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T7,7 SYDrEY A monthly Bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Push Walkers, 0/- Inersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney.

No. 1_ )0 TUNE, Price 6d. Editor: Alex Colley, Illustrationist: Dennis Gittoes 55 Kirribilli Av., Business Manager:Maurie Berry =SONS POINT. Production: Brian Harvey Assistant Editor: Dot Butler, Production Asst. Peter Price 5 Greenwood Av., Sales & Subs: Christa Calnan COOGEE. Typiste: Gweneth Roots. Walks Reporter: Kevin Ardill, 31 Louisa St., AUBURN. CONTENTS. Page. Editorial 1. Club Officers 2. Social Committee Notes 3- At Our May Meeting 3- Debate - reported by Dot Butler g. The Northern Blue Mountains - by Max Gentle All about a Walkabout - by “Rex” 9. The Photographers' Revolt 12. “What's Gookin'” - by Kevin Ardill 13. Easter Tween Clyde and Endrik - Dorothy HaslucklA. Barrington Interlude - by “Rek” 16. Mouldy MeSmerises - reported by Kevin Ardill 16. Skiing Notes. 17. EDITORIAL In this editorial we present neither threats nor exhortations, merely information. Readers will see above the addresses of the Editor, Assist. Editor and Walks' Reporter, This is so that you will not bruise yourself falling over the clubroom furniture as you chase us with articles. All you need do is put it in an envelope and post it. If it is information you carry, just tell anyone of the magazine staff and they will pass it on. The magazine is published on the first Friday of the month. Though we like articles as early as possible, so as to spread the - work of typing, we will usually be able to include articles of topical 2 ax…w. 11 interest if they are received by the second last Friday of the previous month. Short pars may often be included up to t110 last Friday of the month. :1=lat it is also very handy to have articles that do not lose their savour in storage so that they can be included in subsequent issues. Articles may be of any length up to about 1,500 words. We should like particularly to encourage the writing of short pars or articles of 200-5nn words. Those do not take 'much time, are good reading, and are nornendod to new contributors. Probably all members can write well enough for the magazine when they have sorethIng interesting to describe, though not all could sustain interest in a long article. So if you have any doubts about you literary talent, make your contribution short. Advice will be given free if requested. We would like to rake the magazine as informative as possible. One moans of doing this is through c]dvertising. The Business Fanager is on the lookout for persons or firms who have something of Use to Bushwalhers which they want to sell. It is handy to know, for instance, what Paddy has in stock. Tany would ho interested to know where tl,.ey could get ski equipment, or what transport is available in certain districts - who to write to, what is the cost, how many can be taken, etc. Though the main object of encouraging advertisers is to inform members, at the same tine the revenue would enable the production of a better magazine. So if you know anybody with somothin7 useful to sell, tell Yaurie Terry. Advertising rates are: full page, 12/6; half page, 7/6; per inch, 2/-. If you want to bu:i or sell gear an inch of advertising is recommended. Lastly, we arc pleased to arthounce the acquisition of anothor)duplicater at a cost of 35. We expect it to save the production staff a lot of time and trouble and to turn out a better job than the old one. CLUB OFFICERS At the Vay committee meeting the following were appointed: Proiectionist: Arthur Gilroy Curator of Club Album: Kevin, Bradley OM. 4. Assistant. Librarian: Win Duncambe Social Committee: GVven Roots, Arthur Gilroy, Jack Rose, Kevin Ardill, Phil Hall, Alex Colley, Edna Stretton, Jean Harvey, Eric Rowan, Joan Kirkby, Membership Committee: Edna Garrad, Peggy Bransdon, Colin Lloyd, e“–1,7”1-7 Gwen Roots, s, la Assistant Social Secretary: Edna Strotton *hif f41 #44Ifiiv 4 't 4010F1P10144*1114111$044414401/101040411104140 i'll1104114104PO41101041. SOCIAL COMMITTEE NOTES Click: Click: Click: The big annual photographic exhibition will be held on 20th June in the Club Rooms. This year there will be improved lighting and improved hanging and presentation. Do not worry about the thought that your masterpiece may languish in a black corner - the bright light with which we threaten you should be sufficient warning to you to remove all blemishes. If you have a guilty feeling that you have been “trotting” that particular photo out year after year - forget it On the contrary the vast majority of club members will not have seen it. The Social Committee is inviting other Clubs to exhibit and to come along as spectators. That means we must have your best work. Won't you take it off the wall of the Blue nom or the Best Bedroom just for a day? On June 25th. there will be a Chinese Dinner, genuine, in Campbell Street. The Committee will want to know who is coming a bit in advance. Why? Because it can then order numerous different dishes for a communal feast.. The Committee will leave it to you to make arrangements for “after” if you are not nursing a “tummy home in the tram, “Glaciers of New Zealand” will be the subject of an epidiascope lecture by Colin Smith on the 27th. Colin Smith is a member of the Rucksack Club and has first hand knowledge of his subject. The Social Committee is in the process of arranging for you an attractive programme of events needing your co-operation if only to enjoy yourself. What do we ask of