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THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Established June 1931 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. Club-meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Cahill Community Centre (Upper Hall), 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. EDITOR: Ainslie Morris, 45 Austin Street, Lane Cove, 2066. Telephone 428-3178. ,BUSINESS MANAGER: Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, arlingford, 2118. . Telephone 871-1207. PRODUCTION MANAGER: Helen Gray. TYPIST: Kath Brown, DUPLICATOR OPERATORS: Phil Butt and Barbara Evans. JUNE, 1984. Florida Everglades and The Keys Yalwal “Salt of the Earth” Obituary - Anice Duncan Moon Madness - S.&..R Night Shift Eastwood Camping-Centre Advertisement Editor's Quiz Question The Don Finch Moveable Re-union, 1984. Track Notes - Easter Trip 1984 Social Notes for July 5th Australian Rogaining Championships 1984 Getting Over News of Neil Schafer”Fr Services to Conservation“ - Alex Colley, O.A.M. Notes on Committee Meeting 6.6.84 At the General Meting 13.6.84 Advantages of Offset Printer 'Rage 2 -5- 6 -7 9 8 - 11 - 12 15 16 16 17 19 20 20' 20. by Allan Wyborn - Bill Capon Peter Christian Dot Butler Gordon lee Dot Butler Don Finch Roger Browne Jim Brown –; * * * *.* * * * * * -x- * * *. * *
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FLORIDA EVERGLADES AND THE KEYS.
by Allan Wyborn. Off to Florida.
It was at the and of August. We were staying with friends near
Washington D.C. and debating how to get down to the Everglades. The short-
est return trip by road to Key West is 4800 km, and time was running out.: The alternative was to fly down to Miami, hire a car and use motels for few days. Our friends have an apartment in southern Florida, and told 1.is of the heat down there at this time of year, so Alice decided to stay
them and our Dodge motorvan until I returned. Inside half an hour the A4r
Florida plane was booked for the next morning, a Chevette car arranged to::be at Miami Airport, and motels booked. Such is the efficiency of travelling in the United States. ,
The plane trip to Miami lasted two hours, and there as a brand new Chevette waiting for me. The car, although small, was fully air-conditipned, an essential feature in these latitudes; in fact I don't think I could have managed to do the trip without it. A quick look at Miami - I had been warned about the Cubans - and then across the Venetian Causeway to the island of Miami Beach. The actual beach is now 600 metres wide of very clean sand pumped back out of the Atlantic by the army, after it practically disappeared in storms. Along the ocean beach and the inner Biscayne Bay area are some 50 km long of high rise hotels and apartments. Being a Wednesday in the off-season not many people about, so back to Miami, and due west on the Tamiami Trail into a very heavy thunderstorm, which forced a roadside stoppage in stifling conditions till it passed.
This Trail skirts the northern boundary of the Everglades National Park, which occupies 600,000 hectares of the southern tip of Florida, but is only a small part of the vast, complex ecological system of the Everglades; commonly called “The Glades”, covering 2,800;000 hectares. Much of the Park
is barely above sea level, and the lifeblood of its fauna and flora is ti* flow of fresh and salt water. It is unique in many ways, and because
its climate, geographical location and ocean ourranta, provides the United
States with its only sub-tropical wilderness. From Lake Okeechobee, 1101cm
north of the Trail, the huge shallow sheet of shimmering water of the Everglades creeps through rushes and sawgrass to the Park.
Along the Trail at Coopertown I had my first ride in an airboat, skimming over the grass at high speed. The flat-bottomed boat had a three metre Propeller and a large air rudder. I had a turn as pilot seated up' high with an expansive look over the Glades. The next stop was to be the 20 km Shark Valley Tram ride to the Observation Tower, but due to the heavy wet season, the track was under water, so no tram ride. It was a pity; 4:8 there are lots of alligators in a pool at the bottom of the Tower. If yau follow the Tamiani Trail west to the Gulf of Mexico you reach Everglades City in the Ten Thousand. Islands area, where the Wilderness Waterway canoe trip starts, finishing at Flamingo and taking seven days. However, as I
did. not have the days to spare, I returned to just south of Miami and visited the palatial Vizcaya Mansion, the old home of the Dupants. Although the interior and exterior were magnificent, there was a general air of decay and pathos.
The Gumbo Limbo Trees.
On south by Highway 1 to stay that night at a beautiful air-conditioned
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motelatHomestead,,Llthaakibl-Lfki :have' :a,:reSpite from' the heat of 38C Next,;–oriiing. away -.earIT”t er-1.the- 'Nati onal Park *13par atthe: Modern. ITiktitors!.:–Centrei-,:where :I liattn:cdtklisii',tatioi-i' ofthb Park- in the audit oriuM I
saw the-mu'Sdult, brochures, - ankbrb*Sed in the
book stord,=-.whh a1c has;`,,fai5eS', ,'Siides sari&mente..Mter leaving the Centre it was off along theY,:-5031trii:KrOad't d '1116r-dingo.- -On -the extrete sduth coast., There are “litany sto.ps along, the - rQad - each with- about a 2 km. walking
; -4 :IL . 2' -
trp41, wincing over 1.
