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- | === the Sydney Bushwalkers Annual Christmas Party. === | + | === The Sydney Bushwalkers Annual Christmas Party. === |
Friday 10 December. R.S.L. Hall, Elizabeth St., Sydney. | Friday 10 December. R.S.L. Hall, Elizabeth St., Sydney. | ||
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+ | ===== The Admiral' | ||
- | THE ADMIRALtS MADCAP MARATHON 1954 STYLE. | ||
- Frank Rigby. | - Frank Rigby. | ||
- | You've probably been on one of the Admiral' | + | |
- | Picture the post office scene at Blackheath at 11 p m. on that dark, chilly Friday night. Two undaunted stalwarts are on the blower5 0 trying desperately to interest the reluctant taxi fraternity of Katoathba | + | You've probably been on one of the Admiral' |
- | 15. | + | |
- | clown until 2 a m., are hauled out again at 5, aid haven' | + | Picture the post office scene at Blackheath at 11 p.m. on that dark, chilly Friday night. Two undaunted stalwarts are on the blower, |
- | The pre-dawn gloom, the feeble brain impulses inseparable from this absurd hour of the day, and the incombustible Kanangra wood all combine to make breakfast something of a struggle. However, the sun rose up into a cloudless, breathless sky, and with it the Promise | + | |
- | glorious day-to come. This spurred our languid efforts to some extent, and so, despite all, the eight sleepless frames mooched out on to the Kanangra Tops in rather bedraggled fashion at something after seven. Our slow-revving, | + | The pre-dawn gloom, the feeble brain impulses inseparable from this absurd hour of the day, and the incombustible Kanangra wood all combine to make breakfast something of a struggle. However, the sun rose up into a cloudless, breathless sky, and with it the promise |
- | After a bit of jiggery-pokery in which the Admiral had us all | + | |
- | at sea, we hit upon the cleft running from the Tops down to our ridge an then stepped it out along to Craft' | + | After a bit of jiggery-pokery in which the Admiral had us all at sea, we hit upon the cleft running from the Tops down to our ridge and then stepped it out along to Craft' |
- | ever7 side. The view back along the massive Kanangra Deep was partice | + | |
- | uly impressive. Ahead and above reared the Claudmaker | + | The afternoon passed away pleasantly with the stroll across Tiwilla Plateau and down the Tiwilla Buttress to the Kowmung. I can thoroughly recommend the Buttress with its gently-sloping, |
- | olie Iv one we stormed and won its lesser bastions of Rip, Rack, Roar | + | |
- | 0 and Rumble, until at last the summit itself was ours just as the nponda7 hgur approached. I must admit that the summit of Cloudmaker | + | What happens when a party, nearing its evening campsite, splits into two equal factions and the " |
- | somewItt | + | |
- | a giant Ls it does from all horizons, to have traversed the mighty | + | Impromptu food-partying with Colin Putt can be fun. Odd and sundry ingredients from the tucker bags of several bods are combined in an unpremeditated fashion in Colin' |
- | Cloudmaker is to have become a bushwalker tried and true - or so the tourists would have it, anyway. And so down to the Tiwilla Pass for | + | |
- | lunch. Oh, what dastardly curses and ungentlemanly oaths flowed out into that pure mountain air when it was discovered that the staple | + | From the moment Brian slowly and sorely raised his long frame from the good earth, I knew that the 6.30 start would prove to be a fallacy. After all, you can't light a fire with green logs in five minutes, can you Brian? No, it takes fully thirty. If you hadn't been the Leader I'd have accused you of deliberate White Anting with so much dry tinder around for the taking. Then, of course, Jim Hooper and Peter Stitt had somehow yet to have their eyelids raised, no easy task without a plug of gelignite. |
- | lunch item, the so-and-so biscuits, had been completely omitted from the Admiral' | + | |
- | 16. | + | After a series of false alarms, Anderson style, we finally hit the trail at 7.45. Sixteen miles behind us and twenty-seven ahead. Did I say twenty-seven? |
- | The afternoon passed away pleasantly with the stroll across Tiwilla Plateau and down the Tiwilla Buttress to the Kowmung. I can thoroughly recommend the Buttress with its gently-sloping, | + | |