you? Only to watch and note what's on the way:- AT OUR MAY MEETING ” The President was in the Chair and about 50 members were present. Two new members were welcomed -r Eric Rowen and George Blumer. As requested by our April meeting the Federation Secretary had circulated the major air lines asking them to take special care of packs. Favourable replies were received. ' A fire left burning by a bushman during the Nattai search was discussed at length. It was decided (again) that fires should be put out A discussion of the Club's skiing activities produced many ideas but few facts. Suggestions included the formation of a Federation skiing section, or of an S.B.W. skiing section, the alteration of the constitution to include skiing amongst our objects, and appli- 4. cation for nerbership of the Ski Council. The 'subject was referred to a sub-c,orrittee to be convened by the President. Inquiries are bein7 Tivc3e as to the ownership of the permanent tent at Stockyurd Creek, which is to be i'ailloved, preferably by the owners. It was decided to offer no prizes at the photographic exhibition. Visitors, it was considered, should be content just to be hung h It was resolved to ask the Federation what action had been taken about the cutting of timber in National Park, Yeola reservations, and the firearms nuisance, ratters which had been raised in Club meetings last year. A notion requesting tho Walks' Secretary to try to include one easy walk each week-end was defeated. In the discussion Allan Hardie deplored the abandoniTent of the practice of marking walks ur, u)au, and “X-2,001. , The meeting closed at 9.30 p n. CI= DEBATE - THAT VEGETABLE FOODS ARE BEST k.Www-ppmw.Wwmwkoopoppo wp*.ww.......wWW.w m…….wokopmkpwp–pwrk… qy Dot Butler , Everyone who listened to this debate should now at least know his kidneys. To put it vulgarly, the kidneys received a thorough bashing. Do you know what meat does when engulfed by a human? It floods the cistern with uric acid. Try to visualise your kidneys floating in this virulent acid, yelping for help. Again,take your kidney tubules and place them end to end and you will find they stretch from Sydney to Yelbourne and back again as far as Bungendoro. What a collosal task to flush this pipe system daily, and how disheartening when clogged with the waste products of meat metabolism. But, on the other hand, if the body is deprived of animal protein it has nothing with which to replace its worn tissues and we are confronted by the depressing sight of our kidneys wasting away before our eyes. 7r. Hallstram for the Government led the field strongly in his denunciation of animal protein. Vegetables and fruit purify the system, whereas meat putrifies the system, and fat-eating is just a waste of time as the body stores it up in unsightly dumps round the ribs, abdomen and basal structure. Tr Hardy for the Opposition struck a new note in his defence of B.O. This sane uric acid, which is anathema to the vogo produces a beneficial B.O. which all savage beasts find so revolting (in others) that they dine for preference on the sweet-breathed grass and fruit eating animals and give the B.O. sodden carnivores a wide berth. (We greatly appreciated Yr. Duncan's timely leap for the tyindow which he fanned open and shut several times to improve the ventilation.) Yr. Hardy would ft;fal perfectly safe taking a walk through the valayan jungle win th leader of the Government, knowing full \Nell that when he care fpce to face with ferocious tigers they would sheer off holding their noses, and eat Mr. Hallstrom instead. There was another original thought from Yr. Hardy, to wit, that cheese is common ground as it is a by-product of neat. That takes some swallowiaL;. And his statement that a bull does nothing all day and all night but eat grass was met with sceptical hoots by those better acquainted with the Facts of Life. His speech was described by an opponent as being, in fact, all bull. (Cheers) Mr. Kirkby rose to announce that at the close of the debate a subscription would be taken up to send Yr. Hardy to Malaya. As a converted vegetarian Mr. Kirkby brought along exhibit A - a bag of Blanks Meal, invented by Dr. Blank, A.N.A. America, (no con- necticn with the Airways). If you are underweight it builds you up; if ycu are overweight it tears ;you down; it contains the whole Of the elonents except Uranium, and thus renders any other food unnecessary, 'Having been married for one week I am convinced,” said Yr. N.irkby with emphasis, “that uncooked ve7,01,–aTTreTh-ods are the best.” The arniverous Mr. Ardill next rose in defence of meat. Take the victors in the last war – meat eaters all, - the beef-eating aritish, the turkey-eating Americans, the caviar-consurdng Russians. But as for the vanquished, take Italy and what do vo think of? Spaghetti! Tao, Japan and what do we think of? Rice! Take Gerr5lany and what do we think of? (Sausages1“ care the enthusiastic interjection, but that was the wrong answer; he should have said soya beans.) Mr. Duncan coloured his criticism of carnivores with quotations from the scriptures. The Children of Israel were showered with manna from on high, not dehydrated liutton: And do we pray for leefsteak? No, we pray for our daily bread. T Roots, who had the unfair advantage of being married to a Letitian, closed the debate with innumerable quotations from his vrife's text books, reading from one authority after another till Yr. Duncan called out derisively hDonft you know anything yourself?” Mr. Roots exploded the myth of Bernard Shawls vegetarianism. The worthy G.E.S. has had more bottles of Bovril poured down his throat than any living person. A vote was taken by a show of hands on the debating prowess of both sides and the winning too:n (the Carnivores) was presented With a bag of Plank's Meal. pm w.P. oo -1 4 ti H. ,-11 ,P 14t 1' - r 5.1-7117timt,. TTE :YCETHERN BLUE rCUNTPAINS By Max Gentle Fift7 miles north of Kntcovba, lies a rel.,: ness, rTand and beautiful, accessible on17 Geoloical maps show the area as partly 's of rufTod sandstone country, deeply interse ravines. .ate, unfriendly wilder- on foot or horseback. urve7ed, but otherwise cted by precipitous This area lis along the Dividinf7 high above the Capertee ri / – .