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=====While The Billy Boils.===== | =====While The Billy Boils.===== | ||
- | I see Jan Mohandas is going to take another walk to Kakadu, which | + | I see Jan Mohandas is going to take another walk to Kakadu, which reminds me of the current controversy about mining at Coronation Hill. The mining company |
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- | . , | + | I'm sure you know that the Shoalhaven-Ettrema contains silver and copper. But did you know that all the land in the Blue Mountains, the Wollomi and the proposed Nattai National Park, lies over the Sydney Coal Basin? |
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- | reminds me of the current controversy about mining at Coronation Hill. | + | "A precedent is a dangerous thing" |
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- | The mining company | + | |
- | operations and the Mine would only last for about 20 years anyway, So, why the fuss? As one wise old judge once remarked, "A precedent is | + | |
- | a dangerous thing" If a new mine were allowed to open within an existingPark, the rush for royalty-free minerals | + | |
- | I'm sure You know that the Shoalhaven-Ettrema contains silver and copper. | + | |
- | and the proposed Nattai National Park, lies over the Sydney Coal Basin? | + | |
- | Greed knows no bounds - nor folly, I-fear. As the old judge said, to the tiny 5% of our state which is protected in National Parks? | + | |
- | several near Glen Davis. So how muchldamage would you like to see donek | + | |
- | AlreadY there is a coal mine at Melensburgh,two on the Nattai and. | + | |
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- | ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS 1991 | + | |
- | The following annual subscriptions were decided at the Annual General meeting held on Wednesday 13th March 1991:- | + | |
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- | WHILE TitE. BI`L.LY BOILS. | + | |
- | "A precedent is a dangerous thing" | + | |
See you on the track.... | See you on the track.... | ||
- | Single active member | + | |
- | Household | + | Morag |
- | Non-active member | + | |
- | 11 plus magazine Magazine subscription only$30 | + | =====Annual Subscriptions 1991.===== |
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- | 9 | + | The following annual subscriptions were decided at the Annual General meeting held on Wednesday 13th March 1991:- |
- | 12 | + | |
+ | |Single active member|$30| | ||
+ | |Household|$48| | ||
+ | |Non-active member|$9| | ||
+ | |Non-active member | ||
+ | |Magazine subscription only|$12| | ||
According to the Constitution subscriptions must be paid no later than six months from the beginning of the Club's financial year, i.e. 1st January. The Treasurer would appreciate early payment. | According to the Constitution subscriptions must be paid no later than six months from the beginning of the Club's financial year, i.e. 1st January. The Treasurer would appreciate early payment. | ||
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- | S.B.W. OFFICE BEARERS & COMMITTEE, 1991 | ||
- | The following OfficeBearers and Committee Members as well as other Club workers were elected at the' Annual General Meeting of the Club held on Wednesday, 13th March 1991:- | ||
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- | President | + | =====S.B.W. Office Bearers & Committee 1991.===== |
- | Vice-President Public Officer | + | |
- | Treasurer | + | The following Offic eBearers and Committee Members |
- | Secretary | + | |
- | Walks Secretary | + | |President*|Bill Holland| |
- | Social Secretary. | + | |Vice-President*|Spiro Hajinakitas| |
- | Membership Secretary | + | |Public Officer*|Helen Gray| |
- | New Members Secretary Conservation Secretary Magazine Editor | + | |Treasurer*|Erith Hamilton| |
- | 2 Committee Members | + | |Secretary*|Michele Powell| |
- | 2 Delegates to Confederation | + | |Walks Secretary*|Carol Lubbers| |
- | Bill Holland | + | |Social Secretary*|Denise Shaw| |
- | Spiro Hajinakitas Helen Gray | + | |Membership Secretary*|Barry Wallace| |
- | Erith Hamilton Michele Powell | + | |New Members Secretary*|Peter Yardley| |
- | Carol Lubbers | + | |Conservation Secretary*|Alex Colley| |
- | Denise Shaw | + | |Magazine Editor*|Judith O' |
- | Barry Wallace | + | |2 Committee Members*|Ian Debert, Ian Wolfe| |
- | Peter Yardley | + | |2 Delegates to Confederation*|Jim Callaway, to be appointed by Committee| |
- | Alex Colley Judith O' | + | |2 Confederation Delegates not on Committee|Gordon |
- | Ian Debert | + | |Magazine Production Manager|George Gray| |
- | Ian Wolfe | + | |Printers|Kenn Clacher, Barrie Murdoch, Les Powell, Margaret Niven, Kay Chan| |
- | Jim Callaway | + | |Assistant New Members Secretary| | |
- | To be appointed by Committee | + | |Archivist|Ian Debert| |
- | 2 Confederation Delegates | + | |Solicitor|Barrie Murdoch| |
- | not on Committee | + | |Auditor|Chris Sonter| |
- | Magazine Production Manager Printers | + | |Search & Rescue Contacts|To be suggested by Committee after consideration of a report submitted by Bob Younger| |
- | Assistant New Members Secretary ARchivist | + | |Kosciusko Huts Assn. Delegates|Ray Hookway, Ian Wolfe| |
