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 |President|Barrie Murdoch*|
 |Vice-Presidents|Bill Holland*, Don Finch*|
-|Hon. Secretary|Lorraine Bloomfield|
+|Hon. Secretary|Lorraine Bloomfield*|
-|Hon. Asst. Secretary|Joy Hynes|
+|Hon. Asst. Secretary|Joy Hynes*|
-|Hon. Treasurer|Anita Doherty|
+|Hon. Treasurer|Anita Doherty*|
-|Hon. Walks Secretary|Alan Doherty|
+|Hon. Walks Secretary|Alan Doherty*|
-|Hon. Social Secretary|Wendy Aliano|
+|Hon. Social Secretary|Wendy Aliano*|
-|Hon. New Members Secretary|Oliver Crawford|
+|Hon. New Members Secretary|Oliver Crawford*|
-|Committee Members|Beverly Foulds, Belinda Mackenzie, Ian Debert, Ian Wolf|
+|Committee Members|Beverly Foulds*, Belinda Mackenzie*, Ian Debert*, Ian Wolf*|
-|Federation Delegates|Gordon Lee, Tim Coffey, Spiro Haginakitas|
+|Federation Delegates|Gordon Lee*, Tim Coffey, Spiro Haginakitas*|
 |Hon. Conservation Secretary|Alex Colley|
 |Magazine Editor|Patrick James |
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 * Indicates members of Committee.
-NOTE: The Club has not yet been incorporated and the old Constitution still applies for these elections.
+__Note:__ The Club has not yet been incorporated and the old Constitution still applies for these elections.
- CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT to draft Constitution.
+====Constitutional Amendment to draft Constitution.====
 The Annual General Meeting considered and passed the following:-
-That item 22(2) of the draft Constitution be changed to include the position of Membership Secretary as an office bearer of the Association.
-Reason: Maintenance of the membership records of the Club is a large and time-consuming task which will assume even greater importance after Incorporation. For this reason an office bearer of the Club should have sole responsibility for this job.
+"That item 22(2) of the draft Constitution be changed to include the position of Membership Secretary as an office bearer of the Association."
-ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS: See Page 16.
-Page 4 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1987
+__Reason:__ Maintenance of the membership records of the Club is a large and time-consuming task which will assume even greater importance after Incorporation. For this reason an office bearer of the Club should have sole responsibility for this job.
-A TALE  OF TWO SITES.
+====Annual Subscriptions:====
+See Page 16.
+=====A Tale of Two sites.=====
 by Frank Rigby.
-It was a pretty and comfortable campsite by anyone's standards: a small basin cradled
-by low rocky ledges with soft snowgrass covering the level floor. Here and there were little tarns connected by underground channels of running water. Peter Harris had led us unerringly across Tasmania's Central Plateau via the Walls of Jerusalem, the Mountains of Jupiter and what seemed like a thousand lakes. This was to be our last night on the plateau.
+It was a pretty and comfortable campsite by anyone's standards: a small basin cradled by low rocky ledges with soft snowgrass covering the level floor. Here and there were little tarns connected by underground channels of running water. Peter Harris had led us unerringly across Tasmania's Central Plateau via the Walls of Jerusalem, the Mountains of Jupiter and what seemed like a thousand lakes. This was to be our last night on the plateau.
-, The tents went up in typical bushwalker fashion. Adrienne Shilling and Janet Waterhouse had chosen a site out in the middle for their Paddy Stormtite. George and Helen Gray put up the big old family favourite in an annexe of the main basin. Bill Burke and Ivan Brown (a last minute replacement for Joan Cooper) were to one side in a K-Mart nylon special with fly. Peter and Dick Mason had found an exclusive site behind rocks and shrubs for their tunnel-shaped snow tent. Finally, Joan and I pitched our Big W nylon special, with fly, close in to the escarpment on the windward side   . just in case! We were all over the basin, a mixed bag
-of walkers with our oddball shelters scattered far and wide.
