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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER. +====== The Sydney ​Bushwalker======
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney ​Bush Walkers, 0/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney Box No.4476 G.P.0.0 Sydney. +
-No.240 NOVEMBER, 1954 Price 6d. +
-Co-Editors: Dot Butler, Boundary Road, +
-Wahroonga. (JW2208) +
-Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street: +
-Business Manager: Alex Colley (XAl255) +
-Sales & Subs.: Jess Martin ​ Typed by Jean Harvey Blacktown. +
-Production: Alan Wilson - (FY2047). +
-CONTENTS. +
- Page+
  
-The Seven Good Joys of Our Monthly Meeting 1 +A monthly Bulletin ​of matters of interest to the Sydney ​Bush Walkers, C/Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney. Box No.4476, G.P.O. Sydney.
-Siedlecky'​s Taxi and Tourist Service (Advert.) 3 +
-,  +
-Barrington Calling - by "​Bon-Oh"​ 3 +
-Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advertisement) 5 +
-Long Week-end On the S loalhaven - by Dot Butler 6 +
-The Sydney ​Bushwalkers Annual Xmas Party 7 +
-Scenic Motor Tours (Advertisement) 9 +
-Leica Photo Service (Advertisement) 11 +
-Federation Notes October - by Allen AStrom 13 +
-The Admiral'​s Madcap Marathon1954 Style -  +
-- by Frank Rigby 14 +
-Kosciusko Invasion - Part 1 - by Ross Laird 18 +
-Good News for Bushwalkers (Paddy'​s Advertisement) 20+
  
-THE SEVEN  GOOD JOYS OF OUR MONTHLY MEETING+---- 
-The first good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of One: New membership to Alan, Neil, and Ailsa Cameron, + 
-(The lass who skirls the pipes, good folk), +=== No240. November, 1954. Price 6d. === 
-And happy may they be + 
-With maps and packs and aching backs+|**Co-Editors**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga (JW2208). Geoff Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown.| 
 +|**Business Manager**|Alex Colley (XA1255).| 
 +|**Production**|Alan Wilson (FY2047).| 
 +|**Sales and Subs**|Jess Martin.| 
 +|**Typed by**|Jean Harvey.| 
 + 
 +===== In This Issue: ===== 
 +  
 +| | |Page| 
 +|The Seven Good Joys of Our Monthly Meeting| | 1| 
 +|Barrington Calling|"​Bon-Oh"​| 3| 
 +|Long Week-end On the Shoalhaven|Dot Butler| 6| 
 +|The Sydney Bushwalkers Annual Xmas Party| | 7| 
 +|Federation Notes - October|Allen A. Strom|13| 
 +|The Admiral'​s Madcap Marathon, 1954 Style|Frank Rigby|14| 
 +|Kosciusko Invasion - Part 1|Ross Laird|18| 
 + 
 +===== Advertisements:​ ===== 
 + 
 +| |Page| 
 +|Siedlecky'​s Taxi and Tourist Service| 3| 
 +|Sanitarium Health Food Shop| 5| 
 +|Scenic Motor Tours| 9| 
 +|Leica Photo Service|11| 
 +|Good News for Bushwalkers (Paddy'​s Advert.)|20| 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== The Seven Good Joys Of Our Monthly Meeting. ====== 
 + 
 +The first good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of One:\\ 
 +New membership to Alan, Neil, and Ailsa Cameron,\\ 
 +(The lass who skirls the pipes, good folk),\\ 
 +And happy may they be\\ 
 +With maps and packs and aching backs\\
 To all Eternity. To all Eternity.
-The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Two: Blue Mountains Shire has set aside a carp for me and you - A site at Nellie'​s Glen, good folk, + 
-And happy may ye be +The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Two:\\ 
-With all amenities laid on+Blue Mountains Shire has set aside a camp for me and you -\\ 
 +A site at Nellie'​s Glen, good folk,\\ 
 +And happy may ye be\\ 
 +With all amenities laid on\\
 For all Eternity. For all Eternity.
