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-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney. Bush Walkers Incorporated, Box 4476 GPO, Sydney 2001. Club meetings are held' every Wednesday evening at 8 pm at Kirribilli Neighbourhood Centre, 16 Fitzroy Street, Kinibilli. (near Milson's Point Railway Station).
+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
-Visitors and prospective members are welcome any Wednesday. To advertise in this
-,
-magazine, please contact the Business Manager.
+Established June 1931
-EDITOR George Mawer, 42 Lincoln Rd, Georges Hall
-Telephone 707 1343 2198
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.O. Sydney, N.S.W. 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening at 8 pm at Kirribilli Neighbourhood Centre, 16 Fitzroy Street, Kirribilli (near Milson's Point Railway Station). Visitors and prospective members are welcome any Wednesday. To advertise in the magazine please contact the Business Manager.
-BUSINESS. MANAGER Joy Hynes, 36 Lewis St., Dee Why 2099 Telephone: 982 2615 (h), 888 3144 (w)
-PRODUCTIONMANAGER Fran Holland, Telephone 484 6636 TYPIST AND LAY-OUT Kath Brown
+|**Editor**|George Mawer, 42 Lincoln Rd., Georges Hall 2198. Telephone 707 1343.|
-ILLUSTRATOR Morag Ryder
+|**Business Manager**|Joy Hynes, 36 Lewis St., Dee Why 2099 Telephone 982 2615 (h), 888 3144 (w).|
+|**Production Manager**|Fran Holland. Telephone 484 6636.|
+|**Typist**|Kath Brown.|
+|**Illustrator**|Morag Ryder.|
+|**Printers**|Kenn Clacher, Kay Chan, Barrie Murdoch, Margaret Niven and Les Powell.|
+====June 1993====
+=====Contents.=====
+| | |Page|
+|Up, Up, Up, & Down, Down, Down|Morag Ryder| 2|
+|The Glory of the Blue Breaks| | 2|
+|Wait a While|Tony Holgate| 4|
+|Social Notes |John Hogan| 6|
+|Six Foot Track - Cox River|Errol Sheedy| 8|
+|Walks Report|Ray Hookway| 9|
+|Search & Rescue Weekend|Maurice Smith|11|
+|The May General Meeting|Barry Wallace|13|
+|Our Year in Colorado|Bob Duncan|13|
+|Hawaiian Volcanoes - Extinct & Active|Maurice Smith|14|
+|New Members| |16|
+=====Advertisements.=====
+| |Page|
+|Willis's Walkabouts| 7|
+|Alp Sports| 8|
+|Eastwood Camping Centre|12|
+----
+=====Up, Up, Up, & Down, Down, Down.=====
+====Easter - 9th to 12th Arpil, 1993.====
+Leader: Ian Rannard. Followers: Glad Rannard, Sev Sternhell, Geoff Macintosh, George Mawer, Judy Mahaffey, Michelle Powell, Mirella Hogan, Richard and Karen Brading, Maurie Bloom, Barbara Bruce, Bill Capon, Peter Rossel, Val Douglas, Ray Turton, Tom Wenman, Don Willcox, Maureen Carter and Morag Ryder.
+===Friday, April 9===
+Sev drove the car out of Goulborn Caravan Park just before 8 am. We sped towards Cooma, admiring the golden poplars blazing like torches all over the countryside. From Cooma to Jindabyne and down The Barry Way to meet Ian at Jacobs River Picnic Ground.
+In fact we met Ian and Glad at Wallace Craigie Lookout, just finishing their lunch. Our tribe of 20 eventually arrived at Jacobs, and around 2 pm we splashed across and strolled along the old fire-trail beside the Snowy River. Emus had fed on the abundant rose-hips, leaving interesting droppings; like mini cow-pats studded with seeds.
+Passing Several vast campsites, Ian finally halted at one large enough to accomodate a small suburb. Everyone scattered far and wide - great for privacy, but not for communication.
+===Saturday, April 10===
+After a mild and starry night under the venerable old callitris trees, we crossed a chilly Snowy River at a knee-deep spot we had discovered the previous afternoon. Ian wanted to use his wide-angle camera, so we stood in the freezing water trying to look nonchalant while he tried various perspectives.