+The tents went up in typical bushwalker fashion. Adrienne Shilling and Janet Waterhouse had chosen a site out in the middle for their Paddy Stormtite. George and Helen Gray put up the big old family favourite in an annexe of the main basin. Bill Burke and Ivan Brown (a last minute replacement for Joan Cooper) were to one side in a K-Mart nylon special with fly. Peter and Dick Mason had found an exclusive site behind rocks and shrubs for their tunnel-shaped snow tent. Finally, Joan and I pitched our Big W nylon special, with fly, close in to the escarpment on the windward side... just in case! We were all over the basin, a mixed bag of walkers with our oddball shelters scattered far and wide.
 The weather was becoming colder. Storms had been hovering around the Geryon-Du Cane massif and Mt. Ossa during the afternoon and now, in the twilight, showery squalls from the south-west made us appreciate the campfire, hot food and the prospect of a warm sleeping bag. So it was into the tents at dusk because the hours of darkness at midsummer are tantalisingly short and should not be wasted by sitting up. I look forward to at least eight hours of solid sleep.
-"Man proposes but God disposes", I seem to remember my mother telling me when I was a small boy. Oh, Mum, you did come up with some pearls of wisdom in your time! It seemed I had barely
-slept when I was hit in the face by something cold, wet and heavy, a rude awakening indeed. My first thoughts suggested a big jellyfish     but in the middle of Tasmania? No, no, the tent had collapsed and there was something heavy on the outside pressing it down. What the devil was going on? Struggling to get my head out the end, I soon had my answer. Snow! Falling wet snow and lots of it, too. Nothing for it but to go outside and fix things. What a horror it is leaving a cosy bag at times like that! Curses and oaths, parka and shoes on and out into the black cold night!
+"Man proposes but God disposes", I seem to remember my mother telling me when I was a small boy. Oh, Mum, you did come up with some pearls of wisdom in your time! It seemed I had barely slept when I was hit in the face by something cold, wet and heavy, a rude awakening indeed. My first thoughts suggested a big jellyfish... but in the middle of Tasmania? No, no, the tent had collapsed and there was something heavy on the outside pressing it down. What the devil was going on? Struggling to get my head out the end, I soon had my answer. Snow! Falling wet snow and lots of it, too. Nothing for it but to go outside and fix things. What a horror it is leaving a cosy bag at times like that! Curses and oaths, parka and shoes on and out into the black cold night!
-One end-guy had pulled its peg under the unaccustomed weight, and what weight! Replace the peg, scrape the snow off the tent and look around. Aha, the Shilling-Aterhouse abode has also half-collapsed but the occupants are inside and silent, perhaps blissfully ignorant of what is happening to their world. So we shout "snow" and give their tent a hefty shake. There is a muffled "What next?" and "Thanks" as they dive deeper into their sleeping bags. Naturally, that was only the beginning. Some sort of alarm clock mechanism in our brains kept waking us up to dislodge the ever-gathering layers of snow from the tent. It was not our most restful night.
-At some respectable time after daylight Peter called round and reported 15 to 20 centimetres of snow on the ground. It was hardly fair play for midsummer. He and Dick, encased in their hermetically-sealed rounded cocoon, had known nothing of the night's events until, on opening the tent flap, they were unbelievably confronted by a brand new world. And what a transformation had taken place! The snow lay everywhere, on pine trees, shrubs, rocks, a real picture-
+One end-guy had pulled its peg under the unaccustomed weight, and what weight! Replace the peg, scrape the snow off the tent and look around. Aha, the Shilling-Waterhouse abode has also half-collapsed but the occupants are inside and silent, perhaps blissfully ignorant of what is happening to their world. So we shout "snow" and give their tent a hefty shake. There is a muffled "What next?" and "Thanks" as they dive deeper into their sleeping bags. Naturally, that was only the beginning. Some sort of alarm clock mechanism in our brains kept waking us up to dislodge the ever-gathering layers of snow from the tent. It was not our most restful night.