-The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Three: To thank the "​Woman" ​newSpaDer ​forgood publicity. Two staff reporters came, good folk, + 
-(And happy may they be), +The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Three:\\ 
-Wrote up our walk, and heard us talk+To thank the "​Woman" ​newspaper ​for good publicity.\\ 
 +Two staff reporters came, good folk,\\ 
 +(And happy may they be),\\ 
 +Wrote up our walk, and heard us talk\\
 To all Eternity. To all Eternity.
-The next good joy our Meeting, had, it was the joy of Four: To Members of three kinds now add "​Associates."to the score. They'​re pleased to pay their way, good folk, + 
-And happy may they be +The next good joy our Meeting, had, it was the joy of Four:\\ 
-Through cold and heat, with blistered feet,+To Members of three kinds now add "​Associates"​ to the score.\\ 
 +They'​re pleased to pay their way, good folk,\\ 
 +And happy may they be\\ 
 +Through cold and heat, with blistered feet,\\
 To all Eternity. To all Eternity.
-The next good joy our Meeting had showed ​Federationts hard: Most folk in favour,Of grog at their Reunions being banned. ​'Against"​ that means, not "​For" ​youmugs+ 
- And happy may ye be +The next good joy our Meeting had showed ​Federation'​s hand:\\ 
-Through heat and drouth, with dust-parched mouth,+Most folk in favour ​of grog at their Reunions being banned.\\ 
 +"Against"​ that means, not "​For" ​you mugs,\\ 
 +And happy may ye be\\ 
 +Through heat and drouth, with dust-parched mouth,\\
 For all Eternity. For all Eternity.
-The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Six: + 
-For five feet round your cooking fires remove all grass and stick All things, alive or dead, good folk, +The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Six:\\ 
-TiEcluding ​you and me, +For five feet round your cooking fires remove all grass and sticks\\ 
-Our time has not yet come to burn+__All__ ​things, alive or dead, good folk,\\ 
 +(Including ​you and me;\\ 
 +Our time has not yet come to burn\\
 For all Eternity.) For all Eternity.)
-The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Seven: If going on a weekend walk, due notice must be given. The leaders can't read minds, good folk, + 
-And happy will they be +The next good joy our Meeting had, it was the joy of Seven:\\ 
-To know before just what's the score+If going on a weekend walk, due notice must be given.\\ 
 +The leaders can't read minds, good folk,\\ 
 +And happy will they be\\ 
 +To know before just what's the score\\
 Of those they'​re going to see. Of those they'​re going to see.
-D.B. + 
-SINK ME SAILORCAN YOU CATCH CRAB+D.B. 
- That amphibious operation known as the RUDOLPH CUP RACE will be held at Audle. ​National Park, on 12th December. "​Murder on the MinTCSpanish, not ScottIST-EngY ​lunch.+ 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===Sink Me SailorCan You Catch Crab=== 
 + 
 +That amphibious operation known as the __Rudolph Cup Race__ ​will be held at __Audley__, ​National Park, on __12th December__. "​Murder on the Main (Spanish, not Scott'​s) after lunch. 
 Skulduggery for all classes. ​ No frogmen admitted. Skulduggery for all classes. ​ No frogmen admitted.