-i ,, 0 2 f / ; ! i 7 ,S. ,.“ r ., 1 7 ,—'; r ,r T'-\i..,t.'; r a:. 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Here and there are little tracks that wander into the bush, and stop as though they had lost their way. The Dividing Range has an exciting history. Its real pioneers ecre the bushrangers and cattle duffers of last century. Local leend says it is the country of Rolf T;o1r7rewood's “Robbery Under Arms,” of the bushranger Ueffron, and others, who found it easy to 1j ft cattle in the Capertee or f7ylong Valleys, and drive them up to hu.11o rountain. From their hideouts there, they were in an :Leal position to slip them down to Denran or Singleton, only a day's ride for therl but over a hundred miles round by road. From another spur of the range, they could set just as conveniently into the JJawkesbury Valley. A few years ago the writer walked over this country from Wallerawan7, by crossing the voli-,an and Capertee Valleys, and thence by way of ridges to Rylstone. From 7t. Uraterer, a superb cyclorama is seen. Plainly one sees the hills at gest aallsond. Swinging the sight north, a top is seen at a great distance. To the West, and close at hand across the Capertee Valley, were the monstrous cliffs, round he feet of which wriggles the -udgee railway. A glimpse of the great hump of the Oberon country was also seen, while south, and much closer was the razorback, along which the trains skim the 7:nue T“ountains. Eastward, all the coastal country of the Hawkesbury and Gosford areas lay before me. It is, therefore, not surprising that this often mist shrouded, romantic land, was to form. the itinerary of an Easter walk, 1947, with 12 S.T.W. members. Leaving Sydney on Thursday evening, in a crowded train, we passed the night in slumber, waking in the early hours. Shortly afterwards, at Landos railway station, we net the lorry driver, who was to take us eastward, on the first part of our journey. Following the.Cudgegong River upstream, we passed through Olinda, and then into the forest country, the road climbing through passes between peculiar sandstone boulder formations. On the lorry driver's suggestion, a stolD was made for breakfast at Dunn's 70untain swamp, alongside a seemingly permanent spring. At 10 a m. on the Friday morning, we parted company with the lorry driver, on the rain Dividing Range, where a cleared grazing property is known as 'The Ovens.? At this point, we commenced walking up a ridge that led to 7't. 3oonbourwa, and just beyond that CO1eft the Dividing Range, to travel ;,.n a south-easterly direction along a ridge which bears a faint bridle track. Thus, a number of rocky knobs were conveniently sidled, and shortly, the presence of water, after recent louthwar iop*oq t4omtvte…,40w1rritwoplpipplowlotip%I.WIlMf vorpopIttrlitiOlormmirltr orveffr7.”11-Mmtir,V1111,1tret. vt,r,c1rpr,911e,rvortyrier,/rtmP P4 .:in, susT;ested a stop for lunch. The ridge continued to take a Fenerally south-easterly course, and provided views of the deep canyons of Running Stream, on the right, and the precipitous :collemi Creed headwaters to the East. Chief landark to the West was the conical Mt. Tyan, and to a lesser extent Mts, Coorongooba and Durambang. Soon after passing over a volcanic deck we retired, early by some waterholes, in a green valley known as “Davis Hcle,11 just off the ridge. On Saturday, after 15 miles of tramping by compass from Mt. Boonbourwa, we skirted Gosperts Knob, and a mile further on, reached the bald-domed Uraterer at 1 p m. The volcanic earth supported a rich growth of grasses on the mountain, but the expansive views from the summit were partly obscured by misty rain for the remainder of the day. Nightfall found us with our tents near the old but and excellent spring, and with the comfort of log fires to compensate for the poor visibility. Leaving Uraterer at 8.30 a m. on Sunday, the morning mists were rising as we walked along a plain cattle track for 2,72- miles along a ridge southward. Continuing along a ridge through unsurveyed country, a compass bearing later on gave our position as true south from Uratercr. We reached the edge of the Capertee cliffs in just over 3 houru actual walking time from Uraterer, and the spot was recognised au T,eing at the top of “Grassy Hill, whose basalt slopes provide the negotiable way down to the river. The cliff tons here provided ideal midday lunch site, especially as we had canoied our water :eom Uraterer. Later, while descending the basalt ridge, we passed under the shae of numerous Kurrajong trees. The Capertee valley was seen to fine advantage, and its great sandstone walls, before the afternoon sun, first flushed a golden brown, and then, as the sun set fn the Wc:st, they greyed and glomed till darkness. A track had been followed upstream along the Capertee River, which pollution from the shale oil works was very