+We strolled up the wide and sandy Horse Creek until it divided and Ian said, "Up here", and we began to toil 600 metres up the ridge. Morning tea just before the old fire-trail, then up, up, up, in 23° heat.
+"Snake" said Ian, pointing. It was lounging in the sun, graphite grey with pale yellow. belly. "Copperhead" said Ian. "Yellow bellied black" I said. "Copperhead" said Ian. Not being a herpetologist, I didn't argue.
+As we were relaxing for lunch on a shady patch of road, a faint sound of engines floated up the hill. Snatching up our goodies we scrambled away as two utes and a trailbike trundled through our dining room. The drivers waved cheerfully so we decided they must be locals.
+After lunch, more road - up,down, up, up. "We leave the road here" said Ian, consulting his map, and sure enough, there was a rock cairn, hidden in the bushes.
+Having gone up, up, up all morning, it was now down, down, down, to camp at Byadbo Creek. A grassy clearing about the size of the average bull-paddock, occupied by kangaroos standing upright as Victorian matrons. Equally upright was a huge blue drum, securely lidded. Someone murmured "Portaloo" - but it wasn't. There were also some old bricks in the grass - remains of an old hut - two ancient fruit trees, and deciduous bushes.
+Having secured our pieces of real estate, we congregated around the fire to eat and sing. Later, when the stars burned bright and the fire burned low, Ian told us of his exploratory visit here with his son Tim. About 2am, they were asleep under their fly, when they heard a piercing scream. Startled, they sat up and heard another scream, this time from the opposite side of the clearing.
+What was it - the ghost of some despairing settler, going mad with lonliness? They never did find out, but at first light they departed with all speed. Later that night, we too heard a couple of faint screams, but they seemed to come from the direction of Bill's tent. Bad dreams?.... We didn't ask.
+===Sunday 11 April===
+The Easter Bunny did several rounds, dropping assorted eggs in the frosty morning. Fortified with chocolate, we began again the up, up, up, to Big Byadbo Mountain. Mauri gave Maureen navigation lessons along the way, and somehow they reached the trig before us. Morning tea and more up - until the road. Then another repeat of down, down, down, turning off near the bottom to follow the horse tracks along Sheep Station Creek. We did find the remains of some wooden construction - was that the sheep station? More importantly, we found water in the creek, beside our campsite.
+A couple of deepish pools were too good to resist, so there was much scrubbing in the creekbed. Suitably washed and dressed for dinner, we organized the Happy Hour. Enough rum-and lemon, cheese, oysters, dips, chocolate and other delectables to make dehydes seem definately second-rate. Why can't all bushwalking be like this?
+===Monday 12 April===
+Starting in the cool of the morning, we turned right at the T junction into Joe Davis Creek. Before long were going up, up, up, to Pinch Gap. A quick stop to catch our breath, and it was down, down, down, into Willis Biddi Creek. Following the horse tracks finally brought a reward, the sight of six startled brumbies galloping up the hill ahead. Pity we couldn't make them carry our packs.
+"Emus!" cried Ian pointing - two huge birds springing lightly over the ground. Sev was delighted. "The first I've seen in the wild". he declared. I thought, "How I envy their long legs". They reminded me of someone - our leader perhaps?
+At noon sandbanks appeared ahead - The Snowy again! Much warmer now, so there was skinny dipping before lunch. Getting up the bank was interesting - it was earth, vertical and crumbly. Some animal (wombat?) had carved a narrow passage - just wide enough to jam our packs and cover us with showers of dirt. Lunch was a short but glorious pig-out, as we finished off any remaining goodies. This gave us energy for our stampede back to the cars - with Sev leading the charge.
+Great trip Ian - here's hoping there will be many more of them.
+----
+====The Glory Of The Blue Breaks.====
+Do you want to see some of the best views in the Blue Mountains?