-AMBIGUOUS CHOICE OF WORDS DEPT+ 
-Yes said Alex-, "I suppose I should write up Jim Brown'​s +---- 
-Hazlebrook-Mt. Hay trip for the Magazine, but it was indescribable!"​ + 
-3. +=== Ambiguous Choice Of Words Dept=== 
-IMPORTANT ​ TRANSPORT NOTICE. + 
-BUSHWALKERS R.EQ,UIRING TRANSPORT FROM BLACKHEATH ​   ANY HOUR RING WRITE OR CALL    +"Yes", ​said Alex, "I suppose I should write up Jim Brown'​s Hazlebrook - Mt. Hay trip for the Magazine, but it was indescribable!"​ 
- SIEDLECKY'S TAXI AND TOURIST SERVICE + 
-116 STATION ETREET BLACKHEATH+---- 
-24 HOUR SERVICE+ 
-BUSHWALKERS ​arriving at Blackheath late at night without transport ​booki-ag ​can ring for car from Railway Station or call at above address ​IT'S NEVER TOO LATE+=== Important Transport Notice=== 
-'PHONE B'​EEATH ​81 or 1460 LOOK FOR OARS 3210 or TV270. + 
-OR BOOK AT MARK SALON EADIO SHOP OPP. STATION. +Bushwalkers requiring transport from Blackheathany hour, ring, write or call... 
-BARRIN :EON CALLING.+ 
 +Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service. 
 + 
 +116 Station Street, Blackheath. 
 + 
 +24 hour service
 + 
 +Bushwalkers ​arriving at Blackheath late at night without transport ​booking ​can ring for car from Railway Station or call at above address ​- __it's never too late__! 
 + 
 +'Phone Blackheath ​81 or 146. Look for cars 3210 or TV270 or book at Mark Salon Radio Shop - opposite Station
 + 
 +---
 + 
 +===== Barrington Calling===== 
 Bon-Oh. Bon-Oh.
-The area surrounding the night hive of activity as our after 9 p m. in order to get + 
-The train journey was in journey undertaken by Bushwal frivolity, very little seriou off the train at Scone in the the beginning of a trip which +The area surrounding the map at Central was its usual Friday ​night hive of activity as our group, 14 in all, assembled there soon after 9 p.m. in order to get the 9.50 train. 
-We waited impatiently ft made an appearance. Rucksac with the usual bus driver ea! another 45 minutes, so as hur knocked up a cafe proprietor satisfaction in the short six tire.  Perhaps the most amusir When our thrifty member, Fra: steak from his pocket, all nc embarrassment,​ asked'​the gen: steaks were mixed up, and sa + 
-Map at Central was its usual Friday group, 14 in all, assembled there soon flale 9.50 train. +The train journey was in no way different from any other train journey undertaken by Bushwalkers. There was the usual amount of  ​frivolity,​ very little seriousness, and very little sleep. We tumbled ​off the train at Scone in the very early hours of Saturday ​morning ​the beginning of a trip which was to delight us one and all. 
-no way different from any other train ers. There was the usual amount of mess, and very little sleep. We tumbled very early hours of Saturday ​mbrning ​- was to delight us one clad all0 + 
-several hours till the bus at last +We waited impatiently for several hours till the bus at last made an appearance. Rucksacks ​were piled haphazardly on the roof with the usual bus driver care. The bus wasn't due to leave for another 45 minutes, so as hungry ​stomachs were crying in anguish we knocked up a cafe proprietor ​and begged him to feed us. He fed us to satisfaction in the short space of time that we had before our departure. Perhaps the most amusing ​thing that occurred ​in the cafe was when our thrifty member, Frank Rigby, brought out a large piece of steak from his pocket, all neatly ​bundled up, then with slight ​embarrassment,​ asked the gentleman ​would he cook it for him. Somehow ​steaks were mixed up, and satisfied ​grunts from John Thornthwaite ​told us he was enjoying Frank'​s lovely fresh steak. Frank slowly ate his meal but didn't enjoy it as the meat was tough - not like the steak that John was enjoying. 