- | Solicitor. | + | |Transport Officer|Les Powell| |
- | Auditor | + | |
- | Search & Rescue ContactsGordon | + | NOTE: All Club workers are honorary. |
- | Sarala Seenivasagam | + | |
- | George Gray | + | |
- | Kenn Clacher Barrie Murdoch Les Powell Margaret Niven Kay Chan | + | |
- | Ian Debert Barrie Murdoch | + | |
- | Chris Sonter | + | |
- | To be suggested by Committee after consideration of a report submitted by Bob Younger | + | |
- | Kosciusko Huts Assn. Delegates | + | |
- | Transport Officer | + | |
- | NOTE: All Club workers are honorary. | + | |
* Indicates members of Committee. | * Indicates members of Committee. | ||
- | Ray Hookway Ian Wolfe | ||
- | Les Powell | ||
- | For Annual Subscriptions see Page 2 | ||
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+ | =====Four Tales Of A Creek.===== | ||
by Joan Rigby | by Joan Rigby | ||
- | Of course one of the first things I did was to buy the 1:100000 maps | + | |
- | It all started nearly four years ago, when I moved to Tamworth. | + | I wanted to call this article "By George, we did it!" but I rather think that George did __us__. |
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- | for the interesting areas nearby and to hunt for possible bushwalks for /f4:. ,k N | + | It all started nearly four years ago, when I moved to Tamworth. |
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- | park to the Macleay River seemed a,possibility. It lacked the first | + | It was a pretty creek, small of course, with reasonably open rain forest on the banks. We paddled a little or threaded our way along the edges. A rain forest campsite was found, made memorable by fireflies and glow worms. We enjoyed the differences from our southern |
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- | high fall from the escarpment, characteristic of many of these northern | + | We planned to see more of George - he seemed well worth attention. The New England walking guide, which we acquired and studied carefully, described a series of four one-day walks covering the upper two-thirds of the creek. Now one-day walks may be a good idea if you live in Armidale but not so attractive From Tamworth. So, in November 1989, Frank and I set out to make a two-day walk over one of the middle sections. We would descend from the Boulder Flat fire trail by the ridge and creek route described, proceed upstream three or four kilometres (we had become less ambitious) and return to the fire trail by one of the upstream spurs mentioned |
- | rivers, dropping 1100 metres over its 40-50 km length. Forestry roads | + | |
- | ......\ | + | To aid us we indulged |
- | on each flanking ridge seemed to offer reasonable access and exit without',.,- LS the need for a car shuffle. When Ruth and John from Armidale spoke of day walks they had done in the area, I scribbled some notes in the margin of the: Carrai map, and November 1988 found Frank and myself leaving our Cardin | + | |
- | It was a pretty creek, small of course, with reasonably open rain forest on the banks. We paddled a, little or threaded our way along the edges. A rain forest campsite was found, made memorable by fireflies and glow worms. We enjoyed the differences from our sOuthern | + | Over the years we built up a picture of the authors of the walking guide. They were 20-year-old tigers reconstructing walks, probably over a few drinks, after the bruises had faded. Any reference to thick scrub meant bush-bashing, |
- | and admire, so that it was not until midmorning on Sunday that we began to question just where we were. A distinctive eastern bend gave us our answer - less than five kilometres from our start and an impossible distance from our vaguely conceived exit | + | |
- | point. A small canyon at the next:bend convinced us that it was better to climb than to swim - | + | New Year 1991 and Georges Creek called |
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- | an earlier deep wade had been chilly enough for Frank - so we scrambled out up a very scrubby spur to,that convenient forestry road and stepped it out to the gravel pit. | + | The lantana did peter out the next morning, but the creek was not attractive. Gympie and cutting grass dominated the small stretches of bank, the creek boulders were not suitable for rock hopping and the bed too rough for wading. The base rock was a dull grey, making the water appear black, and it was slippery, wet or dry. Mid morning we stopped for a cuppa after only two slow kilometres. Another 200 metres and a thunderstorm broke over us. While we waited for the rocks to dry a little I looked over to the next stretch |
- | We planned to see more of George - he seemed well worth attention. The New England walking guide, which we acquired and studied carefully, described a series of four one-day walks covering the upper two-thirds of the creek. Now one-day walks may be a good idea, if you live in Armidale but not so attractive From Tamworth. So, in November 1989, Frank and I set out to make a two-day walk over one of,the middle sections. We would descend from the Boulder Flat fire trail by the ridge and 'creek route described, proceed upstream three or four kilometres | + | |
