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-January 1989 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 3
+===== Journey To Bungleboori Creek - A Prospective's Perspective. =====
-JOURNEY TO BUNGLEBOORI CREEK - A PROSPECTIVE'S PERSPECTIVE  by Art Stolz
-The walk looked innocuous enough when I glanced at the map spread out in the foyer of the Ella Centre. Contours well separated with the exception of the Wollangambe crossing. Plenty of green though, but I didn't give this a further thought. I' was more concerned about
+by Art Stolz
-not having carried a moderately heavy pack for some years. "And bring some gaiters" were
-Oliver Crawford's last words when he called to say that the walk was definitely on.
+The walk looked innocuous enough when I glanced at the map spread out in the foyer of the Ella Centre. Contours well separated with the exception of the Wollangambe crossing. Plenty of green though, but I didn't give this a further thought. I was more concerned about not having carried a moderately heavy pack for some years. "And bring some gaiters" were Oliver Crawford's last words when he called to say that the walk was definitely on.
-It was somewhere between 35-40C when I drove through Richmond on the Friday evening
-of the walk. The car didn't enjoy the heat much either. Not good weather for walking,
+It was somewhere between 35°-40°C when I drove through Richmond on the Friday evening of the walk. The car didn't enjoy the heat much either. Not good weather for walking, I thought. Finding the post office at Mt Wilson where we'd agreed to meet proved troublesome. I had forgotten how puny the place was having been there only once before and well over 20 years ago. Also by this time it was pitch dark. The post office turned out to be a PMG mailbox and phone booth close together. Didn't have to wait too long for Oliver, Jim Rivers and Neil, another prospective. Peter Caldwell and Malcolm Steele arrived about an hour after the acceptable waiting period had lapsed. That night we camped by a track on a ridge above the Wollangambe, lulled to sleep by the flapping of mosquitos. Or were they bats?
-thought. Finding the post office at Mt Wilson where we'd agreed to meet proved trouble-
-some. I had forgotten how puny the place was having ben there only once before and well
+George Mawer joined us in the morning. After a leisurely breakfast we saddled up and moved off. It was scrub from the word go and I complimented myself for having invested in some gaiters. Fortunately, yesterday's heatwave had subsided. Indeed, the day was overcast and pleasantly cool. Pack seemed to feel all right and we made good time down the spur leading to the Wollangambe. Shoes off, on again and up the escarpment on the other side. More scrub at the top. Oliver and Jim navigated by compass and pacing and a good job they did too. Beginning to feel my back. Was I walking with my face on the ground or was my mind playing tricks? Everybody else seemed to look comfortable.
-. over 20 years ago. Also by this time it was pitch dark. The post office turned out to be
-a PMG mailbox and phone booth close together. Didn't have to wait too long for Oliver, Jim
+We stopped in a saddle for a belated morning tea. Felt like taking off and flying without that load on my back. Scaled a small rock face with the pack on. Quite pleased with myself. Still more scrub as we moved on. We had practically swum through the confounded stuff for about four hours. Rain was threatening. Would we make the campsite before this settled in? Jim, losing concentration for a moment, hit the ground with an ominous thud, spraining his ankle. "Nothing", he said, after lying on the ground and moaning for a while.
-Rivers and Neil, another prospective. Peter Caldwell and Malcolm Steele arrived about an
-hour after the acceptable waiting period had lapsed. That night we camped by a track on a
+It was well after noon and we hadn't yet stopped for lunch. But by this time the campsite was in our sights and on down and down a long and steep hill we pressed towards it. There was water. We breathed a collective sigh of relief. The rain had settled in and we hurriedly pitched our humpys (tents, fly sheets and even an old bit of tarpaulin!). We were tired to the very man. No matter; Oliver and those who felt like it departed on an exploratory. After all, this was what Oliver had come for. There simply was no time to be wasted finding a way down to Bunglebuori Creek. The rest rested, washed and got a rip-roaring fire going. Several hours later, the explorers returned looking wet and dejected.
-ridge above the Wollangambe, lulled to sleep by the flapping of mosquitos. Or were they
-bats?
+Nothing 1ike a warm fire and billy tea to lift the spirits. Rum and lemon-barley to ward off the mosquitos. Everyone talkative and in a philosophical mood. Strange, yesterday we didn't know each other but today we were almost friends. Good to get away from the city. So glad I came, I thought. Slept peacefully that night listening to a mopoke as I dropped off.
-George Mawer joined us in the morning. After a leisurely breakfast we saddled up and moved off. It was scrub from the word go and I complimented myself for having invested in some gaiters. Fortunately, yesterday's heatwave had subsided. Indeed, the day was overcast
-and pleasantly cool. Pack seemed to feel all right and we made good time down the spur leading to the Wollangambe. SMoes off, on again and up the escarpment on the other side. More scrub at the top. Oliver and Jim navigated by compass and pacing and a good job they did too. Beginning to feel my back. Was I walking with My face on the ground or was my mind playing tricks? Everybody else seemed to look comfortable.