and,:;ponds,,fand ;through .shadowed haMmooks, (free isiand6,)4.–giV.ing an in1imate vew of the Park a vegetation and wild-
life. At Royal Pali , there ” S. a r.:siast:- st..oreh*ser., of biolOgical::.and…
wondera-.',..“:' ,. took - bath ,trails- he-re with :th6:- few -people about- said a -; ranger speaking about -these things. The 'Anliinga Trail is over
boardwalk which circles across the waterways containing alligatOrS,., These reptiles are :truly at hOme in the Pak Mainly on ga.fiSh, turtles,
etc,-'but they' mean life.. to-Many more than they :Consume, as in , the dry- season they keep survival holed open- by thrashing. with 'snout and taii' clep,:r 'the' titick' and- vegetation -out. of -the- larger holes in the limestOne strfsb-e.- Fish and birds-:;then Use these. holes as a refuge. In the wet seaSon 'wildlife. is diffidult– to see as' it disperses to the outer :spaces, where food is plentiful. The Dumbo, Limbo' Trail, at a 'few Metres, 'higher el.evation, is through. .den.se undergrowth in which wildlife
but t)Eiere. were many, large cOloUrful , tree on the smooth barked, gumbo
1,104-6 trees'. Also seen here are orchids and. air plants, which latpter not :paradit.,.. but use the trees only for support, while taking their - '-
nourishment and moisture from the' air,
Past -the Long Pine caMpsite I. went to Pinelands with its stands 'of' South: FIbrida, Slash Pine. 'This', pine is regularly fired. either by man' di- lightning,' -in. order to get7.rid of. the. hardwood. undeegrowth before it takes over, but the pine trees with their thick bark are: a,lmost fireproof. Here, I sawthe.. great whit.. blue. herons and white-tail ,,deer. - Other
wildlife there.,.. but no seen, include raccoon, opossum, roseate spoonbill,: and. bald. eagle.
Pa,hay-okee (River of GraSs)…
A; few miles further, on,- the road went over the Rock Reef Pass at the “high”. 'elevation of 0.9 metres above sea lever. Then to the 0bservatia4 Tower, at Pa-hay-okee (river of grass - Semin.ole Indian.), with its parlor- amid view bf the Glades- - a,. wide expanse of sawgrass marshlands dotted with tree islands. Mahogany 'Hammock, 2-metres 'abci-ve mean sea level, boasts
the. mahogany tree,. in. the United States, seen from the u.sual rboaril-
walk. I- was..fOrtuhate to see here' the famous barred owl, and high up in
a tree 'a red-shouldered ha*-1( waited- to make its swoop. - A few miles further along the road at Paurotet s Pond I crept up' On' mF first alligator, 2 metres long, and got to a metre froth it for”tlie closest photo. -There were rare palms and many blue herons at this pond, and. it is here that. the -m.angrov ecosystem commences, where southward-creeping glades water meets salty water. The red and. other mangroves are -ea,sily recognised by their stilt roots, and. grow to l0 metres high. They act as nurseries for smaller marine animals and their leaves are the foundation for many food chains..
At Nine Mile Pond I was very lucky to see the scarce roseate spoonbill. With its white plumage and distinctive rose-colour on its wings, it stood out against the dark green of the mangroves, but too far away for a photo. This bird has a spatula-shaped bill to strain the marine life from the water.
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- In the early days it. was probably mistaken for a flaMingo, hence thelialMd
Flamiago (Visitor Centre), where there were many roseates,..:, At West Lake ,which connects to Florida.Bay via.Alligator.Creek and used as a. canoe
I had been told there were several alligators about, but a quiet stalk,alpng
the. Mangrove Trail tevealed none. Here the fresh water alligator and tk* salt water crocodile are known to swim together.
At the end of the road I arrived at 'Flamingo, where there are full facilities including visitor centre with museum, boating marina and' camp-4 ground. Flamingos are very seldom seen there now, but I saw plenty of 'brown pelicans and “laughing” seagulls, which are there all the year tonnd. The area was beautifully laid out -with.lawns,paIns and garden's.
FAMOUS FLORIDA. KEYS.
The return-journey out of the Park that afternoon was uneventful,
except for another very heavy deluge and thunderstorm, and at Homestead I' turned south on highway 1 to leave the mainland and go over on to the Keys. This remarkable group of islands stretches 180 km in approximately an east west directionland.is connected by some marvellous bridges and the, Overseas High7ay to Key West. To the east are the Straits of Florida (part of the
Atlantic), and to the west the Gulf of Mexico.
The first big island is Key Largo, Where I paid a brief visit (as 'it: was getting late in the day) to the John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park MusetM. On through Islamorada village, over the Mateaambe Keys, Long Key, Duck Key, Grassy Key etc. to reach my appointed motel in Marathon. The -
heat was so great that to swim intheir pool was a real effort. I' only a few laps as the water was 35 C. After becoming lost in the dark, I eventually found, the Castaway Seafood ,Restaurant down among the docks, and
sampled some delicious fish. Back to the motel at midnight, to get a go0. sleep because of the air-conditioning. ,
Next morning I left the motel in the dark at 5.30 am to arrive at. Key
West by'8 am. This is a quaint town with old timber buildings and narrow
streets, once a naval depot, now a tourist mecca. The southernmost tip Of the United States, it was once called The Conch (pronaancedkonk)Repull4c, so if you lived here you were a conch. It is only 2.4 km x km, with:a harbour full of expensive pleasure boats, as well as the fishing fleet,' I made a 2-hour tour on the Conch Train to see all the sights,. and -went on the glass-bottomed.boat to see the marine life. Its lifeline is a'60 cm-
waterpipe coming 200 km from Florida City.. on the mainland.
The journey back along the Keys in the afternoOn was made with brilliant
sunshine.and shimmering blue water, the highlight being the Seven Mile Bridge with a high arch in'ihe middle.
So back to Miami by 6 pm and Washington D.C. by 10 pm, well satisfied with-the trip.
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by Bill Capon. Report with Track Notes of Yalwal walk of 30,31 March & 1st April
Leader- !ill Capon. Mari, YalWar:.Estitated distance; 25 km. Routs; Yalwal - Clarke Saddle - Bundundah Creek - Colley*Plateau
EttremaPlateau 7Leyden, Creek - Colley Plateau - Corroboree SpurCorroboree. Flat - Yalwal.
.Twenty people set out at 8.20 am across the Danjera Dam and up past the “orchid rock” among the burrawang palms that grow here in profusion.: Clarke Saddle provides easy. access south on to the un-named-plateau. which.
leads south-west to our drop off point at about 346876.
The group scattered to zig zag down a clear steep slope to the bend
on Bundundah Creek at 331873, where most enjoyed a cooling dip on thisHwarm muggy March day. After lunch we headed slightly north of west up a ridge
which was yery, thick in places with native tobacco, full and green after the
summer ,rain. This ridge leads to spot height 1430, but a bit of searching found breaks in the cliff line and a warm (even sweaty!) party assembled at 314880. Here we had a good view to the east.