-postcard scene reminiscent of an Old World Christmas; and with snow still falling softly, there was indeed a charm about the place which only the insensitive would deny.
-But there might also be problems. Peter said we would be in no hurry to move off, if
+At some respectable time after daylight Peter called round and reported 15 to 20 centimetres of snow on the ground. It was hardly fair play for midsummer. He and Dick, encased in their hermetically-sealed rounded cocoon, had known nothing of the night's events until, on opening the tent flap, they were unbelievably confronted by a brand new world. And what a transformation had taken place! The snow lay everywhere, on pine trees, shrubs, rocks, a real picture-postcard scene reminiscent of an Old World Christmas; and with snow still falling softly, there was indeed a charm about the place which only the insensitive would deny.
-indeed we moved at all. Visibility was next to nothing and besides, some were wearing sandshoes. In the Gray tent the primus was started and Helen duly delivered hot cuppas to every tent; surely no paid waitress has ever been called on for such duties. And what is that strange-looking apparition, magnified by the veil of falling snow, which has suddenly appeared at the edge of the basin? Good Heavens, the Abominable Snowman is here already! Apologies, my mistake, it
+But there might also be problems. Peter said we would be in no hurry to move off, if indeed we moved at all. Visibility was next to nothing and besides, some were wearing sandshoes. In the Gray tent the primus was started and Helen duly delivered hot cuppas to every tent; surely no paid waitress has ever been called on for such duties. And what is that strange-looking apparition, magnified by the veil of falling snow, which has suddenly appeared at the edge of the basin? Good Heavens, the Abominable Snowman is here already! Apologies, my mistake, it
 is only George out for a stroll.
-I needed some activity and decided to attempt a fire. But where was last night's woodheap? Not a sign of it, but never mind. A scrap of paper, a little dry kindling, a meta tablet, part
-of a candle and lots of patience eventually orought rewards in the shape of hot tea, soup and
+I needed some activity and decided to attempt a fire. But where was last night's woodheap? Not a sign of it, but never mind. A scrap of paper, a little dry kindling, a meta tablet, part of a candle and lots of patience eventually brought rewards in the shape of hot tea, soup and warm bodies. Damn, I forgot to cook the ritual porridge, what a blessing! But where are Bill and Ivan? Not even a stirring from their tent which is partly buried and oddly misshapen. Are they still alive? "Maybe", says Peter, "I heard a distinct growl earlier on but whether it came from a human being or a Tasmanian Devil was impossible to tell".
-March, 1987 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 5
-warm bodies. Damn, I forgot to cook the ritual porridge, what a blessing! But where are
+Peter was now faced with a tough decision. It was only about two hours walking to the plateau's edge above Du Cane Gap and a further hour's descent to the Overland Track. But could he find the way? How would the sandshoes fare? Was there a risk of hypothermia? What was the weather up to? Don't miss next month's thrilling episode... Ooops, I've got carried away, sorry about that. On the other hand, if we stayed, we could be here for several days waiting for Godot or his equivalent. The wind suddenly eased and the snow stopped falling (temporarily) but it was enough to tip the scales; at the meridian passage of the sun, if there was indeed such an orb above that grey blanket, we moved out of the basin.
-Bill and Ivan? Not even a stirring from their tent which is partly buried and oddly misshapen. Are they still alive? "Maybe", says Peter, "I heard a distinct growl earlier on but whether it came from a human being or a Tasmanian Devil was impossible to tell".
-Peter was now faced with a tough decision. It was only about two hours walking to the
+I will not dwell on that journey, the memories are too painful; but thanks to Peter's superb whiteout navigation and some stiff upper lips we eventually reached Windy Ridge Hut on the Overland Track, only to find that sanctuary already overflowing with wet walkers and gear. Another ten bods would have buried it completely. "You'll find somewhere to camp down the track", came a cheery farewell as we departed in the pouring rain.
