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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 | + | |
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- | 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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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 " | + | |
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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 |
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+ | Eastern Sierra Visitor Centre, P.O. Box 'R', | ||
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March 1991' The Sydney' | March 1991' The Sydney' | ||
WITHER-ED CONSERVATION? | WITHER-ED CONSERVATION? |
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