We then walked gingerly along the faint dotted line, to the ,break in,the low cliff line of upper Leyden Creek, here easily crossed to lead us on to Ettrema Plateau. We wound round two tributaries of Leyden Creek. on generally
sodden rock, moss and thin soil, looking for a dry place to camp. At
297896 we camped where there was plenty of flat ground anda creek.a couple of hundred metres away, with Ettrema Hill looming above us. This spot could be very exposed in wind or storm, at least until the burnt-out scrub grows thickly again -.and then it could bn much, harder to walk along the plateau.
Tom Wenman got the fire going again at 6 am (who was the April fool?) and we set off at 7.30, am. I left'my-knife behind as I intend to return
next year. headed north-east for 20 minutes and dropped into a side: creek. It was a bit slow and took another half 'hour to hit Leyden Creek at 307907. We made unexpectedly quick progress boulder scrambing in this picturesque
creek. The exit creek on the. east is at 312924:
We got round to the right of the waterfall at the first cliff line with the aid of,a.short length of rope, and after a.short-rest on smooth' pink rocks,atthe top, set out north along Colley Plateau. 'half an hour
of looking and, checking was required to give us the..starE of the long
Corroboree-Spur. A little too far to the right brought Us out on a fine
rocky lookout with a view back up Bundundah Creek to where we had crossed
it the ,day before. Back a little. andan easy descent through the clig
line and so -on down to CorrobOpee -Flatfor lunch.
A ridge opposite leads up to the plateau at 36.7905 -which is. a great
spot from which to look over Eureka Creek towards the long very flat Colley
Plateau, and behind iton. the horizon Ettrema Plateau withthe-xounde,d hump of Ettrema Hill.
And so we returned along the plateau to a slot at 368895, across Clarke Saddleto pick up the track down the ridge north of Myrtle Gully, to a
welcome dip iii'the - -
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* Colley Plateau - named after the Club's- Hon. Conservation Secretar Alex Colley, 0.A.M.
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'“SALT OF THE EARTH”.
.–. by Peter Christian.
S6 few take heed of nature's calling; stop to reflect upon her sighs
' and whisperS,
Only a handful of souls on 'fragile earth, care to listen, to,commune
with humility On the very basic grass roots level, with forces so much greater than. humanity.
The few drink keenly of her wisdom, with answers to questions not found elsewhere.
Their innocence and simplicity mistaken as “lightness of head” or
endless whining, Grandiose ideals to preserve her are scorned by those who cannot feel
pest pocket lining.
So few have that genuine compassion, nurture the bush as well as their own kin.
They sense her stress and foresee all the danger, and strive to protect
her at all cost,
Dunphy 'et- Erok,:*
are but two shining beacons amidst a vast swirling morass that's lost,
Their faces etched by harsh sun, wind and dust, furrowed deeper with- hardship and pain
From a lifetime wrestle with stubborn minds, found some with hands gnarled as she-oak root,
Skin as rough,as leaf-tail ghekko, with fair hearts meeker than a. 'bandicoot.
Sincere smiles there always at the ready, that touch me deeply, remind the of home,
Their friendship held out without condition, to gradually entwine with a grip gone wild,
Among them 1 feel so very mUch at ease, sharing by fireglow, in nature's
- bosom, like a child.
Far from the wasteland of suburbia, we find a new purpose and direction ti life,
Time to regain composure, keep sanity intactfar from the lure of fickle neon light,
The dark cloak of night is our blanket, studded with gems on their ,nocturnal flight. :
Miles Dunphy, S.B.W. Hon.Member, early conservationist, his son
Milo Dunphy, bushwalker and conservationist, Bob Brown, Tasmanian Wilderness
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I found them not in English tailored suits, but loved them in jeans, parkas, old sandshoes.
I found them not in seaside villas, but in dwellings simple, unpretentious they live,
Possess such forthright courage and conviction, think nothing of time they easily give.
Nothing benefits man in treating symptoms, of all human stress-related
If the last places in this precious world, in which humans can find
Are lost now and for following generations - anything else is an exercise
OBITUARY - AN ICE DUNCAN.
by Dot Butler.
Honorar, Member and Foundation Member of the S.B-117. Born 1899 - Died on 30th April, aged 84.
Anice and her husband Frank came to Australia from the North of England where they both belonged to walking clubs. Their first contact
with bushwalking was an article in the Sydney Mail, run by Fairfax & Sons, describing a walk done by three girls in the Hawkesbury area. The girls were Marie BYles and two friends, Nell Cusac and Ernestine Anderson. They made contact, and that's how Frank and Anice got to know Marie. About the same time a letter appeared in the S. M. Herald by Jack Debert, trying to collect together people interested in a walking club for men'
and women. Marie arranged a combined walk, and Frank and Anice considered i that was the beginning of the S.B.W. The year was 1927.
Anice was a very active walker in the early days of the Club. She
had a very lively intelligence - “She was a devil for debating” - and many verbal contests took place in their holiday cabin at Jamberoo.
Anice and Frank had two sons, one of whom died as a little boy. Money donated by Club members for his hospital treatment, but unused, became the “Era Fund” which was used as the nucleus for the purchase of Coolana, as reported earlier in the Bushwalker Magazine.
Anice always considered that the S.B.W. had been an important part of her life. She is survived by husband Frank, and son Barry.
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MOON MADNESS. by Gordon Lee. or S.& R.NIGHT SHIFT.
There was movement up on Flagstaff
For notice had been posted
That the night search practice, S.& R., was underway.
And some tried and tested walkers
From suburbs near and far
Had met upon the hill at end of day;
For walkers like hard walking, specially at night,.
In interesting country: Bell and Wollongambe -
Be sure you get your navigation right. (Apologies Banjo!)
There we all were as darkness descended and the moon ascended waiting to be allotted our Courses, all eager? to be on our way. A motley crew - there was one, a damsel, not even slightly undersized, who hailed from up the Novocastrian side (more apologies B!) all gathered for the fray.