-plateau's edge above Du Cane Gap and a further hour's descent to the Overland Track. But could
-he find the way? How would the sandshoes fare? Was there a risk of hypothermia? What was
+And so we did! It looked too good to be true: a large, grassy open flat alongside the Narcissus River. After the snow bowl of the previous night it seemed like Paradise; ah, you little beauty, now for a long night's rest without the slings and arrows of Tassie's outrageous climate to torture our tired bodies. But Bill would have none of it. Half-drowned rat that he was, he pined for dry security and decided to go on alone to Narcissus Hut. How the devil
-the weather up to? Don't miss next month's thrilling episode   Doops, I've got
-carried away, sorry about that. On the other hand, if we stayed, we could be here for several
-days waiting for Godot or his equivalent. The wind suddenly eased and the snow stopped falling
-(temporarily) but it was enough to tip the scales; at the meridian passage of the sun, if there was indeed such an orb above that grey blanket, we moved out of the basin.
-I will not dwell on that journey, the memories are too painful; but thanks to Peter's superb whiteout navigation and some stiff upper lips we eventually reached Windy Ridge Hut on the Overland Track, only to find that sanctuary already overflowing with wet walkers and gear. Another ten bods would have buried it completely. "You'll find somewhere to camp down the
-track", came a cheery farewell as we departed in the pouring rain.
-And so we did! It looked too good to be true: a large, grassy open flat alongsie the
-Narcissus River. After the snow bowl of the previous night it seemed like Paradise; ah, you
-little beauty, now for a long night's rest without the slings and arrows of Tassie's outrageous
-climate to torture our tired bodies. But Bill would have none of it. Half-drowned rat that
-he was, he pined for dry security and decided to go on alone to Narcissus Hut. How the devil
 did you know, Bill?
 At dawn the next morning Joan woke me, alarm in her voice: "Can you feel something moving under the tent?" It was the end, or rather it was, unfortunately, just the beginning.
-Let me recap. The rain had finally given up while we pitched camp and as I snuggled down
-into the warm bag I was already half-asleep. But the other half did not come for at that very
+Let me recap. The rain had finally given up while we pitched camp and as I snuggled down into the warm bag I was already half-asleep. But the other half did not come for at that very moment Tasmania struck again. The heavens reopened and I lay awake for seeming hours listening to the rain and worrying about the river. I slept, I woke up and worried, slept again, woke up and worried. Enough! Damn it, I would lay this ghost once and for all! Peering out of the tent, nothing was any different. High and dry we were, no worries, mate. So back to sleep in a jiffy, mind now completely at rest...
-moment Tasmania struck again. The heavens reopened and I lay awake for seeming hours listening
-to the rain and worrying about the river. I slept, I woke up and worried, slept again, woke
+Only twenty minutes later came that awful alarm: "Can you feel something moving under the tent?" I could, like something cold and mobile. We looked through the window and were appalled to see a sheet of water now flowing across our part of the flat. The river had finally broken its banks. Joan is good in a crisis and was already stowing her sleeping bag. Not me. "No need to panic," I reassured her in a daze, "We have a waterproof tent top and bottom". But I had forgotten the hole in one corner, where wall meets floor. Even as I spoke the rising
-up and worried. Enough! Damn it, I would lay this ghost once and for all! Peering out of
+flood had found this hole and now in a panic I tried to stop the inflow with a towel and get out of the bag at the same time. I might as well have been King Canute trying to roll back the ocean tide. I deserved the taunts I was handed later: "Imagine Frank trying to stop the mighty Narcissus with a towel!"
-the tent, nothing was any different. High and dry we were, no worries, mate. So back to sleep
-in a jiffy, mind now completely at rest
+Now out of the flooding tent, Joan rescued my sandshoes which were just then floating away and called to the others some little distance off. But it was obvious by all the shouting that they were in the same boat as ourselves. (Actually, a boat would have proved handy just then.) In the growing light the growing horror impinged upon the minds and bodies of all, each according to his or her circumstances and personality.
