A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.

Furnley Maurice.

I love these times when there is no one near me
For when I speak there is none to hear me
But stars and the wind in the sobbing grass
And the clouds - the clouds that pass.

I love wild ways and the day's glad glitter
I love my friends, friends beautiful cfld bitter;
But I float my soul to the deep sky stream
When the moon comes, the moon comes - for then I dream.

By The Business Manager.

We came to the first snow four miles below the Mount Franklin turn-off and 18 miles from the Chalet. By the time had ploughed and skidded over that last four miles in Mr.Storen's mail car we were in snow a foot deep.

At the turn-off we put on our skis and started the journey to the Chalet. Our arrival at this point was, all things considred somewhat of a miracle. Arranging a snow trip never was easy, even in the days when the Tourist Bureau did its best to help, but in these days it is quite a feat of organisation for 7 people to get leave at the same time, transport, to send food by train, mail car and pack horse, to get enough eeuipment, and so on. At one point we nearly despaired, then, in the last few days, fortune smiled. From then on everything worked without a hitch, even the weather was kind (to most of us).

Although we were carrying only equipment, clothes and a little food, we found it hard going, so decided to stay in a comfortable “cubicle” near Maxwells, 2 1/2 miles along the road.

Next morning it did our hearts good to see Mr.Maxwell setting out with 260 lbs. of food loaded on two prancing packhorses. There, we thought, but for the grace of Mr.Maxwell, go we - except that we couldn't have pranced. The trip was only 11 miles over a well-graded road which rose no more than 1,000 feet, but it toot us six hours of solid plugging to get there. At times the light mist lifted, and though our perception was somewhat dimmed by our sufferings, we reasised that there were great valleys on either side and snow-capped ranges beyond. Three miles from the Chalet we met a party of four coming out, having had to abandon their car in the snow. We felt better when they congratulated us on not having a car.

It was good to arrive at the chalet after what had seemed an interminable climb up the last mile and a half of road (really an easy climb). Soon we had the fires going, had a cup of tea and a belated lunch, relaxed for a while, then started fossiking around the edges of the great pile of foodstuffs Mr.Maxwell had left on the kitchen table. We had time to look around the Chalet, probably the best of its kind in the snow country. It is built of well seasoned, smooth-grained timber, his double walls with no chinks anywhere. On the ground floor is a lrge kitchen and a comfortable living room with a Canadian stove in the centre, while above there are ten cubicles each with four bunks. Never before in the snow country had we had a whole Chalet and a bedroom each to ourselves. There was even a telephone in working order.

Jean Moppett, Doreen Heimrich and I reached the Chalet on Friday 30th July. Next day Irvine Calnan arrived, clad in army working dress, which was almost ideal for the snow. It was probably the first time army gaiters have served a useful purpose. On the Sunday Ruby Payne-Scott, John Noble and Bill Hall arrived. They had found another “cubicle” about 6 miles above the turn-off, so had done only 8 miles and arrived in good trim. Considering they had never skied before and had nobody to show them how, it was a worthy effort.

About 10 O'Clock on Saturday night we were surprised when 8 members of the Canberra Alpine Club arrived, having skied 8 miles from their car. Tim Ingram, Captain of the Club, seemed to be the organising spirit behind the venture. He soon made us feel welcome in the Club Chalet. The party left the next afternoon in quiet, thickly-falling snow as Ruby, Bill ond John were arriving.

Ever since we had come in it had snowed on and off. Now it fell continuously. Soon it became heavier and the wind started to blow. By Monday we were in the midst of a blizzard. For five days we lived in a world of white mist and driving snow. We watched through the frosted, icicle-hung windows as it piled up around the hut, weighed down the leaves and branches of green trees, transformed dead ones into ghost trees of wind-driven ice. The taps froze. We had to melt snow for water. To go outside meant putting on boots and dressing for the occasion. One realised how lucky we are to live - except on holidays - in a land where the ground is dry and the sun shines in winter. But the blizzard didn't keep us in, except for Doreen, who had the bad luck to get influenza in this worst of all possible places for the sick.

