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| Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges - Part I Wal Liddle | | | | 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 ===== | ||
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by Peter Christian | 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. | | + | | |
- | | Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, | | | + | | Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, || |
- | | | State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief. | | + | | |
- | | Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, | + | | Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, | |
- | | | However this lack of nature' | + | | |
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- | | Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream | + | | Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream | |
- | | | Falling freely into ocean' | + | | |
- | | Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature' | + | | Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature' |
- | | | Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. | | + | | |
- | | Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista | | | + | | Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista | |
- | | |Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights. | | + | | |
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- | | Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat, | + | | 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, | | | + | | The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city, | |
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- | | Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, | + | | Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, | |
- | | | Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides. | | + | | Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides. | |
===== Vale - Kath McKay ===== | ===== Vale - Kath McKay ===== | ||
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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. | ||
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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. | 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 ' | + | 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 ' |
- | On the Monday morning the 16 of us arose to a ground covered in white | + | |
- | frost, although some had be4n: | + | |
- | 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' | + | |
- | Then, as much as we would have liked to finish this pleasant weekend with a meal at the convivial "Cafe Sofala" | + | |
- | ===== A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE | + | 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. |
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+ | 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' | ||
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+ | Then, as much as we would have liked to finish this pleasant weekend with a meal at the convivial "Cafe Sofala" | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== A Different Perspective | ||
Anonymous | Anonymous | ||
- | Having been a participant on Bill Capon' | + | Having been a participant on Bill Capon' |
- | Bill's apparent disorganization, | + | |
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- | 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 " | + | |
- | ' 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. | + | |
- | .03 Not mending holes in clothes. . .. | + | |
- | (c) Only washing clothes half as regularly as the rest of us, by wearing both sides before laundering. | + | |
- | (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. | + | |
- | We-cauld all take a lesson from his " | + | |
- | this beautiful area. | + | |
- | ,;..:L;c: . | + | |
- | ===== THE CASE OF THE DIRTY SaNDSHOES | + | Bill's apparent disorganization, |
+ | | Page 2 | Line 30 " | ||
+ | | Line 33 | " | ||
+ | | Line 35 | " | ||
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+ | 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 " | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | We could all take a lesson from his " | ||
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+ | ===== The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes | ||
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. | + | 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 own 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' | + | |
- | exact words, but MTS. Herzel wrote something along the lines of "every time | + | During the May meeting of Federation, which I actually attended as a Bush Club delegate, a letter from Ana Herzel' |
- | I see a pair of sand shoes, I will want to step an them and make them dirty like the shoes of the wonderful people who | + | |
- | The dirty sand shoes: | + | The dirty sandshoes| |
- | because none of us is completely free of sinful pride, I recalled that I was | + | |
- | one of the first S.B.W. to adopt the sand shoe for walking in the N.S.W. bush. That the sand shoes become dirty is, of course, a corollary of bush- walking: that their dirtiness has now become - to one lady at least - a symbol of activity and kindness, well that's just heartening. | + | At some stage, about 1948, I decided the boots I had been wearing |
- | At some stage, about 1948, I decided the boots I had been wearing | + | |
- | In conversation with Tom Moppett, the then President, I learned that | + | In conversation with Tom Moppett, the then President, I learned that some pre-war walkers had worn either golf shoes or " |
- | some pre-war walkers had worn either golf shoes or " | + | |
- | with rubber sole). | + | After a few, experiments, |
- | I invested in a pair. The effect was remarkable, for a lightly-boned person. At the. end of a long day I was still moving fairly easily with my feet shod in 2 lbs of leather and rubber, instead of the massive | + | |
- | After a few, experiments, | + | In January 1950, I wore boots for the last time on a trip in Tasmania, where mud, snakes and leeches were deemed |
- | and snow. | + | |
- | 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. It was a case of the man who "tried it once, didn't like it". I remember I coaxed Roy Bruggy |
- | . Of course, some of my converts to sneakers really didntt enjoy it. | + | |