-Only twenty minutes later came that awful alarm: "Can you feel something moving under the tent?" I could, like something cold and mobile. We looked through the window and were
-appalled to see a sheet of water now floqing across our part of the flat. The river had finally
+Peter and Dick, in their watertight container, opened the flap to see what all the noise was about and were greeted by an inrushing tide. Sleeping bags were saturated in seconds. A usually reliable source reported later that Adrienne, clad in sleeping bag, was sitting calmly on her rucksac asking "What should I do now?" and "What should I wear?" as the flood swept through the tent. In defence it must be said that she had suffered a rude and sudden awakening. Ivan, sleeping alone, thought the Grays were calling him to come over and cuddle up for warmth, even as he felt the cold water seeping around his feet - it must have been a confusing moment.
-broken its banks. Joan is good in a crisis and was already stowing her sleeping bag. Not
-me. "No need to panic," I reassured her in a daze, "We have a waterproof tent top and bottom".
+George, refusing to be flapped, calmly retrieved floating billies and sunken cutlery from the now 30 centimetre-deep lake. I have a mental picture of Peter, with a whole tunnel tent draped across his shoulders, wading in search of dry land; and so it was confusion and chaos all round. It is a miracle that a pair of binoculars was the only item lost, but water was still being drained from two cameras some hours later. Dry clothing was especially scarce. As we prepared to move off, I reflected that this was by far our earliest start of the trip; and it struck me forcibly that snow and floods produce two quite opposite effects on bushwalkers: the former makes them want to stay in bed while the latter makes them want to get up in an awful hurry. Strange thing, but that's life. Anyway, some would say that it's an ill wind... because there was no porridge two mornings in a row. Yahoo!
-But I had forgotten the hole in one corner, where wall meets floor. Even as I spoke the rising
-flood had found this hole and now in a panic I tried to stop the inflow with a towel and get out
+As the nine drowned rats staggered into Narcissus Hut they were greeted by a hollow laugh emanating from a dry sleeping bag on a dry floor. We will never forgive you for that, Bill. The party mood was now most definite - no more desire to walk in the bush on the final day (another wet one, of course), only to reach civilisation as quickly as possible. So it was on to the speedboat which plies Lake St. Clair on demand and a quick, merciful arrival at Cynthia Bay and its home comforts.
-of the bag at the same time. I might as well have been King Canute trying to roll back the
-ocean tide. I deserved the taunts I was handed later: "Imagine Frank trying to stop the mighty
+Ah yes, how well I remember them! The cabin with a roof and a dry floor, a roaring fire, hot hamburgers and cold drinks, warm showers and clean, dry clothes, a bunk that could not be flooded and snow on the peaks where it belonged; and in the evening a three-course dinner at the Derwent Bridge Hotel, replete with fancy drinks from the bar, the best wines and coffee, after-dinner mints, in fact the works.
-Narcissus with a towel!"
-Now out of the flooding tent, Joan rescued my sandshoes which were just then floating away
+Civilisation was so welcome I began to wonder why we had so wanted to abandon it two weeks before. But then, if we had not abandoned it we would not have appreciated... oh dear,.my rambling thoughts were going round in ever-decreasing circles. As I climbed into bed in a dreamy haze I figured I would probably go bushwalking again some time, may be in Death Valley or the Simpson Desert where it's always hot and never, never snows or rains.
-and called to the others some little distance off. But it was obvious by all the shouting that
-they were in the same boat as ourselves. (Actually, a boat would have proved handy just then.)
+=====New members.=====
-In the growing light the growing horror impinged upon the minds and bodies of all, each according to his or her cirumstances and personality.
