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+====== The Warrumbunglers ======
-THE WARR1M3Ui\TGLERS.
 Geof Wagg.
-It was all arranged; we were to take the air for Tooraweenah at 7 a m. on Friday morning. To do this our party made its way to Bankstown on Thursday night, Jim Hooper meeting en route a very happy tram guard who thought he had the "nicest legs!" At Bankstown Brian inderson confronted us with a telegram from the pilot to say that he wouldn't be arriving from Melbourne until 10.30. "Oh, well", we said,
-it won't make that much difference", and so we were still hanging around Bankstown aerodrome when the 'Phone call cane through:
+It was all arranged; we were to take the air for Tooraweenah at 7 a m. on Friday morning. To do this our party made its way to Bankstown on Thursday night, Jim Hooper meeting en route a very happy tram guard who thought he had the "nicest legs!" At Bankstown Brian Anderson confronted us with a telegram from the pilot to say that he wouldn't be arriving from Melbourne until 10.30. "Oh, well", we said, it won't make that much difference", and so we were still hanging around Bankstown aerodrome when the phone call came through:
-"It is with infinite regret That I report a sad upset:
-In Melbourne it is rather wet - My aeroplane is grounded!"
+"It is with infinite regret That I report a sad upset: In Melbourne it is rather wet - My aeroplane is grounded!"
 Jaws sagged; Anderson spoke to Melbourne and the trunk line cable melted, but that was the story.
-After much haggling and an admirable last minute dash for the
+After much haggling and an admirable last minute dash for the train the considerably reduced party of Dot Butler, Ken Angel, Frank Barr, Snow Brown, and myself (being too numerous to mention) were
-train the considerably reduced party of Dot Butler, Ken Angel, Frank Barr, Snow Brown, and myself (being too numerous to mention) were
+embarked and headed in the general direction of Kanangra Walls. We arrived there at dusk and spent a cosy night in the cave. The morning dawned bright and clear, and after some photography on the tops we
-embarked and headed in the gener al direction of Kanangra Walls. We arrived there at dusk and spent a cosy night in the cave. The morning
+set off down Murdering Gulley to the Spires. Never believe the old saying that "rolling stones gather no bushwalkers" because one collected Ken a beauty. In spite of our best efforts he was able to continue. Presently and we forced our way downwards into the beautiful upper reaches of Kanangra Creek. We lunched at the base of the scree slope between the two Spires, then while Ken rested his bruised quadriceps the rest of us sought the heights. After some intrepid scrambling we arrived on top and added our names to those in the can in the cairn. On the way down we did some exhilarating scree glissading and arrived at the bottom at 4.15, the whole thing having taken us three hours. We pushed on in search of a likely campsite and found one in a mile or so. "Will we put up the tent?" "No," said Dot and I, What would we need a tent for on a wonderful night like this?"
-dawned bright and clear, and after some photography on the tops we
-set off down Murdering Gulley to the Spires. Never believe the old
-saying that "rolling stones gather no bushwalkers" because one collected Ken a beauty. In spite of our best efforts he was able to
-, continue Presently and we forced our way downwards into the beautiful
-upper reaches of Kanangra Creek. We lunched at the base of the scree slope between the two Spires, then while Ken rested his bruised quadriceps the rest of us sought the heights. After some intrepid
-scrambling we arrived on top and added our names to those in the can
-in the cairn. On the way down we did some exhilarating scree glissad-
-.ng and arrived at the bottom at 4.15, the Whole thing having taken us
-three hours. We nushed on ten in search of a likely canpsite [Ind found ope in a mile or so. Will we put up the tent?" "No," said Dot and I, What would we need a tent for on a wonderful night like this?"
 About 2 a m, we awoke in the rain and put the tent up.
-After breakfast next morning we pushed on in misty rain making
-excellent time, and spurred on no doubt by the countless nettle stings.
