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 April 2005
-The First of Many Visits to Beautiful Tambo Creek
+**The First of Many Visits to Beautiful Tambo Creek**
 Alison Shames
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 .-- Not Peter Love's Easter Walk 2005
-The Putty Road Roadhouse at 7:30 on
+The Putty Road Roadhouse at 7:30 on Good Friday morning looked more like a bushwalker's convention than a
+caravan park, with both Peter Love's "plenty of time" group and Ken Clacher's "Wollemi Three Peaks-busy
+trip masochists meeting at the Roadhouse parking lot. After a quick bacon, egg and cheese sandwich (oops,
+it's no-meat Good Friday, Grace belatedly remembers) and deciding to help Ken's group with a car shuffle, we drive everyone to the end of the Grassy Hill Fire Trail to begin the walk. Ken's group descends and begins what we thought would be a walk from hell and our group happily ascends to Alidade Hill. The view on Alidade Hill was duly admired and off we went to conquer Pass 12.
-Good Friday moming looked more like
+Ropes came out, packs were hauled, scouts went scrambling. One scout got a bit ambitious and found her way down without coming back for the rest of us, but we managed to find a route and an hour and a half
+later we were down on the muddy banks of the Colo River. The river was swollen and murky and made us
+wonder how the rest of the walk would go. We rewarded ourselves with a bit of lunch, and pondered
+how we would fare on other passes, given that Bob Buck labelled Pass 12 "an easy though steep route".
-a bushwalker's convention than a
+A quick cross over the Colo and we embark up Pinchgut Creek. We avoid a waterfall by climbing to the
+right, and then drop back down to the creek for a water refill and afternoon tea. The creek is flowing and the waterhole is picture perfect. We continue walking, relatively level with the creek and our pace slows as rock hopping commences. The rocks are slippery, and the end of day approaches. It would be kind to use the word "campsite" to describe the spot where we slept, but "campsite" it was christened. Level spots were rare. The 2-person tenters were a bit slow in claiming territory, but Maurice came to the rescue and gave up his perch, finding a lovely level space with room enough for one closer to the creek. We all fall asleep looking forward to leaving the creek in the morning.
-caravan park, with both Peter Love's
+Our morning begins at 8am, we cross the creek, load up with water for the day and start climbing towards Mount Savage. Why climb Mount Savage, you ask? The stunning views, the beautiful vistas? No, simply because it's marked on the map. After lunch, we find our way down to the "T" in Tambo Creek. We start rock-hopping, scrambling, sidling, and slowly pass the afternoon. We spot a suitable 2- star site at about 4pm, and grab the chance for a level night's sleep not knowing what we'll find if we walk on for an hour more. We all enjoy a peaceful evening.
-"plenty of time" group and Ken
+Sunday morning and Peter promises that the creek will open up and we'll move a bit quicker. We hope to
+get out to the Colo by lunch, in time to either explore pass 20 or go up 18 and down 19. We have 6km of
+creek in front of us. It looks like a lot on the map ... and it is. Bob Buck didn't nickname this "Suicide
+Creek" for nothing. The going was very slow indeed. And the map looks nothing like reality--those wide
+open spaces never eventuate. We cross the creek, cross back again, slip on the rocks and slip some
+more. We stop for lunch at a lovely water hole, and enjoy a bit of swimming and rinsing off. The
+afternoon is much the same, but a bit more slipping as the bodies tire. Peter learns that all good falls happen in threes: first, his right side goes into the creek; second, he gets sucked up by a mud hole; third, his left side goes into the mud.
-Clacher's "Wollemi Three Peaks-busy
+We finally make it to a very swollen Colo River at 3pm. Too late to explore any passes. We all agree that a stroll up the river is the suitable route. We walk along the banks of the Colo, the water just too deep for river walking. Quickly we meet our match with a kilometre or so of thick, unforgiving blackberry bushes. I was thankful to be last in line, and let Peter and Ian and others do the blackberry bashing to clear a path for the bludgers among us ) Having forgotten his machete in the car, Ian had to settle for his Swiss Army blade. Maurice's left leg lost a fight with a blackberry vine while the rest of us survived with just a few scratches.
-trip masochists meeting at the
+The bewitching hour approaches and we go on the lookout for a suitable campsite. We spot a decent
+level area but we still have an hour or so left of daylight and the party agrees to keep looking for
+another site. We arrive at a second possibility but it's not as good as the first one, and while some are ready to settle for a lopsided night's sleep, the majority of the group agrees to continue walking, We strike on, and literally 1 minute away is the best campsite we have seen all trip. A Colo beach, views of the red rocks, flat places to sleep ... payback time for a day of hell on Suicide Creek. Many celebrate with a swim to rinse off the grime of the day, and we all enjoy a night around the campfire. The comfort of the campsite made us a bit giddy and before we know it, we were all barefootaround the campfire! We'll be blackmailing Maurice
-Roadhouse parking lot. After a quick
+Tan should just resign now before the event becomes known as "Footsie-gate".
