour, was the setting for our camp. Alan Abbott somehow couldn't get aluminium tent pegs to go into rook. In fact, getting in the 81 tent pegs of the party occasioned more than passing caMment.	The camp was elevated and-a'15uff-af wind on that treeleSS slope
-Page 10	THE SYDNEY BUSETALKER	July, 1983.
-_
-caMment.	The camp was elevated and-a'15uff-af wind on that treeleSS slope
 would have aludhilated_us.. _However, it:didn't-puff.	Those whom the gods
 love get saved up for sanething-better. _
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 patches .of swamp between the enormous rock slabs on the southern side of
 the rift.
-July-, 1983.	THE SYDNEBUSHWALKER	Page 11
 Towards the end of the evening meal the mist turned to light rain. Everyone was tired. Tents were braced. Fires and voices became lower. From the crevasse depths about:40 ft below came a continental accent, a flicker of sparks, a faint .glow, then blackness and silence. The rain steadily incresed, drumming on the taut tent sheets. I got out and looked
 . at the back of the tent, behind the bushes which had been selected as a wind-break. A large area of flat rock sloped down, draining towards the tent. Above that, the run-off from the next shelf was descending and so on to the top. The gully towards my tent drained about an acre. So in the event of six inches of rain, 136,000 gallons of water would pass through the tent.	It did!
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 I flung myself only to discover that the graandsheet had disappeared.. I found
 it together with my sleeping bag caught against a large rock.....
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-eastwood
+===== TREKKING THROUGH THE MCPHERSON RANGES, NOVEMBER 1982 PART 10 =====
-camping
+by "'Rai. Liddle
-ode
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-iage 14	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKERS	July, 1983.
-TREKKING THROUGH THE MCPHERSON RANGES, NOVEMBER 1982.
-PART 10	by "'Rai. Liddle.
 Through a break in the white fairy floss clouds we could.see the high rise apartment towers of the Gold Coast silhouetted againthe.blue-gray of the coast line.	The pilot's voice came over the interco4"Faste1 seat belts, extinguish all cigarettes," as the plane started on its descent' flight .path.
 The airbus 200 landed at Brisbane airport one hour twenty minutes 'after-take off from Mascot.
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 Our luncheon spot was on a dirt road near an A-frame house not far from
 Natural Bridge. As the luncheon was being prepared a strange cooing sound came from around the bend. Further investigation revealed that the sound emanated from a large fat pigeon that was waddling across the road. The bird
-was brown in colour with a white lower breast and.was feeding on fallen berries
+was brown in colour with a white lower breast and.was feeding on fallen berries and grass seeds. Mark indicated that this was a'Wonga Pigeon.
--
-and grass seeds. Mark indicated that this was a'Wonga Pigeon.
 We then saw alplack-faced fly catcher flying between the trees.. This
 small bird was coloured blue grey on its upper parts with an orange under- -t belly and a black face-
 After devouring the last'Of our cheese sandwiches and finishing off t4e black tea the group piled into the bus'and.were driven to Binna Burra, a camping area adjacent to :Lamington National Park. We pitched the two-man tents on a terraced area at the edge. of a mountain'Plateau with views towards the ocean. aile setting':up the tents we were introduced to Graham, a tree surgeon from Northern. N.S.W. who was joining us as the last member of the bushwalking group.	-	.
 After dinner that evening Mark produced a large spotlight and attempted to show the party some of the animal and bird life that lived in the trees.
-July,.. 1983._	,' SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	, Page 15
 Alas, all we found was a brown Boo Book Owl that seemed to be fast asleep in the fork of a low branched tree.
 We awoke the next morning to a hot and sunny day. Pat indicated that the bus would drive on to our next camping spot and we would only need the bare essentials for the day's walking. Whilst the breakfast was being prepared I strolled over to a cleared area close to the thick bush. Joyce was there before me taking photos of a family of paddemelon wallabies that were grazing on grass seeds and small plants. Here also a scrub turkey was scratching in the dirt and undergrowth for berries and insects. The bird's plumage was black with a red head and a yellow band of colour around its scrawny neck.
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 distance.	.
 The evening meal was partaken with a picturesque red sunset in the background,. the sun taking half-an-hOur to sink below the horizon. . We shared some of our food with two blue and black satin bowerbirds and a yellow and black regent bowerbird. The satid bowerbirds are,so named because of the sheen of their feathers. After-the meal the party adjourned to the guest house .ware a film evening was in iprogreSs consisting of coloured slides and a commentary by an ornithologist. The room was packed with birdwatchers, including some people from America and Japan.	End of PART 1.
-:	- THE SYDNEY BUSEWALKER,	Page 17- .
-FREE FOR THE DAY.
+===== FREE FOR THE DAY =====
 by Spiro Hajinakitas.
 Date&	Saturday, 26th March, 1983.
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 .NOTICE OF CHANGE OF WALK.	LEADER - IAN DEBERT,
 Ian advises that due to unforeseen circumstances he is unableto lead the walk set down for July 23,24 - Hartley Vale Historical Walk, Base Camp at Hartley Vale. The walk will now be on the 30,31st of July, details as programmed for the earlier date.
-X	X -X--X-**
-ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION 1983 - UNFINANCIAL MEKBERS PLEASE NOTE:
+===== ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION 1983 - UNFINANCIAL MEKBERS PLEASE NOTE =====
 Single member	$10
 Married couple	$13