evident. har)T)ily, a side creek provided good water and a level camp site the night. Monday morning was spent walking through the smoky atmosphere Glen Davis, and once past the whirl of machinery there, the 7e:-)de1 township was entered, and fresh fruit and soft drinks enjoyed the local store. The track along the petrol pipe line over the range from Glen Davis to Newnes, oh the Wolgan River, was negotiated in less than 5 hours, despite a few rests en route. Needless to say, we found an ideal lunch site near the good water of the Wolgan, whilst awaiting our car transport to Mt. Victoria. *IWO #01 10 hi….04,e4.110,06,44414u mnIllesimemilWalo.11141,11.1.4t1h1W.11.111eamme.slemlooftrapaa ALL ABOUT A WALKABOUT by 1,REXN Having been told all about a trip of easy idling along the Cox, of a base camp and a stroll up Mt. jenolan, if I wished, I arrived at Central on Friday evening with a copy of Galsworthy, a crossword puzzle and a head full of ideas for a quiet week-end. Hero followed a frantic rush around the station in search of Ron Knightly, our Leader, until Peter Price arrived with the news that Ron was at Mittugong doing Search and Rescue work and he was to lead instead. From the beginning it was evident that the walk would not follow customary lines for soon after arrival at Katoomba we were whisked away in a super touring car after supper of hot dogs and milk shakos. The car dropped us somewhere in Yegalong and from Black Jerry's we reached the Cox without mishap. A minor bushfire was burning brightly and from a distance gave the impression that some enthusiastic member had hurried on ahead of us and started a campfire for our benefit! The leader, of course, had to fall a halt about 200 yards away and we sat shivering in the dark waiting for the rearguard of the party. No one in the party of seven owned a watch so time stood still for the following two days. Its really nice being on a trip without the time - no pestering people to awaken one at some unearthly hour for an early start, no hurry in packing, and I doubt if I should have hurried at all only the boys were fast walkers and I had to keep up. Judging by the moon, sometime about 2 a m. early morning tea was interrupted by a heavy storm and everyone dived into their tents. I was sharing a one man tent with two others - the tent commenced to leak badly so we passed the rest of the night under our groundsheets. Leisurely setting off a long time after daybreak we reached Harry's River and before I realized it I was well up Yount Jenolan with pack and all - no mention of any base camp - and I had my copy of Galsworthy to carry all the way. Also the pleasantness of the morning was replaced by cold and very wet rain and except for a few lapses, when the rain eased for us to admire the view, it kept up all day, Ivry lunch was a hurried affair of baked beans and rain water on a spur, which I believed to be the top, but which proved to be only about half way. Here followed another struggle upwards through very rugged country - “Excelsior l I panted “Excelsior!” The cairn of stoner; on the summit holds a small tin containing the names of previous parties (which are few and far between). We noticed one party had been led by Gordon Smith in 1935 and another had arrived at 12.30 p m. One look at the fast closing day and on we rushed. Mt. Heartbreaker at evening is breathtaking - the rain had 0444100#*7041oili440w4f044P04440 4 4440141.40401WOM040440**01P400040100;04000011 stopped and the view was remote and unreal. It is difficult to fathm the mood, describe the grandeur of the dark frowning ranges and express the solal:,nity of the earth. The wide expanse of sky was mP.ssd with dark gre r clouds and threatened another storny intc)riudo. Time being short we did not linger - the hurry was, I believe, because the masculine element of the party was hungry; with a rush the Jon disapparod into the encroaching night. I followed in what I thought were their footsteps and believed that Pat was trailing no, but both impressions wore wrong and I had traversed a consi60rablo distance before I realized my :1-i1stake. There being little purpose. in retracing my footsteps, I thought I would meet them_ at the base - forgetting the size of the mountain and the nature of the country. Down, down I wont - no flickering of torches in front but just an impenetrable wall of darkness and trees. The whole mountain consists of shale slopes which crumbled under 127 foot and for eternity I was sliding down a slope which became stooper and steeper, hushes clutched for support snapped until everything seamed to be slipping. At last I reached the bed of a waterfall - my nailed shoos skidded, glided over the top, I caressed some nettles, descended a considerable distance. .nThis,” I said to myself, 'is the end n Then I rolled on a little more and with only minor injuries was ready for the next skid. By now I was convinced that I should not see the others until I reached the Cox, and knowing that no sensible person would came the same. way, had to skidder on alone. Somehow I found myself at the bottom of a 20 foot drop, minus some more flesh and a few bruises added and trying to discover some way down the next, which was nearly three times as high - and more to follow - when the torch began to flicker ominously and almost gave out. I sat down to ponder on the situation: I couldntt get up and was not going down without a torch and only had the alternative of spending the night there. It would be inpossible to find a more unfavourable camping site - it consisted of rocky