+Currawongs chimed us awake in the morning. Discovered some new muscles as I turned. Neil, was already up and about muttering something about everybody snoring and a sleepless night. I was rather dejected to see eggs and even a tomato appear for breakfast. Someone grilled a chop. I had rationed my meals with portability in mind. Well, next time I'll know. Fascinated by George operating his coathanger, cum toaster, cum billy rest.
-We stopped in a saddle for a belated morning tea. Felt like taking off and flying without that load on my back. Scaled a small rock face with the pack on. Quite pleased
-with myself. Still more scrub as we moved on. We had practically swum through the confounded stuff for about four hours. Rain was threatening. Would we make the campsite before this settled in? Jim, losing conSntration for a moment, hit the ground' with an ominous thud, spraining his ankle. "Nothing", he said, after lying on the ground and moaning for a while.
+Bloody impossible to get down there was my first impression as I looked over the line of cliffs! Surely, 50 m down. We moved along the cliff line searching for a gap. Jim pointed to a possible break. Oliver, startd to descend without a moment's hesitation. I joined him in this madness. Down and sometimes sideways we scrambled from one rock to the next. I reminded Oliver that we had to come back up but he seemed unperturbed. Didn't take that long to make it down and we hollered signalling that we were there.
-It was well after noon and we hadn't yet stopped for lunch. But by this time the
-campsite was in our sights and on down and down a long and steep hill we pressed towards it.
+What a stream! The water was crystal clear and clean. There were rapids and deep pools. My casting arm kept twitching. Might there be fish? Pity we couldn't stay to find out. We surveyed the cliff face on the other side. Nothing but sheer rock faces. I pitied the early Australian explorers while Oliver lamented having left his camera at home. Surprisingly, the ascent was a pushover.
-There was water. We breathed a collective sigh of relief. The rain had settled in and we
-hurriedly pitchA our humpys (tents, fly sheets and even an old bit of tarpaulin!). We were
+No, not a detour and downhill to boot! No one spoke up. Soon we rested at a lookout point with Bungleboori Creek far below. Through my field glasses I spied a huge goanna preening himself on a beach. Now, we panted all the way up to the plateau we'd left the day before. More swimming through more scrub but at least my pack felt lighter and I believe my back was straight.
-tired to the ve-y man. No matter; Oliver and those who felt like it departed on an
-exploratory. fter all, this was what Oliver had come for. There simply was no time to
+Ropes came out at the saddle. Is this what is called rockhopping? Oops, the wrong spur into the Wollangambe. It took a second iteration to get the right one. We followed a new route down along a dried out but thickly overgrown creek bed; not a good one, in retrospect.
-be wasted findi g a way down to-Bunglebuori Creek. The rest rested, washed and got a rip-
-roarinc fire gc ng. Several hours later, the explorers returned looking wet and dejected.
+Oliver and Jim bounced up the escarpment like kid mountain goats with Malcolm not far behind. My pack got heavier and heavier. That I was not the last up made me feel a little better. A final bit of scrub-bashing and we were back at the cars. It was 5 pm. We were ahead of time. Oliver's reputation was shattered.
-Ncthing 11 e a warm fire and billy tea to lift the spirits. Rum and lemon-barley to ward off the mc quitos. Everyone talkative and in a philosophical mood. Strange, yesterday
-we didn't know ach other but today we were almost friends. Good to get away from the city.
-So glad I came. I thought. Slept peacefully that night listening to a mopoke as I dropped off.
-CurrawonT chimed us awake in the morning. Discovered some new muscles as I turned.
-Neil, was alreac up and about muttering something about everybody snoring and a sleepless night. I wis rather de jected to see eggs and even a tomato appear for breakfast. Someone grilled a
-chop. I had iitioned my meals with portability in mind. Well, next time I'll know. Fascineted by [aorge operating his coathanger, cum toaster, cum billy rest.
-Bloody impossible to get down there was my first impression as I looked over the line of cliffs! Surely, 50 m down. We moved along the cliff line searching for a gap. Jim pointed
-to a possible break. Oliver, startd to descend Without a moment's hesitation. I joined him
-in this madness. Down and sometimes sideways we scrambled from one rock to the next. I
-reminded Oliver that we had to come back up but he seemed unperturbed. Didn't take that long to make it down and we hollered signalling that we were there.
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-What a stream! The Water was crystal clear and clean. There were rapids Sand deep pools. My casting arm kept twitching. Might there be fish? -Pity we couldn't stay to find out. We surveyed the cliff face on the other side. Nothing but sheer rock faces. I pitied the early Australian explorers while Oliver lamented having left his camera at
-home. Surprisingly, the ascent was a pushover.