-bacon, egg and cheese sandwich (oops,
+Monday was thankfully uneventful. The blackberries were few, the slippery rocks were underwater and a faint trail helped to speed the walk along. We reached Canoe Creek by 11:30 and enjoyed a quick cup of tea courtesy of a camping party's boiling billy. After a quick swim, we climb and climb out of the Colo. Back at the cars by 2pm, just in time for a late lunch of a burger with the works at the Roadhouse. And we beat the Easter traffic, about the only thing that went to schedule this entire with those photos for the rest of his presidential term and trip! Alison Shames
-i's no-meat Good Friday, Grace
-belatedly remembers) and deciding to
-help Ken's group with a car shuffle, we
-drive everyone to the end of the Grassy
-Hill Fire Trail to begin the walk. Ken's
-group descends and begins what we
-thought would be a walk from hell and
-our group happily ascends to Alidade
-Hill. The view on Alidade Hill was duly
-admired and off we went to conquer
-Pass 12.
-Ropes came out, packs were hauled, scouts went
-scrambling. One scout got a bit ambitious and found
-her way down without coming back for the rest of us,
-but we managed to find a route and an hour and a half
-later we were down on the muddy banks of the Colo
-River. The river was swollen and murky and made us
-wonder how the rest of the walk would go. We
-rewarded ourselves with a bit of lunch, and pondered
-how we would fare on other passes, given that Bob
-Buck labelled Pass 12 "an easy though steep route".
-A quick cross over the Colo and we embark up
-Pinchgut Creek. We avoid a waterfall by climbing to the
-right, and then drop back down to the creek for a water
-refill and afternoon tea. The creek is flowing and the
-waterhole is picture perfect. We continue walking,
-relatively level with the creek and our pace slows as
-rock hopping commences. The rocks are slippery, and
-the end of day approaches. It would be kind to use the
-word "campsite" to describe the spot where we slept, but
-"campsite" it was christened. Level spots were rare. The
--person tenters were a bit slow in claiming territory, but
-Maurice came to the rescue and gave up his perch,
-finding a lovely level space with room enough for one
-closer to the creek. We all fall asleep looking forward to
-leaving the creek in the morning.
-Our moming begins at 8am, we cross the creek,
-load up with water for the day and start climbing
-towards Mount Savage. Why climb Mount Savage,
-you ask? The stunning views, the beautiful vistas?
-No, simply because it's marked on the map. After
-lunch, we find our way down to the "T" in Tambo
-Creek. We start rock-hopping, scrambling, sidling,
-and slowly pass the afternoon. We spot a suitable 2-
-star site at about 4pm, and grab the chance for a level
-night's sleep not knowing what we'll find if we walk
-on for an hour more. We all enjoy a peaceful evening.
-Sunday morning and Peter promises that the creek
-will open up and we'll move a bit quicker. We hope to
-get out to the Colo by lunch, in time to either explore
-pass 20 or go up 18 and down 19. We have 6km of
-creek in front of us. It looks like a lot on the map ...
-and it is. Bob Buck didn't nickname this "Suicide
-Creek" for nothing. The going was very slow indeed.
-And the map looks nothing like reality--those wide
-open spaces never eventuate. We cross the creek,
-cross back again, slip on the rocks and slip some
-more. We stop for lunch at a lovely water hole, and
-enjoy a bit of swimming and rinsing off. The
-afternoon is much the same, but a bit more slipping as
-the bodies tire. Peter learns that all good falls happen
-in threes: first, his right side goes into the creek;
-second, he gets sucked up by a mud hole; third, his
-left side goes into the mud.
-We finally make it to a very swollen Colo River at
-pm. Too late to explore any passes. We all agree that a
-stroll up the river is the suitable route. We walk along
-the banks of the Colo, the water just too deep for river
-walking. Quickly we meet our match with a kilometre or
-so of thick, unforgiving blackberry bushes. I was
-thankful to be last in line, and let Peter and Ian and
-others do the blackberry bashing to clear a path for the
-bludgers among us ) Having forgotten his machete in the
-car, Ian had to settle for his Swiss Army blade.
-Maurice's left leg lost a fight with a blackberry vine
-while the rest of us survived with just a few scratches.
-The bewitching hour approaches and we go on the
-lookout for a suitable campsite. We spot a decent
-level area but we still have an hour or so left of
-daylight and the party agrees to keep looking for
-another site. We arrive at a second possibility but it's
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-not as good as the first one, and while some are ready to
-settle for a lopsided night's sleep, the majority of the
-group agrees to continue walking, We strike on, and
-literally 1 minute away is the best campsite we have
-seen all trip. A Colo beach, views of the red rocks, flat
-places to sleep ... payback time for a day of hell on
-Suicide Creek. Many celebrate with a swim to rinse off
-the grime of the day, and we all enjoy a night around the
-campfire. The comfort of the campsite made us a bit
-giddy and before we know it, we were all barefoot
-around the campfire! We'll be blackmailing Maurice
-Tan should just resign now before the event becomes
-known as "Footsie-gate".
-Monday was thankfully uneventful. The blackberries
-were few, the slippery rocks were underwater and a faint
-trail helped to speed the walk along. We reached Canoe
-Creek by 11:30 and enjoyed a quick cup of tea courtesy
-of a camping party's boiling billy. After a quick swim,
-we climb and climb out of the Colo. Back at the cars by
-pm, just in time for a late lunch of a burger with the
-works at the Roadhouse. And we beat the Easter traffic,
-about the only thing that went to schedule this entire
-with those photos for the rest of his presidential term and __ trip! Alison Shames
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