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-===== JULY, 1983 =====
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 | To the Krungle Bungle and Beyond | by	Tom Wenman |  2 |
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 | The Turoh in Winter | Barbara Bruce |  5 |
 | A Different Perspective | |  6 |
-| The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes | Jim Brown  |7 |
+| The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes | Jim Brown  |  7 |
 | Social Notes for August | Jo Van Sommers |  8 |
 | Nerriga Area - Easter 1959 | Frank Leyden |  9 |
-| Ad-- Eastwood Camping Centre | | 13 |
+| Ad-- Eastwood Camping Centre | |  13 |
 | Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges	- Part I 	Wal Liddle |   |
-| Tree for the Day | Spiro Hajinakitas | 17 |
+| Tree for the Day | Spiro Hajinakitas |  17 |
-===== TO THE KRUNGLE BUNGLE AND BEYOND =====
+===== To The Krungle Bungle and Beyond =====
 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:
+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 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.
+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.
-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
-the peaks of Guouogang and Queahgong and the ridge by which we descended to
+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.
-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 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.
+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.
 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
-Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors,
+| Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors, |
-Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf.
+|    Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf. |
-Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief.
+| Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, ||
-Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, However this lack of nature's symphony shall be brief.
+|    State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief. |
-Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream
+| Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, |
-Falling freely into ocean's arms, as the fishes. it delights. Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature's moods,
+|    However this lack of nature's symphony shall be brief. |
-Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista
+| |
-Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights.
+| Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream |
-Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat,
+|    Falling freely into ocean's arms, as the fishes it delights. |
--Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides. The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city,
+| Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature's moods, |
-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.
+|    Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. |
+| Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista |
+|    Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights. |
+| |
+| Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat, |
+|    Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides. |
+| The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city, |
+|    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. |
-===== VALE - KATH MCKAY =====
+===== Vale - Kath McKay =====
-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.
+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
-amongst the wildflowers which gave her so much joy. The last verse is worthy of repetition:-
-"Paltry ambition this, and negative
-but fame enough: when we pack up at last
-our bivouac of three score years and ten
-sufficient if we leave no hurt to mar
-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
-must pause, and say, "Someone. was happy here".
-===== THE MON IN 'WINTER =====
+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:-
+|Paltry ambition this, and negative|
+|but fame enough: when we pack up at last|
+|our bivouac of three score years and ten|
+|sufficient if we leave no hurt to mar|
+|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|
+|must pause, and say, "Someone. was happy here".|
+===== The Turon In Winter =====
 by Barbara Bruce
-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.
+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.
-Most membe-....s 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.
-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.
-On the Monday morning the 16 of us arose to a ground covered in white
-frost, although some had be4n:token-earIier with the drip of defrosting condensation from the ceilings of their tents.
-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.
-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.
-===== A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE =====
+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.
+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.
+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.
+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.
+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 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)
+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 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"
+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:
-Line 35 "B" to read "Ph".
+| Page 2 | Line 30 "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".
+| Line 33 | "Ph" to read "B" |
-' 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:-
+| Line 35 | "B" to read "Ph". |
-(a) Not taking time to turn each clothing item right way after removing it.
-.03	Not mending holes in clothes.	. ..
+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:
-(c) Only washing clothes half as regularly as the rest of us, by wearing both sides before laundering.
+| Page 5 | Line 11 "Bill" to read "Steve".|
-(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.
+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.