edge trimmed with nettles, and there was no water. I had no matches so could not make a fire and if it rained during the night I would be washed away. If Ted and Ken had been stranded with r2.o, being such enthusiastic canoeists, they may have contrived to produce a canoe as a means of a rapid descent - how I missed them then - but what is the use of waterfalls without water? Fortune for a moment smiled on ro and I noticed in the twentietb. survey of my surroundings a narrow cleft between two rocks and overgrown by it tree. Relieved to find it unoccupied by bunyips or other fearsome creatures, I managed to squash in - at least I was more or less sheltered from the weather elements. Dinner was a meagre affair of dried apricots and biscuits and I thought longingly on gr-illed chops and Tedts custard. Yemories came flocking back of past meals in the bush and I would have given anything for Herb's steal,: pudding thenl Never has any night passed so slowly. The moss on the sides of Ogrplogr-ohiplioromo mp 441004-11prO qtrorrili 0P+.1.11g400.1,00-1104s#110414111011*.sWV+,141411/11tig#410,4041MIMR11011M111,4q4,1M lott14,1100114/tinliWRIMPeitrIONIVIIIIPPRIVOPPIRMIMMIA the rock was damp, a spider web was three inches from my head and the very thought sent me shaking (I loath spiders), the tree roots dangled in my face and it was impossible to be comfortable when sitting on a pointed rock with uncountable edges and angles, It was a mute night and the moonlight cane stealing over the mountain leaving pools of gloom where hobgoblins and alarming apparitions could lurk. Cold, cruel night with a myriad of glistening stars faint and remote unconpanionable points of mystery. Night was unending, on, on, on, while my foot grew numb, and I prayed for sloop which would not came. Morning came suddenly and I packed shivering. One look over the waterfall and I realized only an acrobat would manage to get down, so I crawled around a perilous edge amidst increasing numbers of nettles (probably more noticeable by light of day), and by strenuous struggling found myself at last on a ridge fron which I could see the Cox, gentle and serene in the early morning while wisps of mist curled skywards and the world felt good. Hazards of the night were forgotten and not having company to talk to for over 14 hours, I raised my voice and commenced to yell “Poo-tah, Pee-:eotah.” Effects were miraculous for directly underneath me minute figures appeared from the trees executing some sort of war dance, sO I did one too, and wont on skiddering down. Rarely have I been so overjoyed to be with my friends again for I really believe they missed me, as, after accounting for the night/s experiences, they showed more anxiety for my water-bucket (which was the only one between us all) than for me. Sunday was perfect walking weather. The air was full of the scent of honey-laden eucalyptus tree bloom, the Cox reflected the bluest of skies and the greenest of nettles along the track quickened my progress. Regularly we stopped to pose for the two photographers (I have not seen the results as yet so I am still undecided whether to take up modelling or not) and still more regularly we waded across the Cox and Breakfast Creek - no one by now attrirpted to keep their foot dry - but I may take gum boots next time. We wonder3d in to Canon's for lunch at 3 p m. (a little late, but Mrs Carlon was expecting us and we did not starve). Ron was awaiting our arrival and thinking we had walked quite far enough rushed on ahead for another car which picked us up in Megalong again (more rescue work). By this time the automatic walking machines,didn't rind much whether they walked or rode, but the snooze in the train (using a comfortable bushwalker cushion) was reviving so of course I caught a taxi to take me from the station to my homes Yr. E. Caines Phillips advises that a nap of the Cotter and Yurrurbidgeo Rivers between the Cotter Reserve and the Taemas Bridge, Yass, has now been completed. An inset illustrates the Cotter Reserve and its canoeing possibilities. ,1i ../(i\-g'f'.b– '-4, '— '.. .”'..!i' ,./,r-y?. pf: it '.4…s' ./,,,..e,” 1 ,, i'V. . , C.,',Z , .. .I I '.. ,. n ,…– t ..1.,,i,…0 (:.4.,…., ,trytl 4,, (er ….0 (., f , 4,,d 6 i't;. it-, 1 .. , ..! / r ir -..- t. 1 i 0 (1,4, 4. ,,,), …, :A., 1 / ,i.:,, \.\\,,…../“..f ,….i.. i + ,- ,…j.,,, .1 e..4….t.'- '1CS'. ', 11 1 i 1 ( :1 0:44' ,. , (e” *, '….7:,:.,.. , .,71:-,-.Y.: - . “C', '.. 4/ 2,?'… …….' - ..e”.., ..–) .. -,'/r.. . …! 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Occasionally, however, a ray of sunshine penetrated the mist, to be greeted by a round of cheer- fror the rebels. Beneath the disc of the trig, to the left, is tb':) cheer-leader, while on the right hand side another photographer g to the watery orb. In the background is a phalanx of deron- ating photographers (as nuch of then as could ho seen above the :;IA1). To the left, followed by his food party, is Hall (Willian), 71eng downhill towards trouble, but deterrined to get soriewhere. A; the rear of this defecting quartette is Hilra, bound by invisible tzieads to her food party, but loath to leave her tent and her 1…;a:jer. In the centre of the picture the leader, with arrs upraised b ad head enlightened by the ray of sun0;-“ine, endeavours to calr the n7eatitude. Beneath the her of his leaderts groundsheet sits the :a3_.t;hful follower, wagging the finger of prudence at the headstrong lo,11. In the foreground, right, the irprovident fiatson, heedless of the adnonishments of Cosgrove, asserts his right, having wasted 2 r,-rd two days getting there, to waste filr on the trig. The object to the right of the cairn, looking like a s17. 