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-===== Recollections of Charlie Brown's Christys Creek to Arabanoo Creek Trip. =====
+===== Recollections Of Charlie Brown's Christys Creek To Arabanoo Creek Trip. =====
 by Jack Higgs
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 The party met in Katoomba at Charlie's recommended preference to Papadinos which I now think might have been my first disagreement with my leader as I didn't think it rose to the same heights, but then who am I to contradict one who has been nurtured on Margaret's magnificent curries.
-Camp was made that night in a spot near Mount Bindo (I can keep a secret, Charlie) in magnificent tableland forest country with soft grass which set the tent pegs a-ringing. The outer warmth of a fire and the inner warmth of a dram of fortification set the mind at peace-and gave the body an inner glow which meant a tranquil night's sleep before the rigours of the next day.
+Camp was made that night in a spot near Mount Bindo (I can keep a secret, Charlie) in magnificent tableland forest country with soft grass which set the tent pegs a-ringing. The outer warmth of a fire and the inner warmth of a dram of fortification set the mind at peace and gave the body an inner glow which meant a tranquil night's sleep before the rigours of the next day.
 The rigours of the day certainly started in a tempestuous fashion as we had barely packed camp and were blithely travelling on the Kanangra Road; when we screeched to a halt and appeared to be set upon by a band of brigands in various states of strange dress and of strange appearance. Fazeley appeared unphased (nothing Freudian in this) which was a great comfort to me, being a new chum in this scene. With trepidation I emerged from the car and tentatively approached this odd band who were acting in a strange form of communication with what I now perceived were my equally strange kinfolk. I was finally reassured when I recognised David Rostron appearing more as the subject of an insurance claim rather than the investigator. It gradually dawned that this was also a party of Sydney Bushies and again a sense of foreboding crept through me as I had a weekend ahead of me with a similar bunch and I'd always had reservations about Charlie as I thought he'll probably get me down in some chasm and auction off my sandshoes!
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 We finally set off across Marrilan Heath [Merrilman Heath] with my map and compass in hand as a duty to Peter Miller who had only let me through the navigation test on his good graces. Thankfully under Mount Colboyd rather than over, we travelled and dropped off Mount Great Groaner which seemed synonymous with the nature of the country and my feelings at the time. On the precipitous descent into Christys Creek, Maurie astounded everybody by performing a triple somersault with pike and landing on his feet at the head of the queue. "My God," I thought, "they're competitive, this group, they'll do anything to get in front of the leader."
-The gaining of Christys Creek enabled Kerry to indulge in one of her little foibles of having a chat whilst standing in the centre of the creek. Fazeley was the unfortunate fellow communicant when she would have rather been standing in the blackberries on the side.
+The gaining of Christy's Creek enabled Kerry to indulge in one of her little foibles of having a chat whilst standing in the centre of the creek. Fazeley was the unfortunate fellow communicant when she would have rather been standing in the blackberries on the side.
-Lunch was taken at Central Christys and Charlie set off with rod in right hand and license in left in an endeavour to rid these streams of the introduced predator, the ubiquitous trout. He returned some little time after with two goodly specimens which purely for reasons of not liking to see waste, we therefore ate. That is we ate them after Margaret had resourcefully produced aluminium foil. No lemon though, which I thought was a bit poor.
+Lunch was taken at Central Christy's and Charlie set off with rod in right hand and license in left in an endeavour to rid these streams of the introduced predator, the ubiquitous trout. He returned some little time after with two goodly specimens which purely for reasons of not liking to see waste, we therefore ate. That is we ate them after Margaret had resourcefully produced aluminium foil. No lemon though, which I thought was a bit poor.
-About this time we were joined (thankfully after we'd eaten the trout) by two Kamerukas, descending Christys Creek. This was a privilege indeed as they were our only sighting of endangered species on the whole trip.
+About this time we were joined (thankfully after we'd eaten the trout) by two Kamerukas, descending Christy's Creek. This was a privilege indeed as they were our only sighting of endangered species on the whole trip.