I teamed with a keen and extremely capable lad, Doug Wheen, who I must admit, by the merest stroke of luck, happened to have a first rate knowledge of the area where we were to do battle. From there on we would be known by our Code Name, Party 7.
'Anyone for the Diehards Marathon?“ It must have been in a fit of moonshine madness that I heard us say, “That'll do us!” Though we heard not the bell it surely was the knell of doom. And what a hell of a knell it turned out to be.
Thg first bit was easy. After being dropped at a hairpin bend on the Mt Wilson Road at 8 pm, we took off on what turned,out to be a track down' to Du Faur's Creek. And there it was, our first “blinker”. Let me
explain. At strategic points on our selected routes there were located
small blinking lights, something like checkpoints in orienteering. On getting to one of these each party had to radio base giving the coordinates.
Here Doug's knowledge came in handy in knowing how to negotiate the'
creek crossing. This was to be the first of many hand over hand rope descents and ascents we were going to make that night.
Having got down we had to get up. We picked our way through a small blockup. It looked a sheer impossibolity to get directly up the other side.
Doug knew it could be done. A leg up to a narrow ledge, a sidle, a convenient sapling and we were up and on our way. Remember all this was done by moonlight and torchlighrt
Then a tricky little bit oinavigation and we were coming up on a spot height. Again Doug's intuition proved to be correct. “I'll bet there's
a blinker on that spot height!” We came up on what we thought was the spot - no light. Got to keep going till the ridge drops away to be absolutely =
certain. You see at this stage we were on a ridge top marked only by a
single contour. This meant the top could vary up to 20 metres (65'6”). Slightly down then up and there it was - a crimson blinking “egg”. (Contemplate the contused controntation in an Emu household.) We had some doubts as to position and thought the last bump we had crossed was really spot 912, for not far beyond our present position the ridge fell
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away. (It. was confirmed on our return that we were right. We were sure
after we emerged from Bell Creek for then, in daylight, we could look across at the ridge and see for ourselves what should have been the correct position of the “egg”.)
We radioed base. As it happened, that was the last contact for some
time. Time also for a break. NOthing like a glass of wine, some choco-
late and jelly babies to revive the troops. Time to take stock. Doubts
as to position caused trouble because our course changed direction from
this point. We cliosa to turn from the light. and kept strict line from
by “leaaing through”. We worked our way through minor cliff lines till -
“How in the hell are we supposed to get down there?” A drop in front of us. Bell. , Blackness and the sound of falls to the right and to the left a sheer cliff line- The drop directly in front of us was broken by a ledge about 25' (7.5 m) below. With us we had one sling and breakbar
and 60. of tillewater. On closer examination of the face we decided that
we could climb back without rope. So down to the ledge.
Just as we were searching out the possibilities, lights appo.Ered. across the canyon. -A call, then “You won't get down there! There's about 150!'
of cliff”. Morale took a nosedive. But by luck we survived, for growing
alongside the cliff was a very helpful tree. Only by getting into the
upper branches could we get low enough to get our rope to reach bottom. FirSt time I've ever abseiled from the branches of. tree - at eleven
o'clock at ni.0.0t. Luck held again and we were able to get on down to
creek level without rope.
It's one thing to get down and in, another to get up and out. We
didn't bother to look downstream having seen (not euite the right word)
the blackness from above and heard the noise of falling water. So upstream
it was, examining every option. Under or up and over huge blocks. Rockhopping by torchlight - not exactly a quiet Saturday night's diversion. And of course we were out of radio contact.
One likely re-entry was searched at length. Two waterfalls up, no go.
Then the dreaded - a pool. At one o'clock a.m. it wasn't exactly my idea
of an invigorating wallow, enjoying every splash. There was no alternative.
So, unpack, proof, strip and, stark bolicky, trip tippytoe into the icy waters of the Bell.
Just the other side a dry sandy bend with an overhang. There, a pair
of sylphs flitting about in the diffused moonglow, gathering wood for a warming and cocking fire, would have delighted the most purist nudist.
Then dress for dinner - prawns, dry toast (my marg. was still in lthe frig at.home and Doug's in the car) and tea. We thought it an hour
Away again. With some relief the walls appeared to be lowering. A
possible 'exit? The balloon burst. The damn thing closed up tight and 7 you
guessed! - another pool. A:deep one', but there were underwater ledges
both sides. Up to the armpits but tOes still making Contact. Out and
there it was A creek entrance, but with one of those nasty smooth 8'
Standing on an 18' (500 mm) ledge as dawn was breaking, shivering,
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bracing a pair of sandshoed feet while staring, up at a bare white bum, certainly could not be -coMpared'to-the ethereal experience of gazing in awe at the Taj Mahal by,moonlight. But it was a “goer”, whictl Doug determined while I struggled into a dry singlet and shirt.
There in the picCi-inny daylight, in the comfOrt once again of dry clothes, we were certain we were out. Four hours in that blasted canyon. Space of course has not permitted me to recount the number Of times We
boosted up a problem climb necessitating the unaeiri,g,.9fthermejc1
padk hauling and assistance, All of this addenirto-h6AddtgnidA'i;tW.'''
On the plateau top we radioed in and were requestcd to make base by “the most expeditious (direct) route”. “Over and out”. No way!! After
all we'd been through, the Diehard Marathoneers,would complete the course! Unfortunately the satisfaction of gathering the blinkers would be denied us
for another party was picking these up on their way back. This information
was gleaned by eavesdropping.
Maps out. Beautt We were right on course. And so the rest is
history. Into and up the 'Gambe. 2 km and out, up and over and down
once more to that damned Bell. Another abseil, then up and off to Flagstaff.
Then the road, to be picked up. We'd done it!! We had been on the go for
14 hours. I must say that some of the troops weren't overjoyed at the '- delaying of debriefing until our arrival.
All of this demonstrates that our S.8c.R. unit. has the personnel, expertise, physical capability and determination to enable us to move at night in very difficult country.
This could mean our earlier contact with a distressed person or party, giving greater opportunityfor lifesaving.