-were piled haphazardly on the roof S. The bus wasn't due to leave for gry stomachs were cryingin anguish we and beggedhim to feed us. He fed us to 3e of time that we had before our depart-- 3 thing that ocaurred ​in the cafe was Rigby, brought out a large piece of atly bundled up, then with slight ​leman would he cook it for him. Somehow ​isfied ​grunts from.John Thconthwaite + 
-4. +We hurried out of the cafe in time to catch the bus, and soon settled down for the long ride to Stewart'​s Brook. ​Proceeding along the dusty road, soon we were hemmed in on both sides by ascending ​ridges. Small farms littered some of the hillsides. ​Admiral Anderson ​would now and again cry out joyously, "Oh, a mighty ​shot for my Practica"​. He was quickly subdued by other walkers ​who owned different ​makes of cameras. 
-told us he was enjoying Frank'​s lovely fresh steak. Frank slowly ate his meal but didn't enjoy it as the meat was tough - not like the steak that John was enjoying. + 
-We hurried out of the cafe in time to catch the settled down for the long ride to Stewart'​s Brook. the dusty road, soon we were hemmed in on both sides ridges. Small farms littered some of the hillsides. would now and again cry out joyously, "Oh, a mighty Practica"​. He was quickly subdued by other walkers makes of cameras. +The bus trip did not last as long as was expected. The first de-bussing occurred ​when we stopped at the beginning of an apparently solid-looking bridge. Our vehicle groaned to a halt and we were kindly asked to walk the bridge while the bus came over at its leisureTowards the middle of the bridge a good shot was observed. Fifty per cent of the mob stopped and cameras were brought into action. The bus driver waited patiently while everyone tried to do justice to the scene, then we were on our way again penetrating further and further into the ranges. 
-bus, and soon Proceeding along by ascending + 
-Admiral Anderson shot for my +The next halt was soon upon us, and we were told that the rest of the way would be by truck. This arrived an hour later, and all the parcels and rucksacks ​from the mail bus were transferred to the truck. Loading completed we all piled aboard, and off we went again. We must have covered nearly 3 miles when another halt was made, the driver explaining that he would be about 15 minutes. We once again waited patiently till he rejoined us, then we were on our way once more. The next 50 yards of the trip went quickly before we stopped and again changed trucks, but this time a bigger truck which the driver explained was better for crossing the creeks. The next four or five miles was a succession of opening and closing gates. This was done expertly and efficiently by Messrs. Bookluck and Adcock. The watch hands showed 2.30 p.m. when we finally disembarked from the truck, this being as far as we would go. We were practically at the base of the Barrington Tops. 
-who owned different + 
-The bus trip did not last as long as was expected. The first de-bussing occurred ​When we stopped at the beginning of an apparently solid-looking bridge. Our vehicle groaned to a halt and we were kindly asked to walk the bridge while the bus came over at its leisureTowards the middle of the bridge a good shot was observed. Fifty per cent of the mob stopped and cameras were brought into action. The bus driver waited patiently while everyone tried to do justice to the scene, then we were on our way again penetrating further and further into the ranges. +A quick lunch, its peace broken by the traditional shout "​Moving off in one minute!", and our leader, Jim Hooper, speedily donned his pack and urged us onwards. Jim's idea was to try to get to the top near Barrington Trig, by nightfall, but darkness too soon descended upon us, and we were much short of the top when we pitched camp in a saddle just off the main ascent ridge. 
-The next halt was soon upon us, and we were told that the rest of the way would be by truck. This arrived an hour later, and all the parcels and rucksacks ​fram the mail bus were transferred to the truck. Loading completed we all piled aboard, and off we went again. We must have covered nearly 3 miles when another halt was made, the driver explaining that he would be about 15 minutes. We once again waited patiently till he rejoined us, then we were on our way once more. The next 50 yards of the trip went quickly before we stopped and again changed trucks, but this time a bigger truck which the driver explained was better for crossing the creeks. The next four or five miles was a succession of opening and closing gates. This was done expertly and efficiently by Messrs. Bookluck and Adcock. The watch hands showed 2.30 p m. when we finally disembarked from the truck, this being as far as we would go. We were practically at the base of the Barrington Tops. + 
-A quick lunch, its peace broken by the traditional shout "​Moving off in one minute, and our leader, Jim Hooper, speedily donned his pack and urged us onwards. Jim's idea was to try to get to the top near Barrington Trig, by nightfall, but darkness too soon descended upon us, and we were much short of the top when we pitched camp in a saddle just off the main ascent ridge. +The rumour had got around that John Thornthwaite had a transmitter and receiver in his rucksack. John explained that the idea was to establish a radio link between Sydney and Brisbane. He continued to explain that Carey'​s Peak (5,064 ft.) would make a good relay station because of its height ​and line of sight north and south. The transmitter and receiver combined in a small compact unit weighing approximately 16 lbs. with batteries and aerial. 