+From Belloon Pass, from Lacey's Tableland, over Lake Burragorang, from Broken Rock Range, The Axehead, Mount Cookem and the top of Taro's Ladders? Do you want to walk in open rolling country, through untouched bush, and see the most impressive stand of blue gums outside the Grose Valley? Camp on high escarpments and beside clear creeks in some of the finest country our State has to offer?
+Then join Bill Capon for five days in this classic walk in The Blue Breaks.
+Departing - July 6th next - Don't Miss Out!
+----
-PRINTERS Kenn,: Clacher, Kay, Chan, Barrie Murdoch, Margaret Niven, and fOi Povren
-alitIE 1993
-p, Up, Up, & Down, Down, Down
-The Glory of the Blue Breaks
-:Wait a While
-'Social Notes
-'Six Foot Track Cox River
- Walk's Report Search & Rescue Weekend
-The May General Meeting
-Our rear in Colorado
-Hawaiian Volcanoes Extinct & Active
-,
-New Members-.
-Advertisements
-Willis's Walkabouts Alp Sports'
-Eastwood Calaping Centre
--34-31.441-3f-X7****Page
-by Morag Ryder 2
-Tony Holgate 5
-John Hogan 5
-Errol Sheedy r 6
-Ray Hookway 9
-Maurice Smith 10
-Barry Wallace 13
-Bob Duncan , 15
-Maurice Smith 16
-. ,
-YPVE,Y BUS:OMALK` R JUNE 1993,
- EASTER 7 9th TO 12th APRIL,. 1993
-, , , , , .
-LEADER: Ian ,Karrinard, F011OWERS: Glad Rannard, SeV Sternhell, Geoff
- , , ,
-Macintosh, George Mawer, Judy Mahaffey, Michelle Powell,: Mirekla. Hogan,
-Richard and Karen Brading, Maurie Bloom, 'Barbara Bruce, Bill Capon, Peter! Rossel, Val Douglas, Ray Turton, Tom Wenman, Don Willcox, Maureen Carter and Morag Ryder.
-Friday, April 9
-SeV drove the car out of Goulborn Caravan Park just before 8 am. We sped towards Cooma, admiring, the golden poplars blazing like torches all over the countryside. From CoOMa to jindabyne and down The Barry Way to meet Ian at Jacobs River PiCnit'GroUnd:
-In: fact we met Ian and Glad at Wallace.Craigie Lookout, just finishing
-their lunch. Our tribe of 20 eventually arrived at Jacobs, and around 2 pm,
-we! splashed accross and strolled along the old fire-trail beside"the Snowy River. Emus had fed on the abundant rose-hips, leaving interesting droppings; like mini cow-pats studded with seeds."
-Passing SeVeiilvist Campsites, Ian finalIY': halted at one large enough to accombdatea sm011_suburb.._Everyone scattered far and wide - great for privacy, but not for communication..
-SaturdOy, April 10
-After a mild and starry night under the venerable old callitris trees, we crossed a chilly Snowy River at a icnee7deep spot we
-had discovered the previous afternoon. Ian
-wanted to use his wide-angle camera, so we stood in the freezing water trying to look nonchalant while he tried various perspectives.
-We strolled up the wide and sandy Horse Creek until it divided and Ionsaid, "Up here, and we began to toil 600 metres up
-the ridge. Morning tea just before the old fire-trail, then up, up, up, in 23?.heat.
-"Snake" said Ian, pointing. It was ,lounging in the sun, graphite grey with pale yellow. belly. "Copperhead" said Ian. "Yellow bellied' black" I said. "Copperhead" said Ian. Not being a herpetologist, I didn't argue.
-JUNE 1993 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER .PAGE 3
-As we were relaxing for lunch on a shady patch of road, a faint sound of
-engines floated up the hill. Snatching up our goodies we scrambled away as two utes and a trailbike trundled through our dining room. The drivers waved cheerfully so we decided they must be locals.
-After lunch, more road ."-up,'down, 111), PP. "We leave the road here" said Ian, consultirwhis:map, and sure :enough; there was a rock cairn, hidden'in the bushes.-
-Having gont'up, up, up all morning, it was now down, down, down, to camp at Byadbo Creek. A grassy clearing about the size of the average bull-paddock, occupied by kangaroos standing upright as Victorian matrons. Equally upright was a huge blue drum, securely lidded. Someone murmured "Portaloo" - but it wasn't. There were also some old bricks in the grass - remains. of an old hut -.to 'ancient fruit trees, and deciduous bushes.