In the Chalet life was warm and pleasant. There was plenty to be done, fires to be lit and stoked, chips to be dried. Wood to be dug out from a deep pile of snow and cut up, meals to be cooked, sweeping, washing-up, and so forth. Before long each of us had fallen into our place in the scheme of things. Jean took over the organising of the larder and cooked, , Ruby and Doreen (when she recovered) baked bread and cooked. John was chief lamp-lighter and washer-up. Bill the great tidier-up and sweeper; and myself the hewer of wood and emptier of pig-buckets (later called “wombat-buckets” because of the absence of the pigs).

Outside one was enfolded in close cotton-woolly whiteness which “drowned all sense of space”. In a blizzard the snow on the ground, the falling and wind-driven snow, and the streaming mist merge into one. Objects, location, direction are no more. It is a dream world wherein there is neither light nor shade, nor earth nor sky, but just soft blank whiteness broken only by the grotesque shapes of ice-encrusted trees.

On the third day of the blizzard Irvine set out for home. He rung up from Maxwells, almost exhausted, after ploughing often knee-deep, for six hours, through the newly fallen snow.

At last the blizzard abated. Rifts eeeeared in the mist. Soon the sun shone fitfully through. Then the clouds lifted further and we realised we were really on the top of a high mountain range. Great blue and purple valleys opened up beneath us; white tops appeared beyond.

Our range was covered by a smooth carpet of deep snow. By this time we felt it was “our” range, as there was snow several feet deep for 18 miles along the road back, enough to keep away any but the hardiest visitors. The telephone no longer worked. If we hadn't been Bush Walkers there might have been an item in the news “Hikers Marooned”.

It was a different world now. Every day we glided over virgin snow, often in bright sunshine, sometimes developed in the low misty-blue clouds which drifted overhead. Southwards we looked 50 miles to the glistening massif of Jajungal set in the distant snowfields of the Main Range. Northwards we looked down the deep blue valley of the Goodradigbee to the waters of Burrinjuck, 37 miles away. To the west the high broken peaks of the Bogong and Fiery Ranges stood out against the horizon, and to the East we looked over the blended purples and browns of the Canberra plains, beyond which were snow-capped ranges. In the evenings rose-red sunsets lit the snow with sparkling, pale pink light.

During our wanderings we saw many wombats. The are quiet, good natured animals. Often they didn't bother to run away when we approached but just sat in the snow and watched with faint interest as we passed. Wombats have very short legs, so that when they try to run in the snow they sink to their little round bellies and see-saw up and down without getting far. We were able to pick several up in our arms without much trouble. Their lack of fear may be due to the fact that they seem to have no natural enemies.

Time passed quickly in our Shangril-la. Came the time to return. Eleven miles of snow then, rude awakening, a bull-dozer had been along the track. We trod again on solid earth. And so back to the roads; to the “Network of railways, money, words, meals, paper” - and the rest - till next year.

Mr. and Mrs. S—– are being felicitated on the girth of a Son at the Good Samaritan Hospital.

The Annual Christmas Party at the Asley Street School was held yesterday afternoon.

Diplomacy is the art of getting someone else have your way.

It is today scientifically true to say that one can throw mud round the world at the speed of light - A.P. Herbert M.P.

Men and pins are useless when they lose their heads.

Denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people and greatly assists the circulation of their blood.

Dorothy Lawry.

Have you heard this rumour? It has been going round the Club for about three months now and the version you heard may not be much like the one I heard at the end of June. Rumours are like that.

Said a member to me (as near as I can remember now) - “I believe the Hobart Walking Club is not feeling too friendly towards the S.B.W. these days, since Dot English burned down the Pelion hut that was their special pride and joy, and only mentioned it to them very casually just as her train was moving out from Hobart”.