-The rumour had got around that John Thornthwaite had a transmittaand ​receiver in his rucksack. John explained that the idea was to establish a radio link between Sydney and Brisbane. He continued to explain that Carey'​s Peak (5,064 ft.) would make a good relay station because of its heigat ​and line of sight north and south. The transmitter and receiver combined in a small compact unit weighing approximately 16 lbs. with batteries and aerial. + 
-Sunday morning John and myself left slightly earlier than the main party to make for Carey'​s Peak as quickly as possible. (Careyts ​Peak is on the opposite side of the Barrington Tops to Barrington Trig.+Sunday morning John and myself left slightly earlier than the main party to make for Carey'​s Peak as quickly as possible. (Carey'​s ​Peak is on the opposite side of the Barrington Tops to Barrington Trig.) 
-5. + 
- ​WP..LKERS CAN'T CARRY REFRIGERATORS +We reached ​the Peak at 1 p.m. The gear was quickly set up and to our joy we could hear the amateurs calling. John's call sign was VK2ATO. He soon had the transmitter tuned and gave a call over the small microphone. To his great satisfaction the signal was heard by several amateurs. During the course of the afternoon contact was established with amateurs at Newcastle, Singleton, Wentworth Falls and Sydney. 
-BUT TEE RE' IS NO NEED TO WHEN THEY CAN TA}T + 
-WELL-PACKAGED,​ LONG-KEEPING,​ SAFELY PRESERVED +By nightfall the main party showed up and told us what they had seen during the day. The chief points of interest were the Barrington River, which everyone said was very pretty and most kodachromatic. They also visited the crashed ​plane site. Later that night several of the party went up to the Peak to see the transmitter in operation. Our camp was in a saddle about 200 ft. below the Peak. The biting cold soon forced the station to close down for the night. When the shelter of the saddle was reached John once again started to transmit, and, believe it or not, contacted The Gib at Bowral ​(200 miles line of site). The power of this transmitter ​was about half of a watt, that is about one hundredth of the power needed to operate an ordinary ​electric globe. The performance was really amazing. 
-VEGETARIAN FOODS + 
-HY-KING CRISP BREAD, HY VITA, KRISP-O-WHEAT AND WHEAT FLAKE +Monday morning was different from the usual run of Monday mornings - oh, yes, we were still in the bush and not fighting our way to work! The position was now that we had about eight miles of the "​Corker"​ to go down off the Barringtons,​ then about four miles of flat walking to Barrington House where we were to catch our bus. Some of the party left at 9 a.m., whilst a few stayed to watch John say his last words on the air from Carey'​s Peak. We finally all got away by 10 a.m. and had a burn down the Corker with the Admiral and Beryl Christensen as pacemakers. For breakfast the Admiral had had a spoonful of Terry'​s,​ this being enough to give him the stamina that a pacemaker needs. I haven'​t yet persuaded Beryl to try Terry'​s,​ but the Admiral is gradually weakening. 