+After breakfast next morning we pushed on in misty rain making excellent time, and spurred on no doubt by the countless nettle stings. Then we stopped for lunch the rain started fair dinkum and most of us
-Then we stopped for lunch the rain started fair dinkum and most of us
+were drenched. A-r-r-r!! Those icy rivers down the back! We hurried on to keep warm and quite early we reached an ideal wet night campsite by Merrigal Creek. Everyone agreed to settle in here and have
-were drenched. a2-r-r-r!! Those icy rivers down the back! We hurried on to keep warm and quite early we reached an ideal wet night campsite by Merrigal Creek. Everyone agreed to settle in here and have
+a really comfortable night. Pardon my mirth; we counted without our nettle stings. These had so excited our nervous systems we hardly got two consecutive winks all night; excepting Snow, of course, who is impervious to such minor details as nervous systems. So we were glad when another dawn, albeit grey and clammy, filtered through the sky and we could be on our way, which was now by Breakfast Creek and Carlon's Head. About this time Frank (under Dot's bad influence) discovered that he had a pain in the popliteal fossa. (Editorial note: The popliteal fossa is the hollow at the back of the knee housing a muscle called the popliteus, and the popliteus initiates flexion at the knee joint.)
-a really comfortable night. Pardon my mirth; we counted without our
-nettle stings. These had so excited our nervous systems we hardly got two consecutive winks all night; excepting Snow, of course, who is impervious to such minor details as nervous systems. So we were glad
+This worried Frank exceedingly. We hurried on up Breakfast Creek with Frank muttering encouragingly to himself: "I am not going up, I am going down hill; I am as fresh as a daisy". Up Carlon's Creek with groundsheets round our legs to frustrate the nettles, until we reached the foot of Carlon's Head about lunch time. "Lunch on top", said someone. A bad mistake! David and I struggled in the rear, our empty tummies crying pitifully for attention. We made it, but only just, dragging ourselves the last few yards on the immediate promise of a Rye Vita and honey. After lunch we all felt much refreshed except Frank who was upset - Dot had snuffed out his delicate little tea fire by lavishing great logs on it. We made off at a brisk pace and were soon pouring the dreary miles of Narrow Neck beneath our feet. Katoomba hove into view and we were soon having a nice sociable cuppa tea at Snow's place, the unofficial Bushwalkers hostel. After that we caught our train home, which is about all except don't ask us our impressions of the Warrumbungles, because it's a rude answer.
-when another dawn, albeit grey and clammy, filtered through the sky
-and we could be on our way, which was now by Breakfast Creek and Carlon's Head. About this time Frank (under Dot's bad influence) discovered that he had a pain in the popliteal fossa. (Editortig note:
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-The popliteal fossa is the hollow at the back of the knee housing a muscle called the popliteus, and the popliteus initiates flexion at the knee joint.) This worried Frank exceedingly. We hurried on up Breakfast Creek with Frank muttering encouragingly to himself: "I am not going up, I am going down hill; I mn as fresh as a daisy". Up Cftrlon's Creek with groundsheets round our legs to frustrate the nettles, until we reached the foot of Carlon's Head about lunch time. Lunch on top", said someone. A bad mistake! David and I struggled in the rear, our empty tummies crying pitifully for attention. We made it, but only just, dragging ourselves the last few yards on the immediate promise of a Rye Vita and honey. After lunch we all felt much refreshed except Frank who was upset - Dot had snuffed out his delicate little tea fire by lavishing great logs on it. We made off fa. , a brisk pace and were soon pouring the dreary miles of Narrow Neck beneath our feet. Katcomba hove into view aqd we were soon having a nice sociable cuppa tea at Snow's place, the unofficial Bushwalersl hostel. After that we caught our train home, which is about all except don't ask us our impressions of the Warrumbungles, because it's a rude answer.
 The following Letter from E. Gaines (Ted) Phillips,"River-Canoe Club of N.S.W." may be: interest to members :-
 CALLING ALL CARS! CALLING ALL CARS! 'The Editor of the 'Sydney Bush Walker',