-Peter and Dick, in their watertight container, opened the flap to see what all the noise was about and were greeted by an inrushing tide. Sleeping bags were saturated in seconds. A
+Please add the following names to your List of Members:-
-usually reliable source reported later that Adrienne, clad in sleeping bag, was sitting calmly on her rucksac asking "What should I do now?" and "What should I wear?" as the flood swept
-through the tent. IN defence it must be said that she had suffered a rude and sudden awakening.
+|Douglas; Claudia, 58 Paget Street, Richmond, 2753|Phone (045) 78 4857|
-Ivan, sleeping alone, thought the Grays were calling him to come over and cuddle up for warmth, even as he felt the cold water seeping around 'his feet - it must have been a confusing moment.
+|Floyd, Christine, 9/60 Carabella Street, KIrribilli, 2061|929 4170|
-Page 6 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1987
+|Grove, Peter, 41 Lavender Street, Lavender Bay, 2061|929 4435|
-George, refusing to be flapped, calmly retrieved floating billies and sunken cutlery from the now 30 centimetre-deep lake. I have a mental picture of Peter, with a whole tunnel tent draped across his shoulders, wading in search of dry land; and so it was
+|Hesselyn, Ruth, 2/20 Walker Street, North Sydney, 2060|92 0876|
-confusion and chaos all round. It is a miracle that a pair of binoculars was the only item
+|Miller, Michelle, 1/15 Cambridge Street, Cammeray, 2062|922 1471|
-lost, but water was still being drained from two cameras some hours later. Dry clothing
+|Walton, Elaine, 45 Kiparra Street, Pymble, 2073|498 7956|
-was especially scarce. As we prepared to move off, I reflected that this was by far our
-earliest start of the trip; and it struck me forcibly that snow and floods produce two quite opposite effects on bushwalkers: the former makes them want to stay in bed while the latter
+=====Just a Minute...=====
-makes them want to get up in an awful hurry. Strange thing, but that's life. Anyway, some
-would say that it's an ill wind     because there was no porridge two mornings in a row. Yahoo!
+====Maitland Bay.====
-As the nine drowned rats staggered into Narcissus Hut they were greeted by a hollow laugh emanating from a dry sleeping bag on a dry floor. We will never forgive you for that, Bill.
-The party mood was now most definite - no more desire to walk in the bush on the final day
+Miss Byles brought before the meeting the desirability of the beaches in the vicinity of Maitland Bay, and requested that the Club move towards their reservation. Mr. Dunphy also spoke on the matter and undertook to report back to the next meeting. Committee Meeting on Friday, 1st December,1933.
-(another wet one, of course), only to reach civilisation as quickly as possible. So it was
-on to the speedboat which plies Lake St. Clair on demand and a quick, merciful arrival at Cynthia Bay and its home comforts.
+=====Conservation Corner=====
-Ah yes, how well I remember them! The cabin with a roof and a dry floor, a roaring fire,
-hot hamburgers and cold drinks, warm showers and clean, dry clothes, a bunk that could not be flooded and snow on the peaks where it belonged; and in the evening a three-course dinner at the Derwent Bridge Hotel, replete with fancy drinks from the bar, the best wines and coffee, after-dinner mints, in fact the works.
+====Aims.====
-Civilisation was so welcome I began to wonder why we had so wanted to abandon it two weeks before. BUt then, if we had not abandoned it we would not have appreciated   oh dear,
-my rambling thoughts were going round in ever-decreasing circles. As I climbed into bed in
+by Ainslie Morris.
-a dreamy haze I figured I would probably go bushwalking again some time, may be in Death Valley or the Simpson Desert where it's always hot and never, never snows or rains.
-NEW MEMBERS.
+The aims of this page in our monthly  magazine are threefold:
-Please add the following names to your LTst of Members:- (045)
-DOUGLAS; Claudia, 58 Paget Street, Richmond, 2753 Phone  78 4857
+  * To sum up major current single issues in conservation.