Well, that did not sound like Dot English, or any other S.B.W., so I knew that it was a rumour that was getting distorted and exaggerated as rumours usually do. I wrote to Dot and asked her to let me have the facts, if any, and when she replied I told that member what had happened, and asked that the facts be passed backward along the line to whoever had started the rumour. I heard it had come from Melbourne.

No one else having mentioned the matter in my hearing, I thought any publication of the story would be giving unnecessary publicity to the tragedy, but apparently I was wrong. At the barbecue week-end another member, who had just returned from the snow country, said: “What do you think, all the walkers in Melbourne are saying that the S.B.W. burned down the Pelion Hut!” I now find that various other people have heard “bits and pieces” about some such matter.

Well, here is an eye-witness's story - Dot's own - and as this magazine goes to the Melbourne Clubs I hope their members as well as our own will read it. I hope,too, that everyone will make a mental note of the warnings this story contains, one for all walkers who visit strange parts and have to use huts instead of their tents, and one for the builders and owners of huts that are sometimes used by strangers. Here is the story.

“Unfortunately it is no mere rumour but a fact concerning the Pelion Shack. Our party was in occupation the night the chimney caught fire, and I had lit the fire that night, so I hold myself responsible, but tell whoever your rumour-monger is that he's using his imagination a bit too far in saying that I told the Hobort Walking Club anything about the matter. I have not mentioned it to a soul as I was particularly anxious that the name Sydney Bushwalkers should not be brought in. I am sorry that the Hobart Walking Club have adopted Nazi reprisal tactics (if they have, but that may be part of the rumourmonger's imagination - Dorothy) and are acting in unfriendly fashion towards the Bushwalkers because of what some individual member may have done, but I suppose everyone, even bushwalkers, becomes a bit insane during wartime. You could tell them that incendiarism is not a policy of the Sydney Bushwelkers, and in indulging in such tactics I acted purely in a private capacity. But, honestly, Dorothy, do they really think I did it on purpose?

“If you know the Pelion Shack you will know it is, or rather, was constructed entirely of a light pine, including the chimney which was wood right to floor level. The locals have habit of poking branches of wood up the chimney, resting on the bar on which the billies are hung, so to dry them off, I presume. Whether this was so in the Pelion Shack I haven't any idea, as we didn't discover this habit till visiting subsequent huts. However, it would help to explain how the fire reached the top of the chimney, as that seemed to be the part most alight when I woke to the sound of crackling about dawn. The lower part of the chimney was also alight, but not to the same extent as the top. I climbed on to the roof and a kerosene tin of water we passed up to me. I poured this over the flames and tried to beat it out while more water was being collected. Unfortunately the creek is quite a distance from the shack down a steep embankment, and by the time the next kerosene tin of water had arrived the flames were getting under way again. A third bucket of water never reeched the fire as the whole roof then caught and went up like thatch, followed by the rest of the match-wood structure, and we barely had time to throw out what properties of value we could grab when the whole place was like an inferno. We stayed there till the last ember was rendered harmless, put up a sign on the notice board to direct people to the old Pelion huts a quarter of a mile away and then passed on and reported the matter to Mr. Connell, the ranger in charge of that end of the Reserve.

“Holding a post mortem on the occurrence it is easy enough to point out things which should and should not have been done: chimneys should be built of iron and not of pine wood, sticks should not be poked up the chimney and left there when a party a vacates a hut, trees too close to the hut should at least have their branches lopped as I discovered when I got on the roof that there as a dead branch from a nearby tree poking right into the chimney and it was well and truly alight. It is quite possible that a spark from down below could catch the dead leaves and start the trouble. Water should be more accessible, and a shovel and heap of loose earth near the huts would also help. As it was, it was impossible to scrape up even a handful of earth to throw on the flames, and trying to beat them out with a green branch was just worse than useless.