-Having secured our pieces of real, estate, we congregated around the fire' to eat and
-sing. Later, when the stars burned bright and the fire burned low, Ian told us of his 'exploratory visit here with his son Tim. About2am,they we,r asleep under their fly, when- they hea,rd-.* piercing scream. Startled, they sat up and -heard another scream, this time from theopposite'side of the clearing.
-What Was it - the ghost of some despairing :settler, goilig ikad with lonliness? They
-never did find out,''but at first light they departed with all speed. Later that night, we too heard a couple of faint screams, but they seemed to come from the direction of Bill's tent. Bad dreams?.... We didn't ask.
-Sunday 11 April
-. .
-The Easter Bunny did several 'rounds,.dropping. assorted eggs in the frosty morning. Fortified with chocolate; we began again the up, up, up, to Big Byadbo Mountain. Mauri gave Maureen navigation lessons along the way, and somehow they reached the trig before us. Morning tea and more up - until the road. Then another repeat of down, down, down, turning off near the bottom to follow the horse tracks along.Sheep Station Creek. We did find the remains of. some wooden construction.- was 'that the sheep station? More importantly, we found water 'in the creek, beside our campsite.
--can't think what I could
-, have been - after all, there,' no such thing,as,gbosts. -
-A couple of deepish pools were too good to resist, st) there was much scrubbing in the creekbed. Suitably washed and dressed for 'dinner, we organized THE Happy Hour. Enough rum-and lemon, cheese, oysters, dips, , chocolate and other delectables, to make dehydes seem definately second-rate.. Why can't, all bushwalking be like this?
-PAGE 4 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER JUNE 1993
-,.
-Starting in the ,cool of the morning, we turned right at the T junction into Joe Davis ,C.reek. Before long. were going up, up, up, to Pinth Gap. A quick stop to catch our breath,- a nd it was down, down, down, into Willis Biddi Creek. Following the horse tracks finally brought a reward., the sight. of six startled !orumbies galloping up the hill ahead. Pity we 'couldn't make them carry our packs.
-"Emus!"- -.cried 'Ian pointing two hinge birds springing 'light'ly over the
-ground., was delighted, "The first' I've 'seen in the wil d". 'he declared.
-I thought, "How I envy their long. legs". They reminded me of 'some-one our leader perhaps?
-'boon sand4:anksappeared ahead - The
-. .
-- ,
-$now y atalint Much now, so ;there was
-icanny;dipping ' betore lunch 'Getting up
-. . , .
-the bank was interesting,:.-. it was earth, vertical and 't ruMbly.. Some animal ',-(wollibat?). had carved a narrow passage - just -wide -,enctiOgh AA jam. Our packs and cover us- with
-hoi..;ers Of diit. --..Lunth- was a Short but !gloriouS, as we finished, off. any emainiDg gooikie,S. This gave us energy for Our stampede *a..ci-C-to the cars - with Sev 4eading. the chiitge.
-. "
-Great trip Ian 7 here's hoping there will be -kit4E.4i$E4**-x-x-i'd(-4E-4c--*
-THE GLORY OF THE BLUE BREAKS
-Do you,,Ivant to see s'ome'-of' the best view's i 'the Blue Mountgins?
-From Belloon. Pass, from.,Lacey"s Tableland, 6vrer Lake. Burragora ng-, from. Broken. Rock Range, The Axehead,,, Mount, Cookem and the top of ;Taro's Ladders? Do you want to walk in open
-rolling country, through untouched bush, and see the most impressive stand of blue gums outside the Valley.? ,Camp
-on high escarpments and _beside clear creeks in some of the finest cduntry OUT State has to offer?
-Then join BILL CAPON for five days in in The Blue Breaks.
-----Departing - July eth
-many more of them.
-, ,
-this classic
-walk
--
-next DON'T MISS OUT!
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