-No, not a detour and downhill to boot! No one spoke up. Soon we rested at a
-lookout point with Bunglebocri Creek far below. Through my field glasses I spied a huge
-goanna preening himself on a beach. Now, we panted all the way up to the plateau we'd left the day before. More swimming through more scrub but at least my pack felt lighter and I believe my back was straight.
-Ropes came out at the saddle. Is this what is called rockhopping? Oops, the wrong
-spur into the Wollangambe. It took a second iteration to get the right one. We followed
-a new route down along a dried out but thickly overgrown creek bed; not a good one, in retrospect.
-Oliver and Jim bounced up the escarpment like kid mountain goats with Malcolm not far behind. My pack got heavier and heavier. That I was not the last up made me feel a little better. A final bit of scrub-bashing and we were back at the cars. It was 5 pm. We were ahead of time. Aliver's reputation was shattered.
 Italian food at the Do Drop Inn, Windsor. Good way to finish off a walk. Everybody pleasantly tired but cheerful. We departed company, hoping to walk together again some day.
-FEDERATION OF BUSAWALKINCCLUBS NSW - Report of December Meetla9 - Jpliu djinakitas
-New Premises: Ile Feder tion will be meeting at 39 George Street, The Rocks in 1989.
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-Phil Venn (' Irrawooc and Brian Walker (CMW) have accepted the positions of FBW delegates to Nature Conserl tion Cc ncil.
-Pam Eisner r ' the Er Lronment Centre was presented with a small gift in appreciation of her many years w: h the C ntre and the assistance she has given to FBW.
-New Club: Andr( Blaker (Sutherland Bushwalkers) has started a club for family walks with
+===== Federation Of Bushwalking clubs NSW - Report of December Meeting =====
-young children ur Jer 10.
-Conservation:'a MiriE 3r, Tim Moore, says there will be no mining in National Parks under the Greiner Cove: cent. lew cabins will be built in Thredbo area, but not in National Park.
+By Spiro Hadjinakitas
-Search & Rescue: Firs: id courses next year will be held on 3rd weekend in May and 4th weekend in Octob,  5 ci Radio Operator, Nick Eichhorn is leaving Sydney and a replacement
-is needed. Par, adics AT training deferred. Barringtan-Search - trying to narrow down
+=== New Premises: ===
-possibilities. & R G: up may be established in the Tamworth area by local interested groups.
-Insurance & Inco] 'oratior Committee is going through various policies and rewriting clauses
+The Federation will be meeting at 39 George Street, The Rocks in 1989.
-in plain simple  ,nguage o meet our requirements and will report to FBW at February Meeting. Will also report n neces ary steps to achieve incorporation.
-Bush Dance & Ball 1989: Bush Dance will be held at Lane Cove Town Hall on 12th May and FBW Ball on 22nd eptember at Petersham Town Hall.
+Phil Venn (Warrawood) and Brian Walker (CMW) have accepted the positions of FBW delegates to Nature Conservation Council.
-Membership of FBI: Federation now has 24 affiliated clubs and 4 associates. Six clubs have
-not paid their af'iliation fees and therefore their membership has lapsed as of December.
+Pam Eisner of the Environment Centre was presented with a small gift in appreciation of her many years with the Centre and the assistance she has given to FBW.
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-January 1989 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 5
+=== New Club: ===
+Andrew Blaker (Sutherland Bushwalkers) has started a club for family walks with young children under 10.
+=== Conservation: ===
+The Minister, Tim Moore, says there will be no mining in National Parks under the Greiner Government. New cabins will be built in Thredbo area, but not in National Park.
+=== Search & Rescue: ===
+First Aid courses next year will be held on 3rd weekend in May and 4th weekend in October. S & R Radio Operator, Nick Eichhorn is leaving Sydney and a replacement is needed. Paramedics SAT training deferred. Barrington Search - trying to narrow down possibilities. S & R Group may be established in the Tamworth area by local interested groups.
+=== Insurance & Incorporation: ===
+Committee is going through various policies and rewriting clauses in plain simple  language to meet our requirements and will report to FBW at February Meeting. Will also report on necessary steps to achieve incorporation.
+=== Bush Dance & Ball 1989: ===
+Bush Dance will be held at Lane Cove Town Hall on 12th May and FBW Ball on 22nd September at Petersham Town Hall.
+=== Membership of FBW: ===
+Federation now has 24 affiliated clubs and 4 associates. Six clubs have not paid their affiliation fees and therefore their membership has lapsed as of December.
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 "ILLAWONG: AFTER THE SNOW IS OVER"
 by Jeff Niven