11er trig, is the Hardie pack. Parts of Dorran protrude beyond. 1 13. w..111 “WHAT'S COOKIN” by Kevin Ardill. We now cross for the cooking session, Kiddies, so take up your pencil and paper for to-day's recipe. Take one new Walks Reporter, beat till tender, add one President and one official week-end walk. Season with two prospectives and about ten members. Simmer gently for one and a half days and what have you got?. You tell me O It appeared on the Walks Program in cold and inoffensive print. May 3 and 4, Blackheath, Mt. Hay, Leura – Leader, M. Bransdon, and I would venture to suggest that very few were aware it was a test walk. The general idea was to leave Central at noon, Saturday, but Roley, Jenny and yours truly went up Saturday morning, the reason you will see later. Apart from a minor hold-up at Blackheath where votes were registered, the trio were right in the groove. We shot past Blue Gum with hardly a glance (No soul!) and continued along the Grose for two hours. Those with a mathematical turn of mind will begin to see the light at this stage. About five pip emma, ,Roley calls a halt and points out the camp spot. If you ignored a ten degree slope, stinging nettles, lawyer vine and rocky terrain, you might consider it wasn't a bad apot. As Roley pointed out, there was water anyway. Very soon the stoo was boiling, the tent was up and tails were down. The words “system” and “organisation” flash through my mind but I don't voice them. Then it got dark. (I'm colour blind and have not a poetic pen, so it just got dark). After the doings on the fire have been inspected and approved, several shouts are heard and we are six. The stable imform- ation is that the main troupe is one mile to the rear. The info. is correct and then we are eleven. Ah1 you think and reach for the knife and fork and just then someone tosses a question at Eric Lewis and Eric doesn't answer. Heads are counted and at once it is apparent that the happy group is one short. Sherlock Holmes could not have 0 advanced more theories than the assemblage, but one fact stood out. Peg had done it again. The neatness of the whole business struck one straight away. Someone suggested long practice was the answer but there was more to it than that. Natural ability would be closer to the mark, and possibly the word “genius” slung in here and there would not be out of place. One prospective nudged the other and I heard him mutter, The Peg Bransdon,” and even in the dark I could see them whiten horribly. Words cannot express the feelings during the next hour, but I would report that at least one person has enjoyed a meal in happier circs. To cheer the reader, if any, I will not dilly dally further. The prodigal showed up approx. one hour later and explained the disappearing act. It was just a simple clerical error, but the moral is, don't stray too far from the leader. The next thing to set down is that at 5.30 a m. the first head appeared and by 6 a m. practically all were on the feet. Our tent came in for the usual barrage of rude remarks re snoring in the dark watches of the night. I must state that I have never heard anyone snore in the tent at any time or place. would swear to this but the TNitor is agin it. The starting gun went at seven and we herded away from water and towards Jt. Hay, The worst of the clL:Ab was over in an hour and later on we were fortunate to find water in various dei)recsions in the rocks. There is one IDrt of the trir, that could b overlooked but under pressure I mention it. There was one loose rock half way up Ht. Hay. One big bloke, never agile at tho best of tires, plonked his number nine and full weight on this particular rock. The rock went and the surprised custoider did a backward one and a half and finished against a tree eight feet below ith the rock on top of his logs. The variety of facial expressions would have made Dobell leap for his pencil and sketch book. Peg Bransdon had the final look of beaten resignation, Mary Macdonald thought he was dead, Roley reached for plaster and the remainder tried to remember where. thei. kept their -black ties, Lithgow Doug had the decency to remove the rock and the corpse sat up. Excepting d few bruises and the loss Of a little bark the vici m was as good as now. The explanation of his escape was very simple. Someone remembered that in the Summer months he umpired the ciri-,4“ basketball matches. I believe samo beca-u se, as the ruck was 3]oved from his legs, I distinctly saw him roach for an iii:aginary whistle. After a couple of minutes, the party Of nerve cases moved on and at noon the nose bags were adjusted near the Pinnacles. One noticeable fact emerged at lunch. The warning issued by Dormie in debate re tigers, bulls, meat eating etc. has not been taken to heart by some members. I mention no names as I wish to continue in rcasonably good health. Peg did the right thing after lunch and put us oq t,3 good track and the party intact (surprising, what!) arrived at Loura in time to change and board the four o'clock Hartigan special back to the big smoke. Risking legal action, I must re0rt that our rock diver got into the bath alright but, when the soaking process was over, found impossible to climb out again. For all we know he May be there yet. EASTER TWEEN CLYDE AND ENDRICK by_poroqiy Hasluck Our first camp site, on the Thursday night, was on the Cambewarra Road by Bomaderry Creek. It had rained heavily during the