- | (we had become less ambitious) and return to the fire trail by one of the upstream spurs mentioed | + | Now, three weeks later we prepared to try again. This time we would descend to the middle river near the Cunnawarra Creek junction, make a base camp and explore up and down stream with day packs. |
- | To aid LI8 we j.ndulged | + | |
- | did not appeal to us. Descent into the gully appeared difficult and its use possibly suicidal, so we stuck to the steep ridge. The creek was not so very far below but sounded high and fierce to me, the weather had now settled to a drizzle, the scrub was thick and untracked | + | We filled our wineskins and tried the other option. A scramble three hundred feet up the ridge on the east side where, amongst giant bluegums, we found two small areas flat enough to fit a tent and a fire. There at 7.30 pm, in the last of the daylight, we made camp. Apart from a regular leech hunt, a territorial dispute with a nest of jumping ants and a continual slide from the top to the bottom of the tent, we passed a good night. |
- | was rolling in. I sat dawn. It took some talking, but I did convince Frank.that I was not going on. By the time we got back to the car he was as relieved as I was. Score was now one-all. | + | |
- | Over the years we built up a picture of the authors of the walking guide. They were 20-year-old tigers reconstructing walks, probably over a few drinks, after the bruises had fiaded. Any reference to thick scrub meant bush-bashing, | + | Next morning we moved cautiously up Cunnawarra Creek. After less than half a kilometre we found the lowest of the falls on this creek. Water shot from a narrow cleft to split into hundreds of milky streams on the face below. Two dark pools were cradled in the surrounding rocks. The map suggested that the creek above, where it falls a hundred metres in about four hundred metres could be worth seeing, but possibly for the first time in the bush we were feeling uncomfortable. The creek, though not deep like Claustral or impressive like Davies, seemed dangerous. The rocks and wet leaves made our progress slow. There was no relaxation from care. The roads were only a few kilometres away and three hundred vertical metres, but the country between was difficult. Wet, scrubby and thorny, even after using the old track we were scratched and bleeding. If we were unable to reach that track again it would be a fight to escape the creek. Never have I felt so vulnerable to an accident. |
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- | New Year 1991 and Georges Creek celled | + | We turned back from the falls and went a little way up Georges Creek. The suggested route out was from here but the steep sides looked unpleasant. The creek was pretty, and possibly easier, but still required caution. We had had enough. Lunch by a pool, a swim and sunbake, then we filled our wineskins and clambered again from trunk to trunk up the steep siding to our camp. Here we resolved our territorial problems with the ants and settled back with a double rum and lemon. This evening, despite intimidating rumbles and a spectacular lightning display all around the horizon, the regulation storm held off until 2 am. |
- | the Kempsey road and seen a pleasant farming valley. This time we would take the long but sure | + | |
- | way in. Six kilometres down the New England ridge trail should put us above the farmed area | + | We broke camp in the morning and started back the way we had come. The first long swim was a relief after the slippery wet rocks. It was followed by three or four shorter swims, including one through a narrow high-walled canyon. I enjoyed this until I remembered it was above these sheer walls that I had been slipping on wet ferns two evenings before. |
- | I wanted to call this article "By George, we did it!" but I rather think that George did us. | + | |
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- | and we 'had four days to reach one of the upstream exits. I think I should describe this | + | |
- | trip as a "no match" | + | |
- | The lantana did peter out the next morning, but the creek was not attractive. Gympie and cutting grass dominated the small stretches of bank, theitreek | + | |
- | would be awful and this was the last likely exit for eight kilometres. Not far but we were walking for fun. We would camp and in the morning, perhaps, explore upstream with day packs. Tent up, wood collected and another thunderstorm with raging winds had us huddled in the tent with parkas on, hoping the tent wsauld | + | |
- | We walked but the next Morning. | + | |
- | Now, three weeks later we prepared to try again. This time we would descend to the middle river near the Cunnawarra Creek junction, make a base camp and explore up and down. stream with day packs. | + | |
- | invisible creek. Finally a gully of wet rock blocked us and we managed to slither, again through raspberry and | + | |
- | loose rock; to' | + | |
- | We filled our wineskins and tried the other option. A scramble three hundred feet up the ridge on the east side where; amongst giant bluegums, we found two small areas flat enough to fit a tent and a fire. There at 7.30 pm, in the last of the daylight, we made | + | |