 After giving my son Jeremy a lecture (I do a lot of that) about not trying to keep his feet dry as he'd have to wade at some stage, we were last to leave the lunch spot and within 100 metres the rest of the party who were ahead were greeted by loud howls of mirth from Jem as his all-knowing Dad had disregarded his own profound advice and had ended upon his arse in a pool of water whilst trying to avoid wading.
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 Others joined the fray and Kerry observed from midstream. Finally it was left to George, a prospective at that time, to come up with a 4 1/2 lb prize. George's dexterity was thereafter greatly admired by the ladies of the party.
-Camp was struck at a civilised hour and Carol unselfishly sacrificed her prestige tent site so our mini Taj Mahal could be erected and in turn she turned to nestle in the nettles. Happy Hour preceded dinner and trout supper was accompanied by Wendy's melodius refrains. Our campsite **was** idyllic, on a bank close to the creek in a coachwood grove and with the constant murmuring of the creek on one side and the periodic gurgling of Jeff's attempt to raise the local water table on the uphill side.
+Camp was struck at a civilised hour and Carol unselfishly sacrificed her prestige tent site so our mini Taj Mahal could be erected and in turn she turned to nestle in the nettles. Happy Hour preceded dinner and trout supper was accompanied by Wendy's melodius refrains. Our campsite was idyllic, on a bank close to the creek in a coachwood grove and with the constant murmuring of the creek on one side and the periodic gurgling of Jeff's attempt to raise the local water table on the uphill side.
 After the intense drama of the first day, the next day was somewhat more mundane. Memories of the beauty of the creek, the junction with Arabanoo, the walk down to the majestic Kowmung, flood back. Memories of Kerry standing in thread being seen to light a cigarette and Wendy was seen to snarl, again come to mind.
-The ascent up Arabanoo Creek was again interspersed with endeavour to rid the stream of the noxious interlopers, but to no avail. Again Charlie produced his mechano set and Kerry was seen 'ad medium alum' extinguishing a cigarette; Wendy was seen to smile.
+The ascent up Arabanoo Creek was again interspersed with endeavour to rid the stream of the noxious interlopers, but to no avail. Again Charlie produced his mechano set and Kerry was seen 'ad medium filum' extinguishing a cigarette; Wendy was seen to smile.
 Charlie knew a direct route up a spur to Glandfields Lookout which was a quick exit and certainly better than continuing upstream with the numerous difficulties of negotiating waterfalls.
-Back at the cars we ran across some masochistic acquaintances of Charlie who-had run the Six Foot Track marathon the day before and had felt like some further flagellation the next day.
+Back at the cars we ran across some masochistic acquaintances of Charlie who had run the Six Foot Track marathon the day before and had felt like some further flagellation the next day.
 Many thanks to you all for a really enjoyable trip, the memories of which probably bear no relationship to the actual events of the excursion.
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-One February Sunday-noon They bashed across
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+===== Myrmecia. =====
+One February Sunday-noon\\
+They bashed across\\
+To Mount Myuna,\\
+Shoes and boots,\\
+Two score and more,\\
 Trampling Emmett's tenancies.
-Brave David scrambled up Goliath's Volleys*,
-.Scaled the hairy, moving lollies, Into cave-like Stubbies* Attacking inner Underdaks*.
+Brave David scrambled up Goliath's Volleys*,\\
-"Oh Dave! Where is thy sting?" Embedded in Goliath's skin!
+Scaled the hairy, moving lollies,\\
-Yells of curses and alarm, The walker's pants are down, Stingose* splashed an those That pain afire;
+Into cave-like Stubbies*\\
-The bull-ant swept
+Attacking inner Underdaks*.\\
+"Oh Dave! Where is thy sting?"\\
+Embedded in Goliath's skin!
+Yells of curses and alarm,\\
+The walker's pants are down,\\
+Stingose* splashed on those\\
+That pain afire;\\
+The bull-ant swept\\
 To ground to (sadly) die.
-When invading hordes of human feet
-Tramp the Wild's territory Bringing pain and fear; Walkers, give some thought To creatures small,
+When invading hordes of human feet\\
+Tramp the Wild's territory\\
+Bringing pain and fear;\\
+Walkers, give some thought\\
+To creatures small,
 Especially genus MYRMECIA.
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