afternoon, but our spirits rose as we pitched camp in this delightgul spot under the soft light of the Easter moon. Next morning dawned clear and bright and we set forth by car at 7 a m. for Sassafras, a little hamlet of several houses. From here we had a lovely view of Cambewarra and the surrounding country whilst skirting round for the ridge we were to take. To our joy we were - informed by one of the inhabitants that there was a track out to the Vines; where we were to camp. On our way we saw an echidna about the size of a football. It hurriedly began to burrow itself in and nothing could dislodge its hold on the earth. The timber getters had a camp at the Vines - very delectable - on the edge of a large area of mud - so we roved farther afield to a very charring spot. From here we climbed to a vantage point looking down into the spectacular gorge of the Clyde, filled with almost impenetrable rain forest; its dress of varied green enhanced with insertions of magnificent tree fern gullies. Reluctantly leaving this beauty, we found an easy route to the Endrick Trig; Pigeon House Yountain with its unnistakable shape looming up in the distance. On the way we came upon a large expanse of rock, covered with numerous stones in various shapes, one being in the form of a perfect Kangaroo. Speculation ran rife as to whether it was made by aboriginal hands or his white brother. The ridge was rent by great gashes, caused probably by some giant cataclysm aeons ago, as Australia is said to be one of the oldest lands in the world. The first rift we managed to negotiate, but the next was rather a gamble, and, not knowing how many more we were likely to encounter, we decided to look fcr a way off the ridge. We found a cleft, and, after a clamber down some awkward rocks, pushed through somewhat of a tangle to the valley below. Here we found very easy walking and it seemed there were to be none of the difficulties expected, so we decided to drop our packs and walk out to a gap overlooking the deeply cleft gullies. This view was quite expansive. Castle Rock (we think), together with the other headlands, standing out ih bold relief. Our next camp was in among trees at the head of a valley surrounded by water - most delightful. Water, by the way, was very plentiful - everywhere there were clear running creeks. Curiously enough whilst waiting on a rise for Alex and Ray to find a camp spot, we were nearly eaten alive with mosquitos and yet at the carp ite there were none. Next morning on the way to the Peak, just as Jean anB-Jess wore saying they had never seen a wombat, our eyes lighted on one as large as a mall bear, affording us an excuse to stop - not for long though, Ray, our leader, inexorably charging forward to our goal, Wog Wog Creek, which didnTt appear on the map at all. Soon, after a little hauling of selves nnd packs up a wall, we arrived on the ridge leading to the Peak. We soon arrived at Corang Trig (The Peak), from which we had a cycloramic view truly magnificent. Pigeon House, Currockbilly, and the splendid line of the rain ridge rose in grandeur before our gaze, irresistably merging ones spirit as part of this grand symphony of nature. It was hard to tear ourselves away, but the weather was deterior- ating, so we had to give attention to lunch; then on to Wog Wog. The rain Gods now descended upon us and in a thick mist we skirted the Peak and crossed a narrow saddle to the ridge above the creek. As the mist lifted for a few minutes we saw the hut which was our ob- jective and started the descent. We reached quite a nice camp site and by that time the rain, fortunately, had ceased. We were surrounded by the Eucalypts broad and narrow from which the extract is obtained. We were told that from that district 1,000 a week was 16* 1…..10-.+40… earned from this product, by boiling the leaves and skimming the coil. I must say that my informant smelt rather beery so can't vouch for the truth of this figure. Next morning we met out chariot and once more were whirled back to civilisation. W2RINGTON INT3Fc.,UDE. By Rek” A recent issue of this mostiillustrious journal contained the following moving words: Your Easter walk: other members may want to know about it….“ So here goes., Here, full of the savour of the great outdoors is the story of my Easter walk on a-rrington Tops. 7e pile aboard at Central. Le are promptly piled off again. Wrong train. ''Yer can't travel on this train with tickets for this . side of KemDsoy.': Platform conforence. Two alternatives: (a) Catch later train, which takes ,Iany hours to reach Dungog, or (b) buy tickets to Kempsey and catch this train. Third alternative: don't buy Kempsey tickets and still catch this train. Carried on the voices. We try another carriage. Doors locked. tumble through windows. ',!e are immediately detected and turfed out via door, specially unlocked. We converge on third carriage. Obliging passenger-indics aLIpty seats. We pack them. Peremptory voice demands: “Tickets, pleaseP I. eekly, we surrender. Once more upon -the platform. Train steams out. Don't worry, my sweet - we are aboard. They got tired of resisting. Barrington looms in morning mist. Boots slip and slide on slithering slush. , Rain and mist the whole day long. Cold and clammy, dripping and drooping, we breast the portals of Crosby's hut. Ah, glorious direside lovely lounge! liOULDYMESETRIS-J3S. To those unfortunates who \,ere not present at the clubrooms on a recent Friday night, we extend our sympathy. The clubroom was packed with palm trees, rainbow coloured flowers and shrubs