- | camp. Apart from a regular leech hunt, a territorial dispute with a nest of jumping ants and a continual slide from the top to the bottom of the tent, we passed a good night. | + | |
- | Next morning we moved cautiously up Cunnawarra Creek. After less than half a kilometre we found the lowest of the falls on this creek. Water shot from a narrow cleft to split into hundreds of milky streams on the face below. Two dark pools were cradled in the surrounding | + | |
- | rocks. The map suggested that the creek above, where it falls a hundred metres in about | + | |
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- | four hundred metres could be worth seeing, but possibly, for the first time in the bush we were feeling uncomfortable. The creek, though not deep like Claustral or impressive like Davies, seemed dangerous. The rocks and wet leaves made our progress slow. There was no relaxation-from care. The roads were only a few kilometres away and three hundred vertical metres, but the country between was difficult. Wet, scrubby and thorny, even after using the old track we were scratched and bleeding. If we were unable to reach that track again it would be a fight to escape the creek. Never have I felt so vulnerable to an accident. | + | |
- | We turned back from the fent and went a little way up Georges Creek. The suggested route out was from here but the steep sides looked unpleasant. The creek was pretty, and possibly easier, but still required caution. We had had enough. Lunch by a pool, a swim and sunbake, then we filled our wineskins and clambered again from trunk to trunk up the steep siding to our camp. Here we resolved our territorial problems with the ants and settled back with a double rum and lemon. This evening, despite intimidating rumbles and a spectacular lightning display all around the horizon, the regulation storm held off until 2 am. | + | |
- | , We broke camp in the morning and started back the way we had Come. The first long swim was a relief after the slippery wet rocks. It was followed by three or four shorter swims, including one through a narrow high-walled canyon. I enjoyed this until I remembered it was above these sheer walls that I had been slipping on wet ferns two evenings before. | + | |
We found our marker for where we entered the creek and a somewhat easier route up the first one hundred feet. With care we found our downward track and followed it up to the giant sawn stump. I greeted it like a long-lost friend. In this country you could be two metres from the overgrown road and never know it. | We found our marker for where we entered the creek and a somewhat easier route up the first one hundred feet. With care we found our downward track and followed it up to the giant sawn stump. I greeted it like a long-lost friend. In this country you could be two metres from the overgrown road and never know it. | ||
- | Back at the car we removed another population of leeches and swore never again to visit Georges Creek. It has its beauties, but its defenses are strong. Frank and I have given it best,- game,. set and match. | + | |
- | If-Michelehowurites | + | Back at the car we removed another population of leeches and swore never again to visit Georges Creek. It has its beauties, but its defenses are strong. Frank and I have given it best, game, set and match. |
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- | BLACKHEATH TAXIS & TOURIST SERVICES | + | If Michele now writes |
- | & 18 SEATER MINI BUS TAXI | + | |
- | 047-87 8366 | + | =====No Boots At All.===== |
- | KANANGRA BOYD | + | |
- | UPPER BLUE MOUNTAINS | + | |
- | SIX FOOT TRACK | + | |
- | PICK UP ANYWHERE FOR START OR FINISH OF YOUR WALK - BY PRIOR ARRANGEMENT | + | |
- | Share the Fare Competitive Rates | + | |
- | March 1991 Till' | + | |
- | NO BOOTS AT,ALL | + | |
by Jim Brown | by Jim Brown | ||
- | The Boot - has it fallen upon evil times9 | + | |
- | have vague recollections that, during my early years at Primary School, say about 1925-6-7, I was regarded by some of my school-fellows as something of a " | + | The Boot - has it fallen upon evil times? |
- | Certainly, at the beginning of the bush walker movement in and around Sydney at much the same time, boots appear to have been the accepted and acceptable footwear. As evidence, I'm | + | |
- | almost sure that the badge of one of the long-established Clubs is a boot. And of the symbols with which we invest our incoming Presidents, the first one is "The Boot" - indicating that we esteem walking.- | + | have vague recollections that, during my early years at Primary School, say about 1925-6-7, I was regarded by some of my school-fellows as something of a " |
- | These symbols are hung, like the Ancient Mariner' | + | |
- | There were also several songs commonly, sung -around camp fires and at Reunions which gave, favourable publicity for boots - indeed, treated them as a vital part of the bush walking scene.. more about that later. | + | Certainly, at the beginning of the bush walker movement in and around Sydney at much the same time, boots appear to have been the accepted and acceptable footwear. As evidence, I'm almost sure that the badge of one of the long-established Clubs is a boot. And of the symbols with which we invest our incoming Presidents, the first one is "The Boot" - indicating that we esteem walking. |