“I left my name and address with Mr.Connell, and he will no doubt inform me of the verdict of the Park Trustes when they have held their meeting. I see no reson at all why the Sydney Bushwalkers should be brought in at all. Actually I am now a non-active member and have been away from the Club for some 18 months. This bit of information might help to pacify the Hobart Walkers.

“One can't spend ten yeers of one's life bushwalking without a few accidents happening. Still, I think this latest accident is the worst thing that has yet happened, in its own small way as bad as the bombing destruction of Coventry, Cologne, or the Ruhr, and equally regrettable.

“Well, that's the whole tale. I begin to feel depressed and will call it a day”.

I am sure that every bushwalker everywhere has sufficient imagination to realise how he, or she, would feel under similar circumstances; and so I am sure that everyone will sympathise deeply with Dot and her friends. At the same time, everyone, of course, will sympathise with the Tasmanian walkers in the loss of the Pelion Shack, and will realise that, though hard words may have been spoken, any real ill-feeling between two walking clubs is just a figment of the rumour-monger's imagination.

So far as Dot's clubmates in the S.B.W. are,concerned, I know they will all agree with me that we appreciate her efforts to dissociate us from the tragedy, but are glad to know that everyone recognises her as a member of our Club rather than of any of the others to which she belongs.

. – … p. DY THTE ASST. C,74,SLR. In pe,;ce time if one were %:.K.c milai a Ski-ing brochure, he would see illustrAed r n, bright Tung thing in nifty clot-s, skillfully manoeuvring in front ,f a snow covered hotel bathed in sunshine. A.nd lured by descriptins of fun ,aid frolic in tho snow, he would probTlbly set off in 171.1c1 Harbertla moth-e.7.ton ski- suit and br nd n w set of kle-lenr:;th und_rwe-r f-)r the ppeci-11 10 dJi y tour. a Ha would return with a lot of Av r exposed sn-.Dshots, Ski-ing Cert- ific:to and 2_ lot of ,.:.xagr ted rtories of his skill t stalm turns. Jr..-4 time offers ,–, different picture. dith all org.-nised ski-ins resorts closed down, the enthusi Et is forciA to spend his hrIlid,ys -tt a hut. This yc,,r a number of wenc. to the _lpine Hut in the Brassy Mountins, one of thom t least havig som, unple sant ex riences. This p rty left Sydney _b,ut the end of July, and proceeded by train to Coom , Bus to BerridJae, nd th-ince to Snowy Pl'insipy means of an automotive bird c roput d to be ,.,. ch,:.rubanc. They arrived at Snowy Plai ls -.bout midday anciaft3r lunching, freight was divid,3d ,,mont the m le :zlembrs of the ,Dirty,and they set off for the hut. The freight ws th t 1)rt of the f2 d which h d not been previously stored in the hut consisted m:dnly of me't f r the fortnight. The first p Tt of the journey, between -Dthalils Hut and the r-:.ssy c-p w-s made in beautiful sunshine, but immedi tely on passing through the C411D they en- countcred a blizz:rd which made it vry difficult to continue. Howav:r, all hands arrived at Kidmans Hut befc.,re d rh and r,_sted -orior to the last section of the j urney. The run from Kidm nls to the Hut wi m de in d-rknesF, with the blizzard increasing in intensity but 11 1.1:mbJrc m do the j-,urney without Mish.:Ip with the - exception of one who became E'en tad from the rest owing to tho limited visibility and arrived some hours ov:rdua. He had found his way in by following Dc-td. Horse Creek up the valley. On cou-Dle of occions during the trok he felt inclLied to 'ask the horse to move ov,r, but m-ned to c rry on mainly s a result of his tri_nins 7,F a bush A d yE in bed in the hut rest,-,red his health,