- | It was a case of the man who "tried it once, didn't like it". I remember I coaxed Roy Braggy | + | The big blow fell about 1951 when the manufacturers decided sneakers were either unprofitable or in insufficient demand, and ceased producing them. However, by this time I was so sold an light rubber footwear that I immediately switched to sand shoes - initially the 10s.6th variety sold by Coles and Woolworths, which would give me perhaps 80 miles of hard going under wet conditions or 150 miles in kinder circumstances. |
- | The big blow fell about 1951 when the manufacturers decided sneakers were either unprofitable or in insufficient demand, and ceased producing | + | |
- | them. However, by this time I was so sold an light rubber footwear that I immediately switched to sand shoes - initially the 10s.6th variety sold by | + | Now, I can't pretend that I persuaded, cajoled or coerced |
- | Coles and Woolworths, which would give me perhaps 80 mileS of hard going | + | |
- | under wet conditions or 150 miles in kinder circumstances. | + | Where boots were once the symbol of the bush walker, it seems now to be accepted that, in our easy N.S.W, conditions, sand shoes are the conventional |
- | Now, I can't pretend that I persuaded, cajoled or no-erced | + | |
- | Ross. Laird and Geoff Wags, who came to the Club about 1952-3, all went straight into sand shoes. They were the tiger walkers of the. early 50's, so what they wore -became the "in thins" | + | |
- | if you wore )light nylon socks with sand shoes, insteadiof | + | |
- | woollen sock's, you were less likely to suffer blisters. | + | |
- | 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 | + | |
- | ===== SOCIAL NOTES FOR AUGUST | + | ===== Social Notes fro August |
by Jo Van Sommers | by Jo Van Sommers | ||
- | 0 August 17 - Talented Persons Concert. | + | |* August 17 | Talented Persons Concert |
- | Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and declaimers please contact | + | | |Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and declaimers please contact |
- | Owen Marks - Phone 30-187. | + | Owen Marks - Phone 30-187. |
- | August 24 - Peter Christian will show a series of. slides with | + | | August 24 | Peter Christian will show a series of slides with natural sound effects titled - |
- | natural sound effects titled - | + | " |
- | " | + | | August 31 | Bush Dancing, with caller. |
- | August 31 Bush Dancing, with caller. - 8 - 10 pm. Nothing complicated, | + | 0 Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant, |
- | 0 Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant,.30 pm. B.Y.0; | + | |
87 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest. | 87 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest. | ||
- | ===== NERRIGA AREA - YADBORO ESCARPMENT | + | ===== Nerriga Area - Yadboro Escarpment |
by Frank Leyden | by Frank Leyden | ||
- | // | + | // |
- | by Alex Colley over Easter 1959 and published in the May issue of the magazine together with reminiscences by other members of the party.// | + | |
+ | For those wanting to trace the route on a map it should be pointed out that some place names have been altered since then. Jerricknorra Creek is now Wog Wog Creek, The Peak is now Corang Peak, Mount Renwick, the large rocky plateau west of Monolith Valley. It was first dubbed Mt. Renwick by walkers, and later the portion north of the crevasse which bisects it was called Mount Roswaine. In some subsequent maps Renwick became "Mt Owen" and Roswaine "Mt Cole", and these are the names by which most walkers know the plateau. | ||
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+ | " | ||
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+ | A flock of black cockatoos circled above the tree. tops uttering their screaming " | ||
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+ | The line of approach from the Mongarlowe road is normally a compass bearing on The Peak approximately ENE of_Jerrichnorra crossing. Alex took a ridge more to the north, to avoid some of the ups and downs and dense scrub. After a couple of miles a rocky top was reached, the watershed of the Corang River, and there, straight ahead to the ENE, was The Peak. The direct approach, although 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 came around to the east, and lo! a bridle track. Next time I think we will follow the open country on the right bank of the Jerricknorra to the clearings west of "The Twins" where this track would originate. | ||
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+ | 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' | ||
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+ | Gurrockbilly drew up layers of mist of varying shades and patterns to base the orange and red cumulus in the glory of the sunset. But the pattern was changing fast, and the saddle just below us misted over. Fortunately it soon cleared. The clouds vanished and left a clear starry sky. Then came the next performance. A magnificent display of the Aurora Australis, Nature' | ||
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+ | Next morning was misty and as we climbed higher the ground got wetter. The summit of The Peak was disappointing, | ||
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+ | To get off the plateau-like area around The Peak means a drop over a cliff. The gentlest drop is to follow a ridge right out to its end, going about NE. Down below the route took us over swamps, keeping the same general direction towards the point called " | ||
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+ | Crossing the top to the southward we came to the crevasse that traverses the plateau. Access to this is straight dawn a crack for about 20 feet with a-good stance in the centre. " | ||
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+ | A mighty struggle and we were down, packs and all. Then the white ants collapsed on the ground and the elite climbed up the other side to see the view from the south end of Mt Renwick in the mist. This did not take long. In clear weather, however, this view is really fine and takes its place amongst those many outstanding panoramas exclusive to walkers. | ||
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+ | The next move was to get off Mt Renwick by going eastward down the crevasse. We struggled through dense and tangling undergrowth, | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 increased, 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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+ | There was no escape. The plugs were all pulled out and down it came. At the start I knew there was nowhere to move to, so I put clothes into the pack and got into the bag in swimming trunks. I managed to get the first part of the usual nightmare over before being suddenly awakened. Bill Cosgrove was // | ||