-FLOYD, Christine, 9/60 Carabella Street, KIrribilli, 2061  929 4170
+  * To present important general issues e.g. The Wilderness Act of N.S.W.
-GROVE, Peter, 41 Lavender Street, Lavender Bay, 2061  929 4435
+  * To encourage bushwalkers to be well informed and support pro-Conservation bodies (societies and governments).
-HESSELYN, Ruth, 2/20 Walker Street, North Sydney, 2060  92 0876
-MILLER, Michelle, 1/15 Cambridge Street, Cammeray, 2062  922 1471
+====Reasons.====
-WALTON, Elaine, 45 Kiparra Street, Pymble, 2073  498 7956
-ad a onozeife
+The reasons for presenting on this page what is already available in "The Colong Bulletin" and "Wilderness News", as well as the media such as "The Sydney Morning Herald", are several.
-MAITLAND BAY. Miss Byles orought before the meeting the desirability of
-the beaches in the vicinity of Maitland Bay, and requested that the Club move towards their reservation. Mr. Dunphy also spoke on the matter and undertook
-to report back to therextmeeting. Committee Meeting on Friday, 1st December,1933.
-CONSERVATION CORNER (continued from Pane 7L
-SUGGESTIONS. 3. Visit places which provide information - The Total Environment Centre at 18 Argyle Place, The Rocks, and The Wilderness Society's beautiful shop at 57 Liverpool Street, Sydney.
-. Buy calendars and books on wilderness or on our conservationists. e.g. "Selected Wtiting of Myles J. Dunphy" - they make great presents and help to spread the word.
-. Donate money - even a little helps - to funds which give publicity to our side of the
-picture. e.g. Australian Conservation Foundation.
-. Join a conservation society and help it as a volunteer.
-March, 1987
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 7
-Conservation Corner
-AIMS.  by Ainslie Morris. The aims of this page in our monthly  magazine are threefold:
-O To sum up major current single issues in conservation.
-O To present important general issues e.g. The Wilderness Act of N.S.W.
-O To encourage bushwalkers to be well informed and support pro-Conservation bodies (societies and governments).
-REASONS.  The reasons for presenting on this page what is already available
-in "The Oolong Bulletin" and "Wilderness News", as well as the media such as "The Sydney Morning Herald", are several.
 Firstly, it is human nature to get very excited about local threats to one's well-being; would you rush out to stop woodchipping in the Blue Mountains? As a National Park, it is still not protected from logging, mining for coal or sandstone or limestone, from roads and hotels. ON the other hand, a call to protest about logging in Tasmania's National Estate forests, woodchipping extending into Victoria's Gippsland, or sandmining in Queensland's Shelburne Bay, is harder for us to respond to.
-Secondly, not all of you belong to and receive conservation newsletters, but all of you' hear, see and read the publicity of well-funded government and union and private company lobbies for exploitation of our scarce remaining natural resources.
+Secondly, not all of you belong to and receive conservation newsletters, but all of you hear, see and read the publicity of well-funded government and union and private company lobbies for exploitation of our scarce remaining natural resources.
 Thirdly, most bushwalkers grow to love the natural environment and want to care for it. Twenty years ago, individuals felt helpless to protect bushland and rivers and rainforest when it was destroyed. It was then that our conservation movement used the principle that unity is strength, and saved many threatened areas, showing how neeedless their exploitation would: have been, for example, Colong Caves and the Boyd Plateau.
-WHY?  Why is it so important to concern ourselves with conserving our 6%
+====Why?====
+Why is it so important to concern ourselves with conserving our 6%
 or 7% of remaining forest wilderness in Australia?
-THE  GLOBAL VIEW. I think the answer lies in considering the danger that our whole planet
-Earth is in. A global view is harder to comprehend than a local one,,
+====The Global View.====
-but to reach it we can start with our own bushwalking. We have, in
-the past sixty years, learned to leave our axes and guns at home and tread the bushland as privileged guests. We have taken positive action to save Blue Gum Forest, Era, Bouddi and now Coolana in Kangaroo Valley. The next step in developing our conservation conscience is to be equally concerned with saving areas we may have never visited, such as the forests of South-east N.S.W. near Eden, or the Carbine Tableland.