and even a war time cargo ship made an appearance. At the helm of the ship was our old friend nr. L.G. (liouldy) Harrison. We were present with Mouldy, in spirit only, I'm afrain, on his recent business (?) trip to Tahiti, America, England and finally his plane trip from England back home. It would be impossible to portray this interesting lecture in cold print, but outstanding was I:ouldy's first hand description of Tahiti. Out narrator was only there a few days, but knowing him as I do I would imagine that not a few of the 4,000 white population were firm friends by the time he left. 17, Training and planing around America and then to England by thebuitanith England with the heather, celebrations on VE Day and excursions in London after a chance meeting with Tam Hoppett, who was also there on business. How Mouldy managed any business at all is beyond me. I can only suggest he went without sleep for the whole of the trip. Anyhow to our mutual regret we stepped oil board the plane and after several incidents, if twenty hours at Malta and seven days at Ceylon could be called incidents, arrived back in W. Australia. At the conclusion Ron Knightley thanked Mouldy on our bohalf and if anyr. one had accused me of onT3i, I could not have uttered a word in honest protest. I take this opportunity (I hope) to proffer my services as .batman, companion, or even pack carrier to anyone -1).o intends following in I:ouldy/s footsteps. Thanks Mouldy for a tip top evening. SKIING NOTS. Betts Camp: There is a possibility of obtaining bookings for an . _ _ S.B. Party. at Dett's Ca:1-ip for a fortnight in the second half of Spptember. It may be too late to be included in the party by the time this is published, but, if you are interested it would be worth while getting in touch with Tom lioppett, who is trying to arrange the bookings. Mount Gingera: A trip is proposed to the hut at Y:ount Gingera on -Aug. 1Tr(Bank Holiday D. The lolan is to catch the 8.58 p m. train to Canborra on Aug. lst. and return in timo to catch 8.30 p m. train back on londay night. There are several snags in this trip which startors would be uoll advised to note. The cost of transport, including sleepers both ways will be 6/2/6. Transport by coach or lorry (depending on snow) has boon arranged, but, should there be heavy snow we may not got as far as Hount Franklin. From there it is 7 miles to the hut. 4 It is an easy 7 miles unless there ha-opens to be a blizzard, in which case it would 'cc tough going for part of the way. The hut will accommodate 4 in comfort, 6 with discomfort. Some of us intend to camp out, so the total party will be about 10. There is good walking in the Brindabolla Valley nearby, if anyone thinks it worth the trip. The trip will be on if 10 -people have paid Alex Colley 22/8/- each for transport by Fri. July 4th. Supplies of Ski Tax: Bulk supplies of MEDIUM SKI :A:: at less than half pre-war prices are available to Club Members. The wax was developed by chemists from overseas formulae, and has been found cuite satisfactory at Kosciusko under varying conditions by a number of people. The application is for general purposes, rough dabs for climbing and smoothed out thin for running, and also for sticking on sealskins. F. Leyden, 7 Albert Pde., Ashfield, is getting a quantity and will be able to supply quarter pound slabs for three shillings and sixpence. It will take two or three weeks to deliver and supplies are limited. 110unt_Franklin.Chalet The maximum number of bunks available for non-m=apers over a week-end is four. A non-ember may have access only as a guest of a m eber who shall accompany him in person. Accommodtion is lLiitad to tirelve parsons in residence during the veek. Up to six bunks may be booked by non-members in advance. Ski FLluipment: The Canberra Alpine Club Bulletin contains the folT6wins irin-rmation: Biddle and Smart, 2 McKinley Avenue, :'ialvern, Victoria, are offering skies complete with bindings and steel edges at e7/13/6 and military boots converted to Ski Boots for 43/3. Andy Broad, 64 Elizabeth St., Eelbourne and S. Sunimers, 15 Centre place, Melbourne, are offering all types of clothing wa::es and stocks. PARTY AT PAKIES. To many of us the party at Pakies on Lay 28th was a joyous return to an old haunt. We were welcomed by the Social Secretary, who held a long scroll of tsx coupons from which he tore one for each guest. Within we were pleased to find that the decorations have not changed. The lifelike portraits of the chess champion and of Pakie to greeted as old friends. There too was the impressionist drawing of eyes and shawls and things, A new work portrayed two beetles symmetrically arranged, one above, upright, and the other below, on its back, and on their tails were red, white and blue stripes. There was a good amplifier with a fine selection of first rate dance records, and feet and tongues :loved easily till about 11.30 p m., when the last of us reluctantly made our way home. So she wistfully, sensitively sniffs the air, and then turns, goes off in slow sad leaps On the long flat skis of her legs, Steered and propelled by that steal-strong snake of a tail. Stops again, half turns, inquisitive to look back. While something stirs quickly in her belly, and a lean little face comes out, as from a window, Peaked and a bit dismayed, Only to disappear again Quickly away from the sight of the world, to snuggle down in the warmth, Leaving the trail of a different paw hanging out. from “Kan,-Yaroo by D. H. Lawrence.

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