- | What happens when a party, nearing its evening campsite, splits into two equal factions and the " | + | Onwards, ever onwards! Up the steep end of the White Dog spur we plodded, with physical staminas slowly but surely on the wane. At Kelpie Hill, Brian, Peter and Betty decided to advance more leisurely, while the rest of us, with visions of the last train chortling off without us, started the long burn into Katoamba, a sweat-and-tears trek that I shall never forget. I was quite happy as far as Clear Hill, but with the level going and those high-powered steam engines Hooper, Jonsson and Putt alternately taking over the pacing, it was a constant struggle for little " |
- | Impromptu food-partying with Colin Putt can be fun. Odd and sundry ingredients from the tucker bags of several bods are combined in an unpremeditated fashion in Colin' | + | |
- | roaring fire. Despite all the laws of science, the result is invariably a feast of both quality and qlantity, especially the latter. After just such an orgy of eating, on top of some forty virtually sleepless hours, no threats were required to make us hit the hay like obedient five-year-olds. Even the Leader' | + | The hour had come when we must try desperately to somehow drive our tortured bodies to the station; and there followed such a cireus act as the citizenry of Katoomba had never been treated to before. Rigor Mortis had set in en masse during our relaxation at the cafe and we had degenerated into a bunch of old crocks. Staggering, lurching, and creaking at every joint, our plight was indeed a sorry one, but not without its humorous side. I could honestly state that we did not radiate that "how to win members and influence people" |
- | From the moment Brian slowly and sorely raised his long frame from the good earth, I knew that the 6.30 start would prove to be a 'fallacy. After all, you can't light a fire with green logs in five minutes, can you Brian? No it tahes fully thirty. If you hadn't been the Leader I'd have accused you of deliberate White Anting with so much dry tinder around for the taking. Then, of course, Jim Hooper and Peter Stitt had somehow yet to have their eyelids raised, no easy task without a plug of gelignite. | + | |
- | nothing else save the Admiral' | + | Having fallen in a heap on the platform, the burning question then was whether |
- | . | + | |
- | After a series of false alarms, Anderson style, we finally hit' | + | Nor was the position much improved at Central Station. As we lurched our several |
- | 17. was unbelievably pleasant and exhilarating and we swung along in | + | |
- | great style down the Kowmung to the Cox Junction, where an early lunch was started at something like 1100 hours. After supplying the no-biscuits | + | ---- |
- | Onwards, ever onwards! Up the steep end of the White Dog spur we plodded, with physical staminas slowly but surely on the wane. At Kelpie Hill, Brian, Peter and Betty decided to advance more leisurely, while the rest of us, with visions of the last train chortling off without us, started the long burn into Katoamba, a sweat-and-tears trek that I shall never forget. I was quite happy as far as Clear Hill, but with the level going and those high-powered steam engines Hooper, Jonsson and Putt alternately taking over the pacing, it was a constant struggle for little " | + | |
- | The hour had come When we must try desperately to somehow drive our tortured bodies to the station; and there followed such a cireus act as the citizenry of Katoomba had never been treated to before. Rigor Mortis had set in en masse during our relaxation at the eafe and we had degenerated into a bunch of old crocks. Staggering, lurching, and creaking at every joint, our plight was indeed a sorry one, but not without its humorous side. I could honestly state that we did not radiate that "how to win members and influence people" | + | === Credit where it is due: === |
- | Having fallen in a heap on the platform, the burning question then was whetter | + | |
- | Nor was the position much improved at Central Station. As we | + | Before too many people start congratulating the Editor |
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- | lurched our several | + | ---- |
- | CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE Before too many people start congratuTaing thetor | + | |
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KOSCIUSKO INVASION. | KOSCIUSKO INVASION. |
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