+I think the answer lies in considering the danger that our whole planet
-THE TIME PERSPECTIVE. The Carbine is part of the Greater Daintree region
+Earth is in. __A global view is harder to comprehend than a local one, but to reach it we can start with our own bushwalking__. We have, in the past sixty years, learned to leave our axes and guns at home and tread the bushland as privileged guests. We have taken positive action to save Blue Gum Forest, Era, Bouddi and now Coolana in Kangaroo Valley. The next step in developing our conservation conscience is to be equally concerned with saving areas we may have never visited, such as the forests of South-east N.S.W. near Eden, or the Carbine Tableland.
-and part of the area recommended by the International Union for Conservation of
-Nature'(I.U.C.N.) for World Heritage Listing. This is because it is a "rainforest
+====The Time Perspective.====
-refuge", having survived climatic changes over 2 million years and having a high concentration of ancient plant and animal species, some found only on the Carbine. It is in line for logging.
-This is a good example of an area which can give us not only a global perspective of conservation, but a time perspective. Our planet has been developing complex and varied
+The Carbine is part of the Greater Daintree region and part of the area recommended by the International Union for Conservation of Nature (I.U.C.N.) for World Heritage Listing. This is because it is a "rainforest refuge", having survived climatic changes over 2 million years and having a high concentration of ancient plant and animal species, some found only on the Carbine. It is in line for logging.
-life forms for quite a while, and we could keep them, or  we could wipe them out.
-And they won't come back. It is a trick used by developers who want an area for making
+This is a good example of an area which can give us not only a global perspective of conservation, but __a time perspective__. Our planet has been developing complex and varied life forms for quite a while, and __we could keep them, or  we could wipe them out. And they won't come back__. It is a trick used by developers who want an area for making money to degrade it (send in a bulldozer to demolish a heritage - listed building, or to knock over trees). Then they say it's not worth preserving. Are we doing this to the whole planet Earth?
-money to degrade it (send in a bulldozer to demolish a heritage - listed building, or to knock
-over trees). Then they say it's not worth preserving. Are we doing this to the whole planet Earth?
+We know, as bushwalkers, that our natural wilderness is a joy to behold. Our Club, and its magazine, can help to keep it that way.
-We know, as bushwalkers, that our natural wilderness is a joy to behold. Our Club, and
-its magazine, can help to keep it that way.
+====Suggestions.====
-SUGGESTIONS. 1. Write an article for our magazine about places you visit which are past
-or present conservation battle fronts. e.g. The Lemonthyme Forest in Tasmania.
+  - Write an article for our magazine about places you visit which are past or present conservation battle fronts. e.g. The Lemonthyme Forest in Tasmania.
-. Visit a "conservation issue" area on your next holidays. e.g. Border Ranges (what did
+  - Visit a "conservation issue" area on your next holidays. e.g. Border Ranges (what did we save?) or Coolangubra (what can we save?)
-we save?) or Coolangubra (what can we save?)
+|3.|Visit places which provide information - The Total Environment Centre at 18 Argyle Place, The Rocks, and The Wilderness Society's beautiful shop at 57 Liverpool Street, Sydney.|
-(See Page 6)
+|4.|Buy calendars and books on wilderness or on our conservationists. e.g. "Selected Writing of Myles J. Dunphy" - they make great presents and help to spread the word.|
-Page 8
+|5.|Donate money - even a little helps - to funds which give publicity to our side of the picture. e.g. Australian Conservation Foundation.|
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1987
+|6.|Join a conservation society and help it as a volunteer.|
 KIANDRATO GUTHEGA
 PART 2. by OLiver Crawford.