- | This thinking originated with the reading of an advance copy of Dot Butler' | + | |
- | Dot insits she.added "Oh, well, it will let the Water out," (on the many crossings of the Cox | + | These symbols are hung, like the Ancient Mariner' |
- | River). I was so worried about it, this sensible attitude didn't register properly at the | + | |
- | time | + | There were also several songs commonly sung around camp fires and at Reunions which gave favourable publicity for boots - indeed, treated them as a vital part of the bush walking scene... more about that later. |
- | Another memory is my own conversion from boots in the 1946-49 period. Earlier, during a number of freelance pre-war. walks I had used sneakers - with rubber sole and leather uppers - but after being required to wear boots for about five years (in the army during World War II) | + | |
- | and on finding they were standard footwear for most SBW Members in 1947, I submitted to the mode. Not for long. , The jolt that went up the shin when walking in hobnailed boots along sealed roads on the last leg into Katoomba, Blackheath or Kiama soon persuaded me "there must be a better way" | + | This thinking originated with the reading of an advance copy of Dot Butler' |
- | Since the sneakers | + | |
- | Sinful pride urges me to believe that I had something to do With the widespread adoption of sandshoes for bush walking. Ordinary common-sense persuades me that it is likely other members of our Club and the members of other Clubs were probably moving towards the same conclusion about that time. By 1950 I had finally discarded boots, after a Tasmanian trip, | + | Another memory is my own conversion from boots in the 1946-49 period. Earlier, during a number of freelance pre-war walks I had used sneakers - with rubber sole and leather uppers - but after being required to wear boots for about five years (in the army during World War II) and on finding they were standard footwear for most SBW Members in 1947, I submitted to the mode. Not for long. The jolt that went up the shin when walking in hobnailed boots along sealed roads on the last leg into Katoomba, Blackheath or Kiama soon persuaded me "there must be a better way". |
- | and that wimpish school-boy who had been derided for wearing shoes was doing a bit of gloating | + | |
- | over the downfall of the dominant boot. (Out was there something else? Did something in my sub-conscious say to me, "You don't have to behave like an Army tank and trample everything | + | Since the sneakers I'd worn earlier were no longer available, I tried sandshoes and quickly became convinced they were adequate in the easy conditions encountered in our Sydney-side bushland. I even made a few converts, including some of the most active of the new members and - almost to my surprise - the sandshoe suddenly "took off". |
- | down. You can tread softly, go around that prickly hakea, avoid squashing that tiny baronies | + | |
- | You can make the Bush your friend, not something to be beaten down". All I can answer is - yes, for years, walking in my wimpish sandshoes, I always thought the bush was a friendly place, an ally, not an adversary to be defeated.) | + | Sinful pride urges me to believe that I had something to do with the widespread adoption of sandshoes for bush walking. Ordinary common-sense persuades me that it is likely other members of our Club and the members of other Clubs were probably moving towards the same conclusion about that time. By 1950 I had finally discarded boots, after a Tasmanian trip, and that wimpish school-boy who had been derided for wearing shoes was doing a bit of gloating over the downfall of the dominant boot. (But was there something else? Did something in my sub-conscious say to me, "You don't have to behave like an Army tank and trample everything down. You can tread softly, go around that prickly hakea, avoid squashing that tiny baronia. |
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- | I think the final seal of approval - the apotheothis - came several years ago, when several young people were overdue on a Colo River walk, and Federation' | + | I think the final seal of approval - the apotheothis - came several years ago, when several young people were overdue on a Colo River walk, and Federation' |
- | expertise and kindness | + | |
- | the sandshoe had become the mark of the bush walker! | + | Now, I'm well aware some walkers still prefer boots (but not the hob-nailed variety these days), and like Errol Sheedy, I can see they may have merits in some areas. The essential fact remains that in our fairly kindly local environment the sandshoe in its various forms is good footwear and is widely worn. |
- | Now, I'm well aware some walkers still prefer boots (but not the hob-nailed variety these | + | |
- | -mdays), and like Errol Sheedy, I can see they may have merits in some areas. The essential | + | This has, of course, put paid to those old campfire songs - "For They Were Large Boots" and " |