They found the hut plaully sup.,lied with food including powdered milk and egg, butter, dried vegetble, ad sm:11 quantity of fresh veget-bles which had kept amazingly well since the revious autumn. The butter was in 1 rge cans was grotly improved by mrltil's and adding water, which it took into composition while setting. It still t stool a bit like little 'rfillelc home-made butterscotch. 0 The w-t:r s.;rvice h d frozen nd burst sometime earlier in the cc son, and previous p rties 1.o. d been too indmlent to repAr it-they h d -7referrod to carry water in buckets from the cruek. :hen the 3_) dar f the ?vrty said th-t on the second d y in, the p rty wmuicl be divided into two, one to go to Snoy Plains for some m,rchandis: and the other to r,-)Ar the pi-)e, most of the pa”ty suddenly discovered a previously inhibited plumbing ability. A blowlamp was found and digging through the snow to the pi–)e which h d boon laid on the ,:urf co of the ground, the pi'oe w e thawed out ad the splits rep:-.irad with sticking plEt r. The we-th-,r durin-, their st y w s mostly unpleasant, the wind -nd snow for about tan days of the fortnight ni kiiag it al.).t impossible to get out of d-ors. Only one (9.,,y w s fine enou:h to m ke run on the r c.in range, and the entire p-rty with the exce-otien of th.', d yIs cooks went to the summit of Gung rtin. cooking was the r of the iith the exception of the girls, no one 1-1:_d had much '.,x,-.),rience in cocking nd providing for 12 hungry ski,rs took some orc i.,nis,,.tion. It became. the convention to nail anything, inedibl: to the wall of thc: kitchen… When they left, a s,,,,zko a biscuit, a daMper and a jam t,-Irt had tklcon -1-12ei'r place ,,monst the c rtdons and 'T)-S=UCTIGNS TO SHIAS”. The only Ydr.;,thc -Ce well wc s when it becme the girls' turn to cook e Th-,se were feast -rdvs brithsociFaly and g stronomicallyi , rights were spent boasting of ones exiploits both indoor and out, 1)1 :2-ing cards J.nd bo sting of ones e=loits ,cbc. The time passed quickly , nd everyone had a reasonably happy time, desmite being confined to the hut for long -. riods. - Ey a*stroke of good fortune the weather cleared the day they left; providing good visibility for the j.-,urney out, and all came home determined to, go Lgain next year, FRC.: THf, F=S. Word has been received that 'Gordon Smith is a prisoner-of-war in Mal,,.ya! This is the best piece of news th,:.t we h-ve heard for a long time, confounding the rumours ad dispellin our y rehensions as to his fate through all the long months since the fall of Singapore. We -al hope that it will not be long before Gordon is back among us, le2.,fing the “Tig-ers” and taking his old place as one of our finest vr skers and finest mmbers. Following close on the amex-nce of Gordon's. name in the Prisoner-of-War Iwist comes the news th….t Tom .,i'opett has been awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross. . - “Flying-Officer Moppett has taken prt in many successful bombing raids on enemy territory, including a,ftlumber aginst t7.rgets in the Ruhr area. An exceptional navi;. tor, his hkill, courage -nd devotion to duty have Proved him to be an outst ndinc -m. mbor of a g111,-.nt crew. On one occasion his excellent directions resulted in the rescue of a crew of an aircraft forced down to sea.” “This officer 11.,-s fine spirit which haL, inspired confidence in the crew and contributed in a 1 rge me sure to the succeer achieved”, As soon as Jean passed the ne':.rs on the following cable was sent from the Club - “Cheers and congr tul tions. Keep w the good work and we shoal se-. you at the next re-union. Sydneyushw117-ers'. LETLERS -TERE RIEC5..J.VD THIS ,C7TH 7 !lai00_,;7. Brian Harvey Jack Debert Betty Isaacs Harry Thom ,:s Lee Williams David Lintrn Jack M.rshall HARRY THOMS ' RTTJTIS FRCL TaeTANT CRA.- Thanks ever so much for your