Perhaps a more extreme test, that of moving on a “dark” night, could be tried at some future date??
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EDITOR'S QUIZ QUESTION.
What is the origin of the word “BILLY”;
1. Scottish dialect BALLY - a milkpail.
2. French “boeuf bouilli”, a label on meat tins used as billies, thus
3. A man's name.
4. “BILLA”, the aboriginal word for water or river.
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THE DON FINCH MOVEABLE RE-UNION, 1984.
by Dot Butler.
(In the Church Calendar, Easter is a Moveable Feast. On
Don's Easter trip there were 40 walkers, including presidents past and present, so it could be called a Moveable Re-union.)
7.70 Thursday night.
As I dashed out the door to Geoff Wagg's car through a heavy downpour the radio announcer was intoning “Scattered showers…. clearing….” Wendy Aliano was aboard. We picked up Don Matthews and headed for Braidwood where Wendy naively suggested that a bedroom in the local pub would be nice in all this rain, but Geoffo is made of sterner stuff and pushed on. Around
midnight we spotted John Redfern's car parkedby the roadside and his occupants
hastily sneaking into an empty shed, but there was no room for us. Eventually car lights at the Deua National Park campground showed we had arrived. The place was inches deep in water. Wendy decided the car seat would do her but we three others squelched up to a bit of higher ground near Joe's tent, put
up a fly, crept in and hoped for the best. Others arrived all through the
early hours, the Butt carload having left Sydney around 2 am in time to kick Finchy out of bed at 6.30.
Morning revealed a grey drizzling overcast, but at least it was not raining as we drove along the road to the Gundillion cemetary where all cars were to assemble. All present and counted, and the convey of cars moved off
towards the Shoalhaven. Spirits were somewhat low when Don reported the -
river uncrossable, but the resourceful Finch found us a deserted house where
the whole party crammed in to await the subsiding of the flood. Between showers
.e went for a 9.5 km walk through open country, fire trails and ridges, but most spent the time in odd corners and sheds catching up on lost sleep. Phil got to work with an axe, and as the wood was tossed over the fence Don worked flat
out loading the carriers. Phil managed to keep up the supply of chopped
wood and the carriers came in with armloads of firewood for our two grates
The hardy ones got a fire going out in the wind and wild weather and so we got our evening meal cooked. Then off to sleep, hoping the weather might clear
by the morrow.
Don's measuring stick in the river showed the water was down enough for us to attempt the crossing. Linked together in groups we waded to the other side. Meanwhile the drivers had taken their cars three km down the road to
Emu Flat for our return on Monday. They soon rejoined the party and we set
out on our 13 km walk. For 5 km we followed a fire trail, then a climb
of 260 metres through bush to the top of the ridge. At the highest point,
Turks Head; we collected around our navigator, Phil Butt. Everything was
shut in by trees. Assorted fmoans “Where's the view?” “Don't bring your
complaints to me,” says PhiL “I'm only the navigator. I only do as I'm
told.” Now came a'very steep 620 m descent through cliffs to Appletree Creek, and here we encamped about 3.30 pm on a grassy flat by the creek.
To the accompaniment of muted hisses and boos Barry Murdoch produced an axe he had been carrying and constructed a bed a triangular piece each end supporting something resembling a stretcher with side poles and strong plastic bags between; all this inside his tent. It was pronounced a success but whisper has it that he dismantled it for the second night.
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Dot and Geoff on a heap: of bark under an open fly' declared their method superior and warmer.
At least six campfire's g1eam4cthroughtlled4i-knesf., “MQVING
13 HOURS! ' “MOVING OFF. IN '12 HOURS!” - the calls came regularly thrOugh. the night. We got used to it. Some sort of a' tic.
A big log fire brought everyone together. The songbirds were in
good voice - Barbara Bruce, the. Duncans, Geoff Wagg, Morag. Ryder, and a new
find,-Vake. Reynolds. When' they all got steamed up the singing was really
super. “MOVING OFF AT 7.30!” shouted the leader as we sought our tents.
Daybrok. A wan sun gleamed through the mists. “MOVING OFF IN HALF AN HOUR!” - “MOVING. OFF IN TEN MINUTES!” - “MOVING OFF!!!” and on 4 the first pip of 7.30 Don and Phil and their campfire followers shouldered packs and sped away,, causing the laggards to choke over the last spoonful: of bteakfaSt-while they Crammed parkas and lunch into packs.. To-day's walk
was to bring us back to the same campsite so packs were light. First we
must cross Apple Tree Creek and it looked cold. Then a steep ridge climb of 260 metres through scrub for most of the morning to Cooranbene Mountain
and a steep descent to the Deua River near Wolla and lunch at the junction of:a side.creek. Those of us brave enough to have a dip noted the fierce flow of the Dea.
After lunch this had to be crossed. Phil went across to demonstrate
that it was only thigh deep, but for the smaller femmes it was up to our
waists, so it was a case of off with the pants, “There should be a song
about. this,” said Geoffo, and the next thing we see.Mike-with paper and'.
pencil; and with much chuckling he produced this masterpiece, which- was Sung'to:a.catchy tune at the campfire that night:
We are the Bare-Bum Walkers, we sing this song with pride, Arm in arm together across the foaming tide.
Wearing very little but a smile upon,., our lips
The water it was deep enough to comp up to our hips
(for the short ones)
knees (for the tall' ones).
The Deua makes several great loops and considerable time would be saved by cutting across them. “FOUR MORE CROSSINGS!” yelled our' leader.
They got deepet ech one All safely crossed… Did I say all? Well -
The Deua, was a raging flood, but daunted we were not. The cameras. were all lined up, each waiting for a'sht
. And I.was.there among them, but much to my chagrin 1 wasn't bloody looking when Tom Wenman tumbled in.
The next 10 km were along firetrails for the'fir6t half, and easy
creek banks for the second half.' It had been a long day - 23 km walking,
with climbing of 760 m ascent and descent. As.weCrosSed the grassy H. '
paddock to our tents the sun was setting and the laSt ones homed in just
on dark. The youngDuncans did very well, and:,aswe.prepared diner the irrepressible young.Ivan Brown came hopping from group to group as the
EastOunny, distributing ,chocolate Easter eggs. Spirp's famous coffee revived the tired ones.