- | fact remains that in our-fairly kindly local environment the sandshoe in its various forms is good footwear and is widely worn. | + | |
- | This has, of course, put paid to those old campfire songs - "For They Were Large Boots" | + | Is this a good thing? After all, I've discovered that the two " |
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- | Is this a good thing? After all, I've discovered that the two " | + | |
Meanwhile, if anyone can come up with a tolerable "one syllable" | Meanwhile, if anyone can come up with a tolerable "one syllable" | ||
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- | 1111110.10.MP, | + | =====Visiting California?===== |
- | VISITING CALIFORNIA? | + | |
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- | WHY NOT CLIMB WHITNEY?. | + | |
Situated in the John Muir Wilderness Area is Mt. Whitney. At 14,495ft (approx 4,830 M), it is one of the highest peaks in the USA. | Situated in the John Muir Wilderness Area is Mt. Whitney. At 14,495ft (approx 4,830 M), it is one of the highest peaks in the USA. | ||
- | It can be done as a three-day or two-day trip. Two days would entail walking | + | |
- | Eastern Sierra Visitor Centre, P.O. Box R Lone Pine, California 93545. (Ph. 619.876.4252) | + | It can be done as a three-day or two-day trip. Two days would entail walking |
- | March 1991' The Sydney' | + | |
- | WITHER-ED CONSERVATION? by MOrag Ryder | + | Eastern Sierra Visitor Centre, P.O. Box 'R', |
- | You can tell that an election is coming, can't you? Pollies are polishing up their V smiles and their platitudes, everywhere signs are telling us What The State Government is Doing for You. | + | |
- | Even the tattered remains of the State school system has been given a temporary reprieve, with several of the threatened ' | + | =====Wither-ed Conservation?===== |
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+ | by Morag Ryder | ||
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+ | You can tell that an election is coming, can't you? Pollies are polishing up their smiles and their platitudes, everywhere signs are telling us What The State Government is Doing for You. Even the tattered remains of the State school system has been given a temporary reprieve, with several of the threatened ' | ||
For a start: - NO new N.P.s, only a few minor additions. | For a start: - NO new N.P.s, only a few minor additions. | ||
- | The promised legislation to ban mining in all new Parks was passed, | + | |
- | The Land & Environment Court V5 to be abolished. It has frequently upheld the requirements of Environmental Protection Legislation, | + | The promised legislation to ban mining in all new Parks was passed, |
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+ | The Land & Environment Court is to be abolished. It has frequently upheld the requirements of Environmental Protection Legislation, | ||
The proposed Wildlife Protection Act still has not been passed. | The proposed Wildlife Protection Act still has not been passed. | ||
- | Local Councils are V being given every encouragment to sell of public land to businesses. | + | |
+ | Local Councils are being given every encouragment to sell off public land to businesses. | ||
If all this can happen in less than three years, just imagine what could happen in the next three! But don't bother to try and vote them out of office. After the recent re-alignment of certain critical electoral boundaries, this will be almost impossible. | If all this can happen in less than three years, just imagine what could happen in the next three! But don't bother to try and vote them out of office. After the recent re-alignment of certain critical electoral boundaries, this will be almost impossible. | ||
- | KAKADU S GREEN ANTS | ||
- | Even our nasties are nice. | ||
- | 1/1/- e have no leeches, no ' | ||
- | no stinging trees. Mosquitoes rarely occur in large numbers in the good bushwalldng areas. You seldom see snakes., | ||
- | Our greatest worry is the green ant. If you brush against a nest, they bite. When you brush them off, the pain is gone. There is no after-effect. | ||
- | Better still, you can bite back. The green abdomen has a lemony flavour and is an excellent source of vitamin C. The Aboriginals would crush a nest and inhale the vapours to cleartheir sinuses when they had a cold. Where else are the nasties good for you? | ||
- | Write for full details of our bushwalking program in Kakad.u, the a %VAL*. Kimberley and central Australia. | ||
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- | Tel: (089) 85 2134 Fax: (089) 85 2355 | ||
- | PART THREE - THE MACLEAY | ||
- | Sunday, 1st January 1989 | ||
- | Guess what - it's raining. I woke up early, packed, lit the fire (eucalyptus leaves | ||
- | smell really nice when they burn) and sat on a log hear the fire, drinking a cuppa and writing my diary,. sheltered from the rain by my inflated lilo, standing on end over, me. | ||
- | Today liloing was pretty mellow - the water was moving, and quite a few fast shallow rapids kept us going. We were on the water. by 9.30 am and whenever anyone asked, I refused to tell them the time. We passed morning tea time, we passed midday. David asked if it wasn't perhaps..time for morning tea as his tummy was rumbling. David took off his volleys | ||