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very chatty letter, which I received toy. I also send my thanks for the two “Cox” River photos which you enclose. Yes: I also prefer to walk “ImidSt streams end hills N but unfortunately this part of :-.Lustrelia doesn't run to those refinements. Of course the hills are prese:it but the streams Ire few and f r between. I ilaean to make up for lost time when I come dawn on le_ve, at le st a week on the Kan,..e sra Halls - K.toomb'. Walk down the Kowelung River, the cool Cox and through Bree kfeFt Creek and the Leg elon, - ,eiother week renewing my friendship with the Blue Gum Forest. I'll buy a couple of -Cedechroma rolls and will I take photos?? Doubtlest3 by the time th t you have rd to this line, you have found the two photos which I have enclosed. No that isn't one of the Cox River Willows, it's one of the Northern Territory's mulg_s which grow in thousnds in this part of Australia, end the other one isn't a view of the entrance, to the Coca Mine at Katoomba, ')ut it is the entrrence to a worked out gold mine, which , re very frequently to be found, also in this of Australia. I'm afraid I have h curtail my w lking now. The we ther is sr duealy makin, the mercury re and an army water bottle does not contain so very much you know, and e s the eurfece w,ters ere, as I have said, so very f-u and far between, well: LE7 jILTJaLiS IN 11., GULJJLL Hare is a bel,,ted letter to you to thank the Committee for its frequent practical thoughts in the shape of magazines, pa-ors, the s)lection from the photographic exhibition _nd sweets. The view from Splendour Rock w a:e,reciated, bringing le,,ck memories of heeplpier days and gooe. comPcee:r. I will tell you of my j,urneyings over the Lest months. In March I arrived back. in Sydney for a well e rued 14 dLI2.TS of 7..eeve ,nd a promise of more to come- during that time I enjoyed a fey days down , t Blue Gum and several more at :Terong. Unfortunately I was smitten vrith -anther attack of malaria. soon after end –)ent some two fecnLhs in hospitel Con. Camp in Qlland, and then as the gods h've directed cam: back to ew Guinea with a trio to Jenolan and thereabouts still on preper in my pocket. Life has not been too lorld up to the., Present. Some dys ago excitemat was had in the preparation and execution of a race meeting complete with horses, mules and bookies”, judges,stew,.rds and even a broadcast system. The mules provided plenty of amusement by their contrariness ad evJryonz. agreed th t the race meeting was a huge success, even considering the fact th,t ell of us had to walk home. I have not met any of the bushwe lkiag fr-ternity during my second excursion hare, as yet, but no doubt I shc.11 sooner or later. And that completes my brief resume of “dolins” to dete end with a final 'iThank youF I say au reVoir. - DID Y U KNCY:T? It doen't always pay to be original. Frosty, with h.Jr flair for originality d(loiCor that the ordinary way to descend lIddor, the way you or I would, hand ocr c ast, :rd with decided decorum, w-s to) slow and tri,d a ouicker method. The) raa t ws th,..t she had a had spell in hospital. We Lre ,,11 very sorry to he r bout it Frosty, nd u77.sh you a quick recovery. Should you want to inr:lulge rluiter form of sport than Bushwalking (aipart from enggements and marries, which se.;ms to be the alt,Jrn tive sport for Bushwak_rs) the man to see is Fr nk Leydon. -,Te think he is going to open a Sports Shop because he has bou]7.t in the last two weeks two canoes (secondhand) and 2 pairs of skis (secondhand). He is aso we. ring a very sporty cap, looks (s coadh,nd), and is toyinc with the iC!o: of a Hav.'1. can (secondhand) these .ce h.:.rder to get. The shipping da la transacted on Saturdays -nd tested on Sunday mornings, Sunday 1fternonn he ,7)es for a ride on hie sec–, sorry, bike and we think he does his bush in the evenings. (This is firsthInd inform,,tion). Very pissed to see Tim Coffey is v ry steady, and that Roley is playing safe by taking young married 1 dieL: ;1e dvise caution in all things. We had the pleasure of att nding A hens n rty th(i oth r we ak-end all civilized in u house in the Mnuntc ins. All club it was vary enlightening to see the way the girls :4:.TrivL,d on the train ,nd their idea of dress for a social week-end. By the look c.)J things, they d-i_th:red between being ultra social ..nd plain savage, ;lad then Ily at the 1.rt moment their bushwalkin:_ instincts predomin :bed. Jean M0 act w e dres:::ed for eventuality, in a em rt brown overcoat, almost the it in hats, 1924 we think, shoes, stocking-2, large pack, hnibtin_.;, nd ocrefully tucked away in the pack an UMBRELLA. At Strathfield we 7atch,d for hilma, who w ,s catching this train conditionally, th t is if the ther w e no ,y=od for wIshini. It wasn't. 'le hung out of the windows and w.Ire st-ggered to seeHilna running alongside the train with z. suitcase and ,L zlapingb g wr,.,1)ped in brown -y.77) r. We w,re v2ry unkind and lau,hed at h r which you shouldn't when people are trying to do things 'ire-1 nice”. :dor excuse for the suitc,..se w:s th t she thought we would be .-ployed if she arrived with a pack for c. social weekend, but she wasn't a bit ulDset when she r,m3mberod th t she had hidden P,g's bet hand knitted nullo-2er and idly wondered if he would find it or freeze to death. Just as we go to press comes the announcra mt of the engagement of Liut..J.J,Mullins (our Bill) to Sister ShAlah 7Thite (N.S.). Congratulations Dill Although not a buchwalkr, it was while on a walk to Barrington Tops tht Dill and Sheilah first met and she has been to many club &…nces while doing her training at S t.Vincent's. AT uUR F:rar new members ware welcomed, Freda Newman, Dick Howard, Bob Banks and Ken Tcylr -.Peter Jones has also been admitted to the Club, but was unable to be present. The proposal to purchase lot 7 at T]ii was discussed at length and it wc..s eventually decided “Th,t the 01u.') devote from its Savings Bank Account, towards the purchase of the whole or half of Lot 7 at ra, provided that the balance of the money required be raised from individuals by loan or gift. A sub-committue was appointed make further enquiries and negotiate with the owner. It was announced that lo,.;.na to the value of E130 been promised by members. The Tauer-GenDralic v-lution is E.410 and the r:tes E4 per year. The owner is reported to want Lrazing rights over the area, if he slls, but it is hoped that he may relinquish grazing rights over the land in the vicinity of Pater Page's camp spot, this being of little value for grazing. Lot 7 is 40 acres in ara, It includes Stocky rd Creak camping site, most of the north Erc.,', njunglon -.nd the land between these pli.,ces Lfld the fr,c)t of the sandhill. Several letters were discussed. Joe Turner drew attention to the Eis.-Jstrous effects of a 350 ft. dam on tLi -T.rro_gamba. The waters, he said, would flood the whole of the Burn-zor,..n7. Allan Hxdie that it w,s unlikely that uruld be kept off the as this catchm.,-nt differed from others in tix:.t the water would have to be purified before it w-s fit for use. Myles Dunphy said that a 250 ft. (1,tm would be c,i-a-)1e. This w,uld bring the water to a point below the Cox junction. Great difficulty would be experienced because the gravel being washed down the Cox w-.uld silt up thr. Paddy Pallin is putting in h nd A third edition of “Bush Walk and Campin. Any suggestions for alterations, omis;Aons or ::dditions to the text would be