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Spiro makes the coffee, its thick and strong and black. Use any that you cannot drink to waterproof your pack. That coffee is amazing stuff, it really is the best -
- It puts a'twinkle in your eye and hair upon your chest.
Another good sing-song that night.
An 8 o'clock start, but first repairs must be made to John Redfern's shoes, which were rapidly disintegrating.. Donnie did an effective job with knife and string and the shoes lasted the distance. Today we have 14 km to go with a 460 metre ascent. The lower section of Moodong Creek was easy walking along cattle pads. A small herd of beasts was ahead of us, and as the farmer did not want them driven miles up the creek, Donnie raced ahead while his large party stayed concealed part way up the slope. Soon the
animals were turned and came racing back down creek to the open grasslands.
We:came-to a fine waterfall/cascade, which, however, was unnamed. Perhaps
it.only has water after heavy rain.
, Progressing from Moodong Creek to Reedy Creek, the terrain got rougher and steeper till eventualy we were rock-hopping and scrambling up the river bed, The lunch site was in a very spectacular rocky gorge. The programme after :lunch involved a 250 metre climb up a steep ridge, then a short walk
across to a fire trail and a 4 km walk to the cars. It would appear that we
had the game sewn up.
But at the very last step out of the creek bed Wendy trod on a slippery rock and slipped into the water, striking her left shin with tremendous force on a sharp submerged rock. She could not bend her knee, and was-in
great pain. Phil and those ahead up the ridge were shouted at to stop; a
countil of war was held and with great speed a stretcher was constructed of
two saplings (cut with Barry's jeered-at axe) and two H–frames. The girls
were all despatched up the ridge carrying packs (theit own and the men's), the injured lass was piggybacked up the steep side of the ridge on Phil's back with Don harnessed in front like a horse pulling him, till they reached
the stretcher. Here the men were manpowered as stretcher:-bearers, 6 or 8 to a side, front ones out on ropes pulling the bearers, tail-enders pushing and supporting the back bearers.
The slope was so great the front men had to lower their arms, to gr 01,1nd level whilt the back ones often had their arms above their shoulders, and Wendy sailed up the steep incline like the Great White Queen of the Congo, but so doped with Pethadrine she couldn't enjoy the experience: Victor
Gosbell, the only one with a 4-wheat drive, and Bob Duncan raced ahead tb bring it back along the fire trail. When they had not arrived Jim Percy - ran back to see if they had been unable to cross the flooded Shoalhaven, in
which case the stretcher would have to be carried on. Young Ivan Brown, wh.p had done three trips up and down the ridge, pack carrying, and Michael Duncan lit a fire, water was fetched and tea was brewed, and as the bearers hove in sight, tea was waiting for them.
Then the waggon arrived. Wendy was carefully placed inside with Joan Cooper to comfort her, and so back to Emu Flat. Here the patient was trans-
ferred to Spiro's station waggon, there was a re-shuffle of passengers, the cars were pushed out over the wet grass to the road and one by one headed for home.
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. The wholetrip was a great experience in comradeship and co-operation.
The problem of accounting for 40 was lessened by making each car-driver
responsible for his passengers, and only counting the drivers. Phil Butt went ahead as navigator. There were incredible sidles and compass course
so accurate-the mob came out exactly. on target with no wasted time. Gordon Lee, Geoff Wagg and Bob Younger. were whippers-in, and Donnie raced up and
down the line like a young and eager pup in charge of a travelling flock.
It was pretty to watch. This note of confidence was ably expressed by our Poet Laureate:
When Donnie Finch is leading we have no need to fear, In order to enjoy the view he leads us from the rear.
If you are a prospective, you'd better watch your step,-
He took six out on his last walk and we haven't found them yet!
Having been on most of the Finch Easter trips I have come to expect
faultless leadership, and this one was no exception… ..lots of laughter, beautiful scenery, lovely people. and (after day. 1) fine weather with blue skies and clean invigorating air. Need one ask why Bushwalkers bushwalk?
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EASTER TRIP 1984. by Don Finch.
(Brief description of route taken. Distances and grid references
are all metric: heights as shown on face of maps: Reference maps KAIN, KRAWAREE and BURRUMBELA; contours on KAIN are shown in feet; on KRAWAREE and BURRUMBELA in metres.)
Friday,j April 20.
Meeting place Gundillion Cemetery., ref KAIN 385432. Drove to old
house marked “ruin” ref KRAWAREE 394397. Walked west via road junction
ref 386397, grassy hill 377403 to unmarked fire trail 373405.,
fire trail to saddle KAIN 411366'; along ridge to 367418, back to road to 370426, down ridge on magnetic east bearing to 380423, thence straight back to “ruin” house. ,
'Eaturday, April 21.
Crossed ford at KRAWAREE 396401, walked along unmarked road' to 416404,. continued on road to saddle KAIN 424409' and on to creek at KRAWAREE 436 398, then via Mulway Ridge to Turks Head (463384). Lunch at creek
ref 466378, down ridge to Appletree Creek (477372) and back to campsite at 484378.
Sunday, April 22.
Along ridge bearing magnetic south to KRAWAREE 479362, and continue along ridge 485357 and to Cooranbene Mountain ref BURRUMBELA 495356. Further along ridge to 505356 and to spot height 387 (522363). To
creek junction 528362 (lunch), crOssed river on to lmarked track and
followed track to Woolla (538365). Continued along track to Moodong
Creek (547399) and up creek to road at 530394. Along road to 523382,
and along unmarked road to 501384. Back to campsite over grassland,
passing south of spot height 288 at 488381.'
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Monday, April 23.
From camp site over to Moodong ,Creek at KRAWAREE 4803909 up creek on to KAIN map,, to waterfall/cascade at 438421. Continue up creek to
junction of Reedy Creek and Mulwelya Creek at 434426, and up Reedy Creek
to lunch 432427. Up ridge to 429429, then to road at 425432. Along
road. to ford at 390422 and along road to cars at 388427.