- | and Janet told us that this gave him a much greater sense of freedom. Whatever the reason, Dave was leading the way, forging on up ahead. | ||
- | The day probressed from a light spattering rain at brekky to dryish when we entered the water, then progressed back to quite heavy rain - we were getting wet! David wore a woollen jumper and his raincoat. Down a rapid with many overhanging trees, David headed for a log | ||
- | and his lilo went sideways. Dave and his lila parted - Dave was swimming up to his neck, | ||
- | wearing his entire wardrobe - WET! He passed the obstruction, | ||
- | paddled on. King Gee Tuff! | ||
- | At 12.55 pm Bob said we would stop for morning tea after the next rapid. None but me | ||
- | knew the time and I wasn' saying. We stopped, David got out his watch and couldn' | ||
- | his eyes. Bob changed his mind and said, "This is lunch" | ||
- | once again I broke out the orange and black fluro sunning attire and we all plastered on the | ||
- | sun cream. | ||
- | Everyone put stuff out to dry - including my tent, which shrank! We drank tea from the boiled billy and, Janet patched yet another pair of pinprick-sized holes in her lilo "(must be from sleepin6 on it at night - prickles in the grass etc.). Everyone contemplated on how | ||
- | much excess food we would have at the end of the trip. If Bob didn't have his annual 'not | ||
- | to be Missed and eagerly anticipated' | ||
- | More interesing memories from the trip.... Edith' | ||
- | unbalancing raPid - was it the right or the left leg? | ||
- | Bob decided to take a short cut overland here, as the river does a massive 2 kilometre hairpin bend. So, covered in sun cream and beach attire, carrying our inflated lilos, we | + | =====A Tale Of Three Rivers - A Christmas Lilo Adventure.===== |
- | headed into the bush to go up, over and down. NOT SO! | + | |
+ | by Michele Morgan | ||
+ | |||
+ | ====Part Three - the Macleay.==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===Sunday, 1st January 1989 === | ||
+ | |||
+ | Guess what - it's raining. I woke up early, packed, lit the fire (eucalyptus leaves smell really nice when they burn) and sat on a log near the fire, drinking a cuppa and writing my diary, sheltered from the rain by my inflated lilo, standing on end over, me. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Today liloing was pretty mellow - the water was moving, and quite a few fast shallow rapids kept us going. We were on the water by 9.30 am and whenever anyone asked, I refused to tell them the time. We passed morning tea time, we passed midday. David asked if it wasn't perhaps time for morning tea as his tummy was rumbling. David took off his volleys and Janet told us that this gave him a much greater sense of freedom. Whatever the reason, Dave was leading the way, forging on up ahead. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The day progressed from a light spattering rain at brekky to dryish when we entered the water, then progressed back to quite heavy rain - we were getting wet! David wore a woollen jumper __and__ his raincoat. Down a rapid with many overhanging trees, David headed for a log and his lilo went sideways. Dave and his lilo parted - Dave was swimming up to his neck, wearing his entire wardrobe - WET! He passed the obstruction, | ||
+ | |||
+ | At 12.55 pm Bob said we would stop for morning tea after the next rapid. None but me knew the time and I wasn't saying. We stopped, David got out his watch and couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everyone put stuff out to dry - including my tent, which shrank! We drank tea from the boiled billy and Janet patched yet another pair of pinprick-sized holes in her lilo (must be from sleeping on it at night - prickles in the grass etc.). Everyone contemplated on how much excess food we would have at the end of the trip. If Bob didn't have his annual 'not to be missed and eagerly anticipated' | ||
+ | |||
+ | More interesing memories from the trip.... Edith' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bob decided to take a short cut overland here, as the river does a massive | ||
Up, along, up, along, up along.... We were temporarily 'but never truly' misplaced. We | Up, along, up, along, up along.... We were temporarily 'but never truly' misplaced. We | ||
stopped to take photos - everyone dressed for the beach, with our lilos blown up, bashing | stopped to take photos - everyone dressed for the beach, with our lilos blown up, bashing | ||
- | through the bush - ha ha ha. And then we started going down, up, down, up, down, into a thickly bushed gully surrounded by several steepish uphills and no river iy sight. Out came | + | through the bush - ha ha ha. And then we started going down, up, down, up, down, into a thickly bushed gully surrounded by several steepish uphills and no river in sight. Out came maps and compasses. Where were we.... it all seemed so simple and easy. Just a quick ten minute hop over the hill and more absorbing of sunshine while drifting downstream aboard |