welcomed. Joe Turner would like to know of anybody who would like to go for a walk including Ebor F-11s and A.Look-ut betw:en J-Dc.25th and Jan. 1st. The walk will be put on the proL;Tamm. FD.iR'7'107 NOTS Further reports irire he rd from deleg-tes in the endIvour to dissuade Woy Woy Council from ccintinuing with their intention of establishing a sanitary depot in Warrah Reserve. Num-,rous other b,dies have also protested, but even their united voices a-ne r t hi h vin little effect. It was decicled th,:t if it were deemed necess ry to seek an iiju_.,ction to prov,Jnt Woy Woy Council from implementing its intention the Federation would support the move fin -tcially to the extent of Z25. Arrngements have now been made for the printing of the FedertionAnnui d. and pa-tierbeen obtained for the reproduction of photographs. The 5.B.W. Lre suggesting the 7)ointment of a photogrcohic advisor. DA 1:C.1E S FuR 7' UP 1S CT2T, OCTC-. NOTTE3JR 1(11J-3 6TH OCTOBER: 15TH OCTU3 22ND ()OTC:62R: 19TH INTOVELIP_ZP.: 26TH NOV3M13.1-0.41 A night with the Jitterbugs at the Trocjero. , Fifth Watercolour -;xhibition of Austrlian fildflowers A c lto-Ohildhond''' P4-xty - if you hvunt sh1rt dross, your shTrt md b comfHrtabl ”“Jot RamblingEH. Lc.Jcturu by Mr. Locliu 1=07.yne s. 7%1 g ht (This hm boon postlooned from 22nd Oct 7,130 r) YOUR OPTLflIST. F. G0DLLh 1(1.. 0211 f'11:CS3'2 Y:,;-.1.) 2'-1-1 PO HuntorStr3et, l)yL1oy Tel. 3-3433- Modrn muthods- of aye eXamin -Aion 7,,nd eye trodnin;. C:xeful S7,Doct 7cL., fitting. Fixing an r-lp..-)oilltmnt will f 'te the res2rv tion- of time for giving you proper attention, but Lin muld 2,.)u be un-,…b1c, to ring us beforh id, y-ur vioib i1J. be welcome you m y chr -,21u to c t OF Whether conaci lus of it or not we hctve all hammered out a philosophy of camping, Es-x,cially in rege rd to the ger we carry. A clsver psychologist with bushwolking experience could probably define our attitude of mind from the contents of our packs. VJe must strike a balance between our requirements and the load ) us carry. For each one of UF it is an individual problem J.nd dvice from others can at bet be only alon Here are some of the consid:r tions th-t affect the problem:- RIREMENTS. Thee will depend on:- a. Type of trip e contemplte. 1. Rough or 2. Durtion weekend, week, fortnight &c. b. Likely weather. 1. Cold or hot. 2. Wet or fine. 8:c. & C. But mere tabulation dcees not solve the business, Some of us - ThoreJn.1-TilTe believe that the 9.:cret is to reduce our wc nt e. There are several ae e,:roaceF. rje may contemplate a mid-winer mountain tri-e, The Tace,Ding bag for,11-the- Several ye,lr-round use is not vp..:rm enoush. oeveral possible solutions rrescnt themslveFf. We may build up our reciste to cold so tht we can bleeee well without extn: covering. This might involve mid-winter cold showers every morning and Elee-oin3 (as Gino Watkins is reputed to h ve done) with one thin blanket under an open window. On the other hand we decided to use our ingenuity and find the extra m,rmth in the cosy hollow bf a :oft bracken bed, or maybe we sleep tent flap up with friendly fire :7.earby. Then there's the scientific -))roach. Determined to have warmth at all costs we study the effect of intake of c 'rbnhydr tes fatty acids and suchlike on body temperature, Then turnin; to materials us consider the relative merits of wool and windproof mIterials ed whi ther extra w rmth is better derived from clothing or bedclothes. Finally, of course, wo have the coalheavr type who just chucks in “an extra coupla blankets and 3 sueters for luck and don't forget those flannel duds. But enough: The pae, is full, Next moth we'll discourse on weight, Phone B-3101 -2,DADDY PLILLIN, 327 George Street, SYDN2Y. CAMP G ui ':1AL=S.