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+ | In the morning we had a cold breakfast and drank the water from the ground in the tent as needed. Sodden gear was packed, and we lost no time in battling up the crack on the other side and so back to the cleft of our original entry on to Mt Renwick (this would be the natural pass between Mt Donjon and Mt Cole.) There were some murmurings and threats of mutiny in view of fear of the Clyde River being impassable. But Alex soon quelled this with soft words, and with docile obedience they plunged into the vegetation-choked chasm and followed him, their packs oozing wet tents and wet sleeping bags. | ||
- | The true grit of S.B.W. walkers is clearly revealed. | + | A few hundred yards eastward |
- | For those wanting to trace the route on a map it should be pointed | + | |
- | out that some place names have been altered since then. Jerricknorra Creek is now Tog Wog Creek, The Peak is now. Corang Peak, Mount Renwick, | + | |
- | the large rocky plateau west of Monolith Valley. It was first dubbed Mt. Renwick by walkers, and later the portion north of the crevasse | + | |
- | which bisects it was called Mount Roswaine. In some subsequent maps Renwick became "Mt .Owen" and Roswaine "Mt .Cole", | + | |
- | " | + | |
- | far from Pigeon House Mountain. This was the accepted way of access | + | |
- | to the Clyde River before construction of the road into Yadboro Flat.) | + | |
- | A' | + | |
- | highland freshness. Anyway how can birds in the sky compete for attention with bull-ants | + | |
- | The line of approach from the Mongarlowe road is normally a compass beering.on The Peak approximately ENE of_Jerrichnorra crossing. Ilex took' a ridge more to the north, to avoid some of the ups and downs and dense scrub. After a.couple of miles a rocky top was reached, the watershed of the Corang - River, and there, straight ahead to the ENE, was The Peak. The direct | + | |
- | approach, althaugh.descending.and beckoning, | + | |
- | reappeared from his reconnaissance they were docile and obedient. About a mile or so and the ridge cathe' | + | |
- | 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' | + | |
- | would have aludhilated_us.. _However, it: | + | |
- | love get saved up for sanething-better. _ | + | |
- | Gurrockbilly drew up layers of mist of varying shades and patterns to base the orange and red cumulus | + | |
- | came the next performance. A magnificent display of the Aurora Australis, | + | |
- | Nature' | + | |
- | Next morning was misty and as we climbed higher the ground got wetter. The summit of The Peak was disappointing, | + | |
- | seen of Pigeon House, the ocean and the rugged gorges around us. The)Peak is practically | + | |
- | of feet above its ridge, and is prominent for many miles in most directions. | + | |
- | To get off the plateau-like area around The Peak means a drop over a cliff. The gentlest drop is to follow a ridge right out to its end, going about NE. Down below the route took us over swamps, keeping the same general direction towards the point called " | + | |
- | small creek for lunch. The whole area was oozing with water as if it had been raining for months. In the afternoon we pushed up the north-end clift | + | |
- | on to Mt. Renwick. Yvonne Renwick, busy with her camera, recorded the mist and the burnt-out beauty of the family mountain. | + | |
- | ' | + | |
- | "It's nothing. Even I can do it....Lookl" | + | |
- | " | + | |
- | .A mighty struggle and we were down, packs and all. Then the white ants collea*d on the ground and the elite climbed up the other side to see the . view from the south end of Mt. Renwick in the mist. This did not take long. In clear weather, however, this view is really | + | |
- | The next move was to get off Mt. R4nwick by going eastward down the crevasSe. We struggled .through dense and tangling undergrowth, | + | |
- | the cliff to the right with another mighty struggle, and went' back to our starting point at the top. Some chose to go down into the crevasse at .its | + | |
- | _shallowest point and beat out a caMp site, and the rest camped on the odd | + | |
- | patches .of swamp between the enormous rock slabs on the southern side of | + | |
- | the rift. | + | |
- | 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 | + | Dropping eastward down a creek below the north wall, we descended |
- | . 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! | + | |
- | There was no escape. The plugs were all pulled out and down it came. | + | |
- | 'At the.start I knew there was nowhere to move to,,so T.pat clothes 41the,:pack and 'got into the bag in swimming trunks. I managed to get the first part of the usuaLnightmare over before being suddenly awakened. Bill Cosgrove was | + | |
- | WET.. In fact, he was partially submerged. Salvation was in the li-los, | + | |
- | which were blown up another couple Of notches. A wail came from Jean Harvey in the darkneWs - the tide was rising.. Then came the sounds of Max Gentle' | + | |
- | In the morning we had a cold breakfast and, drank the water from the ground in the tent as needed. Sodden gear was packed, and we lost no time in battling up the crack on the other side and so back to the cleft of .our original entry an ton. Renwick (this would be the natural pass between The Donjon and Mt. Cole.) There Were some murmurings and threats of mutiny in vievvof fear of the Clyde River being' | + | |
- | and followed him; their' | + | |
- | A few hundred yards eastward and we pulled out on to a shelf an the right,' | + | |
- | three great spires as massive as Belougery. After some complicated manoenvring we came to a saddle in a high valley, surrounded by cliffs, spires and | + | |
- | chasms, with even a " | + | |
- | Dropping eastward down a creek below the north -W11, weilescended | + | |
- | Col" of The Castle. In rain, mist and cold and with time running out, , We | + | |
- | .struggled down the great rugged slope west from the saddle. | + | |
- | Yadboro Creek and all side creeks were' | + | Yadboro Creek and all side creeks were in high flood. But it was great to be among the trees again and get some big log fires going to dry out the sleeping bags. During the evening cooking, that doleful burst of song about "Poor Old Ned" rose in brief Polyphonic crescendo and died suddenly like a chorus of cicadas between Showers. |
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Next morning we walked half a mile up the' ' | Next morning we walked half a mile up the' ' |
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