- | maps and compasses. Where were we.... it all seemed so simple and easy. Just a quick ten minute hop over the hill and more absorbing of sunshine while drifting downstream aboard | + | |
- | The Sydney. liuehwalker | + | We started heading through cow properties, the water became very sluggish and was cow patty coloured. We must have been getting towards the end of the day's paddling, but where to camp away from all those cows?, We passed some (EEK!)... PEOPLE.... playing around in a motor boat. (So no one had dropped |
- | March 1991 | + | |
- | Page 10 | + | We beached ourselves near a cattle crossing and struggled uphill to find a really cosy camp spot, just big enough for four small tents and a fire, hidden among some dense bushes which protected us from marauding cows and well away from those OTHER PEOPLE. Others had partied here before, so we collected their many rusty tinnies and threw them into a large pile, well away from our cosy spot. Eventually we managed to collect enough old, dampish, rotten wood for an OK fire which didn't really catch well until the rain started to pour. So we all retired to sit under Janet and Dave's large fly, drinking tea and port, shivering and watching from afar our raging bonfire. Even the rain couldn' |
- | " | + | |
- | TALE. THREE-,. | + | ===Monday, 2 January 1989=== |
- | Th | + | |
- | fr | + | It was a sad awakening, the end was near. We paddled across a large pool, around the bend and in the distance was the wonderful, large, overstocked grapefruit tree that Bob had told us about, next to the old shack. We didn't go near the tree though, because there were heaps of people, tents, 4WDs all around it, like a carnival. We landed and deflated the lilos. Bob and Dave skoled the last litre of port and we headed up a monstrous fire trail. Weaving and winding, the trail generally kept going fairly steeply uphill. |
- | A: | + | |
+ | There was dense, rainforesty type bush on both sides, but no cover on the track, and we experienced extremes of humid sunshine alternating with freezing, windy rain as we slogged forever upwards. Finally, after our fearless leader had rejected on our behalf many lifts in the back of 4WDs, we made it to the car, which was parked near a derelict hut with a fresh water tank next to it. The water was really clear and sweet. Bob and Dave decided that it wasn't poisoned (taste test method), so we all drank from the tank, mmmmm... changed and departed - almost the end. | ||
+ | |||
+ | We reached Janet' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | =====Special Extra Walk For Anzac Weekend - 24,25,26,27 April.===== | ||
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- | BY Michele Morgan | ||
- | March 1991 | ||
- | The Sydney SUehwelker Page 11 | ||
- | floating crafts. Eventuallyiafter an extremelYsteep, | ||
- | we were found,. but maybe it was not the same river.; - The water wasdarkand cold, | ||
- | , , - | ||
- | *te sun has gone, there' | ||
- | We started heading through cow properties, the water became very sluggish and was cow patty coloured. We must have been getting towards the end of the day's paddling, but where to camp away from all those cows?, We passed some (EEK!) PEOPLEA, | ||
- | . We beached ourselves near a cattle crossing and struggled uphill to find a really cosy camp spot, just big enough for four small tents and a fire, hidden among some dense bushes which protected us from marauding cows and well away-from those OTHER PEOPLE. Others had partied here before, so we collected their many rusty tinnies and threw them' | ||
- | .So we all retired to sit under Janet and Dave's large fly, drinking tea and port, shivering and watching from afar our raging bonfire. Even the rain couldn' | ||
- | Monday, 2 January 1989 | ||
- | It was a sad awakening, the end was near. We paddled across a large pool, around the bend and in the distance was the wonderful, large, overstocked grapefruit tree that Bob had told us about, next to the old shack. We didn't go near the tree though, because there were | ||
- | heaps of people, tents, 4WDs all around it, like a carnival. , We landed and deflated the | ||
- | lilos. Bob and Dave skoled the last litre of port and we headed up a montrousfire.trail. | ||
- | Weaving and winding, the trail generally kept going fairly steeply Uphill. | ||
- | There was dense, rainforesty type bush on both sides, but no cover on the track, and | ||
- | we experienced extremes of humid sunshine alternating with freezing, windy rain as we slogged forever upwards. Finally, after our fearless leader had rejected on our behalf many lifts in the back of 4WDs, we made it to the car, which was parked near a derelia hut with a fresh water tank next to it. The water was really clear and sweet. Bob and Dave decided that it | ||
- | wasn't poisoned (taste test method), so we all drank!rom the tank, mmmmm | ||
- | We reached Janet' | ||
- | myself headed off to spend a wonderful evening at Bob's parent' | ||
- | Mum's famous pudding, talk and stories. A wonderful end to the trip. | ||
- | * * * * * | ||
- | SPECIAL ' EXTRA WALK FOR ANZAC -WEEKEND 2.4i2S12; | ||
- | KANANGRA - Hughes Ridge - Butchers Creek - B011 Island Gai - l' | ||
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