SOCIAL NOTES FOR JULY. by Roger Browne,
July 4 - Committee Meeting.
July 11 - Slides by Anton Gillezeau from his five month trip through ' Asia, i.cluding a trek to Everest Base Camp.
July 18 - A Singalong night. Learn some new songs, have ,a good time,
. and collect a free copy of a booklet of bushwalking songs to take with you on future walks.
DINNER before this meeting at the Casa de Sol Mexican Restaurant, 97 Willoughby Road. Meet outside at 6.30 pm.
Late arrivals ask for the “Sydney- Bushwalkers” table. BYO.
July 25 Arts and Crafts night. Bring samples of your art and craft
work to show to others. You may offer them for sale if you
wish, With ,10% commission to the Club. There will also be. a.
demonstrations of craft techniques. So bring your paintings,
sculptures, T-shirt designs, creative photography, and (YES!) your home-made or modified bushwalking gear.
5TH AUSTRALIAN ROGAINING CHAMPIONSHIPS - AUGUST 11/12 '84.
STARTS: 1.00 pm. WHERE: Southern Tablelands of N.S.W. - about 2-3 hoursdrive.
TEAMS: 2,3 or 4 people. TRANSPORT: Private car or train or bus.
THE AREA is 30% grazing land, -70% open forest Topography is moderately complex, but relief is typically 100 metres.
FEES.: $12 per entrant (incl udes map and food for weekend)
ENTRY FORMS: Apply to Joan Cooper in the Clubroom, or ROGAINING, 5 Ellen Street, Randwick.2031.
SHARE HOUSE - Own Room.
Lady wanted to share a house in beautiful Birchgrove overlooking the Oval. Must be a non-smoker. Rent $50 per week.
Phone PETER MILLER - 818,1990.
PART-TIME WORK WANTED.
I am looking for part-time ,work as a handyman. Locks fitted, painting inside and outside (max. height 4 metres), paper hanging, carpentry, general
house maintebance etc. Week-end work preferred.
Phone PETER MILLER - 818,1990.
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by Jim Brown.
One of the trips programmed for the King-sized Easter/Anzac holiday of 1984 was Peter Miller's walk from Mittagong to Katoomba via Mt. Colong, Axehead Range, and most points north. However in the deluge rains of Thursday and Good Friday the Wollondilly River flooded to about 3.5 metres, and the.original project had to be abandoned. ry all accounts the party managed to do some interesting alternative things, including a look at Bebon. Pass, a.k.a. (also known as) Travis' Pass or The Getover.
Back about 1937 - some ten years before I became enslaved by S.B.W. I bought my first copy of the Blue Hountains/Burragorang Tourist map and
brooded spellbound over it. At that time the primitive black and white
map drawn to a scale of 2 miles to the inch, was the only passably accurate
diagram of most of the huge area between Oberon and the Nepean River, and
from Bell's Line: of Road 6- WombeYan Cafes. - -Later I was to learn that the dottedlines.indica.ing “negotiable routes” had been added from the knowledge of early bushwalkers, supplemented by some information from farmers and other local bushmen.
Since my early walking had included some trips into the Burragorang Valley I was especially intrigued to see a “negotiable route” through the cliffs between the Wollondilly and NattaiRivers, about a mile south of the trig point named “Beloon”. I immediately wanted to investigate it,
but it was only after I had leagued myself with the Club that I became bold
enough to try it. In a way, I trapped myself into it, when one-of my closest Club friends became Walks Secretary, and I volunteered to lead a:
trip reading”Mittagong - Burnt Flt e Creek 'Wollondilly River -“
.here I paused and in a moment of inspiration added - “Beloon Pass - Nattai River - Little River - Couridjah”.
I was not to know at the time that some earlier S.B.W. had gone that way, and had provisionally called the gap in the cliffline “Travis Pass” after jean Travis, one of the party. If you look at the Nattai 1:31680
map, first published about 1963-4, you'll find the creek leading down from
the gap to the Nattaj liver. is shown as “Travis Gully”. Nor did I know
at thg time that locals called it “The. Get-over”. The name I used
“Beloon Pass” was something plucked out of the air Eimpl to identify the
gap for the Walks Programme.'
Having once put the.. trip on. the programme, I had to do something Obout finding the pass on the ground. I enquired at Paddy's shop and in his archives he had some photographs showing what it looked like from the
Nattai side. Next I organised a private reconnaissance walk and went off.
with five friends one bleak August weekend in 1947, taking a car out from Picton to the top of the road down Sheehy's Creek. We prowled up the Nattai and climbed into the various ridges and water courses and eventually became convinced we were on the right path, but with insufficient daylight.
left on the Saturday to go on up to the divide. Our tents had been left
back along the Nattai, so we retreated.
Most of my nearest Club cronies were studying Diploma Courses at
Technical Colleges and were unlikely to be walking in Soptember/October/
November during the hectic run-up to the annual examinations. Furthermore,
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I had had the last of my natural teeth extracted and had to wait about g month before the false fangs would be available: a good time to shun human company it seemed. I decided to be ruthless with mygelf as well
as toothless, and walked out from Picton one Friday.night in September, reaching the Nattai River at Sheehy's Cteek about midnight.
Saturday's stage was up the Nattai, into the ridges we had explored
a few weeks earlier - and - a piece of cake - at 11.15 am I was on the gap. There was an empty brandy bottle right on the pass proving that someone had been there before. Then down to the Wollondilly for a toothless lunch of bread and milk, and that night a toothless dinner of stew in a tumbledown -
hut at Burnt Flat. Sunday's stage was the ascent of Burnt Flat Creek,
then the trail across the paddocks to the Wombeyan Caves Road, and a weary 15-mile roadbash into Mittagonge
Two months later, now complete with teeth, I led the official,walk. Since many of my mates were still examination-bound, we were a small party of four, and a taxi spared us thed trudge along the Wombeyan Eaves Road.
Saturday saw us bolting down the Wollondilly, to make the top of the Getover
from the western side at about 4.00 pm, and we camped that night as soon as we reached the Nattai. To get back to what passes as civilization
we walked up Little River and Blue Gum Creek to Picton Lakes - this was a bit longer than the Sheehy's Creek route from the Nattai and compensated to some degree for our taxi ride on the Friday night.
Having now “got over” from both sides, I still found the pass beckoning me, and in August 1950 with another party of four came down from Couridjah, up the Nattai and over the pass. This was a more modest journey, however, and we were content to go down to Upper Bilrragorang to catch the Sunday afternoon bus back to Camden.
I now gave The ,Getover a rest for a few years, but in 1961,m after the flooding of Burragorang, could not resist the temptation to see if it was still 'there. This time it formed part of a trip involving a certain
amount of trespass, so I went solo and walked a lot of the distance on
bush roads by a summer full moon. For the crossing of the Getover I left
the Wollondilly at 5.00 am to “get over” before the February day hotted up,
Shortly afterwards the new 1:31680 maps of the region became avail-
able, and I was startled “Eo see 'the name “Beloon Pass” on the Nattai sheet.
It looked as though the name I had coined had stuck. Not far away on the
Nattai River also 'appeared “Colley's Flat” and “Brown's Flat”. Well,
I suppose Colley's Flat could be named for our Alex, but I'm pretty sure
Brown's Flat has nothing to do with me - never even camped there. Of
course, there are too many Browns, aren't there? But then, if you think about the late “Snow” Brown, his wife Clarrie; his brother John (Charlie) and wife Margaret; and more recently our new Social Secretary, Roger Browne, why maybe we really haven't had too Many of 'em.
The next time to the Getover was Trip Number 4- the half because
I approached the pass along the divide between the Wollondilly and Nattai valleys, and dropped down on the western side only. I remember the date -
October, 1966, because it was the weekend U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnston visited Australia and the then P.M. invented the slogan'“All the Way
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FinallY I'went over the gap in February 1981. I won't tell you
where I had been, because I shouldn't have been there. This time I
crossed from the Woll-ondillyThide; and hadgreat bother in finding the pass. You'd think that, knowing what it looks like, one shouldn't have much trouble, but the notes on my Nattai map read “Wollondilly 12-.45 pm - Getover 3.30 pm (hell, 2i hours!) - Nattai RiVer. 5.15 pm”. I remember floundering around in quite dense scrub just below the cliff line for almost
an 'hour before I spotted the gap - which was just where it' ought to be
just where it always has been….. just where it still
So I'm not entirely surprised that the Easter 1984 contingent, without a detailed map of the locality, were not quite sure if they'd found Beloon Pass, a.k.a. Travis' Pass or THE GETOVER.
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NEWS OF NEIL SCHAFER.
A recent issue of a C.S.I.R.O. “Home Journal” contained the following news item:-
“MR. NEIL SCHAFER of the Division of Fossil Fuels in Sydnby,.recentlY won the men's over 56 years division of the Asia-Pacific Orienteering Championships held in the South Island of New Zealand. He defeated runners from Finland, Canada, Japan, Australia and New Zealand. Move over Cliff Young.”
Neil Schafer joined S.B.W. in 1951, and was very active over the ensuing 8 to 10 years. He is now a non-active member of.the.club.1
In an exclusive interview with our reporter he told-us.the New ealand competition was held.at a place called Naseby, near Dunedin.
Neil said part of the course was over ground which had been mined-in past, years and was now covered with a heavy secondary pine forest. He had been delayed in negotiating this area and had believed he had lost all chance of completing the course in fast time, but apparently the other
competitors had similar difficulties. Neil will leave Australia.short4.:
to take part in orienteering contests in Europe, culmintini in Sweden, the home of orienteering, where the last major championship' produced 25,000 competitors, aged from 10 to over 70.
Tony Marshall and Marsha Durham have announced their engagement and will be getting married in September. Congratulations!
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. TRE. SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
“FOR SERVICES' TO CONSERVATION” ALEX COLLEY,O.A.M.
In thisyearis Queen's Birthday' Honours, oUr Conservation Secretary (and one of our two lionibrary Active MeMbers) Alex Colley was awarded the Medal of the Order of Australia (0.AA.)
Of course, those who know Alex wrill be well aware that for more than 40 years he has given much time and effort to the cause of conservation9. quite apart from The work he has put into his office. with our Club.
NOTES ON COMMITTEE MEETING 6.6.84.
Two motions were passed by the meeting: “That this Committee recommend to the General Meeting that this Club purchase a second-hand
offset printer, platemaker and fuser.” “That this Committee recommend
to the General Meeting that this Club, accept the quotation of Redson '- Graphics dated 29.5.34.”
The following new members were welcomed - please add to your List of Members:-
RANNARD, Ian, 56 Eastern Valley Way, Northbridge, 2063. Tel. 958,1514
RANNARD, Timothy, ” ” “ ” 4? 9?
REYNOLDS, Michael, 27/90 Cambridge Street, Stanmore, 2048 560,0291
BORE', Laurie, 6 James Street, Ingleburn, 2565 60599368
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AT THE GENERAL MEETING, 13.6.84.
At the General Meeting it was resolved to purchase a reconditioned offset printer, plus platemaking equipment (copier and fuser) as offered by Redson Supplies at $2,8QD.
ADVANTAGES OF OFFSET PRINTER-
1. Replaces a worn out duplicator which uses an out-of-date Printing process.
2. Our paper needs to he re-ordered shortly and standard sizes will be - available to us at cheaper rates.
3. Photos, line drawings, maps etc. are possible.
4. Using these photos etc a better magazine presentation is possible.
5. The proposed package gives a chance to make corrections and effect layout changes at plate making.
6. Improved paper quality is possible.
7. Repeated runs can be held on metal plates.
8. One time runs are to be done on paper “throw away” plates at about 35c each.
9. Printing our own covers Is possible;
10. Standardisation of covers and content of magazine, walks programmes and other reports to post office requirements means a cheaper postage rate is possible.