-BISCUITS - KEEP FRESH ON LONG TRIPS + 
-CASHEWS, ALMONDS AND RAISINS, BRAZIL NUTS, GLACE APRICOTS AND DRIED FRUIT SWEETS IN HANDY 4 AND +The Corker was terminated by a most beautiful pool into which water cascaded from two or three directions, churning up the sparkling surface to a white foam. The party that left Carey'​s at 9 a.m. were sitting ​down having lunch when we arrived, footsore ​and weary. We once again had a quick lunch, having four miles to do in 1 1/2 hours before the bus left. 
-8 OZ. CELLOPHANE PACKETS. + 
-NUTMEAT AND NUTOLENE (TINNED, SAFE-KEEPING MEAT SUBSTITUTES). ALSO MARMITE AND PEANUT BUTTER. +The walk to Barrington House from the bottom of the Corker ​is all rain forest, and it presented a beautiful scene. On the side of the tracks many native orchids were observed clinging to tree trunks and moss-covered rocks. Barrington House soon loomed up out of the forestWe all refreshed here and settled comfortably in the bus with a troop of boy scouts. I don't think they could quite make out what we were because we didn't have uniforms. 
-FROM + 
-THE SANITARIUM HEALTH FOOD SHOP 13 HUNTER STREET SYDNEY. +The ride to Maitland was exceptionally pretty as undulating country goes. Looking back we could see the Barrington Tops silhouetted against the setting sun. We arrived at Maitland to clamber ​on to a train to Newcastle where, after a meal, we boarded a fast train to Sydney, all of us wondering when we would see the enchanting Barrington Tops again. 
-We reaQhed ​the Peak at 1 p m. The gear was quickly set up and to our joy we could hear the amateurs calling. John's call sign was VK2ATO. He soon had the transmitter tuned and gave a call over the snall microphone. To his great satisfaction the signal was heard by several amateurs. During the course of the afternoon contact was established with amateurs at Newcastle, Singleton, Wentworth Falls and Sydney. + 
-By nightfall the main party showed up and told us what they had seen during the day. The chief points of interest were the Barrington River, which everyone said was very pretty and most kodachromaticThey ​also visited the crashed ​blane site. Later that night several of the party went up to the Pe dk to see the transmitter in operation. Our camp was in a saddle about 200 ft. below the Peak. The biting cold soon forced the station to close down for the night. When the shelter of the saddle was reached John once again started to transmit, and, believe it or not, contacted The Gib at Bawral ​(200 miles line of site). The power of this transmit ter was about half of a watt, that is about one hundredth of the power needed to operate an ordinal ​electric globe. The performance was really amazing. +---- 
-:Monday morning was different from the usual run of Monday mornings - oh, yes, we were still in the bush and not fighting our way to work! The position was now that we had about eight miles of the "​Corker"​ to go down off the Barringtons,​ then about follr miles of + 
-6. +=== The Sanitarium Health Food Shop=== 
-flat walking to Barrington House where we were to catch our bus. Soma of the party left at 9 a m., whilst a few stayed to watch John say hirlast ​words an the air from Carey'​s Peak. We finally all got away by 10 a m. ard had a burn down the Corker with the Admiral and Beryl Christensen as pacemakers. For breakfast the Admiral had had a spoonful of Terry'​s,​ this being enough to give him the stamina that a pacemaker needs. I haven'​t yet persuaded Beryl to try Terry'​s,​ but the Admiral is gradually weakening. + 
-The Corker was terminated by a most beautiful pool into which water cascaded from two or three directions, churning up the sparkling surface to a white foam. The party that left Carey'​s at 9 a m. were sitting ​dcun having lunch when we arrived, footsore ​aad weary. We once again had a quick lunch, having four miles to do in hours before the bus left. +Walkers done carry refrigerators,​ but there is no need to when they can take well-packaged,​ long-keeping,​ safely preserved vegetarian foods
-The walk to Barrington House from the bottom of the Corimr ​is all rain forest, and it presented a beautiful scene. On the side of the tracks many native orchids were observed clinging to tree trunks and moss-covered rocks. Barrington House soon loomed up out of the forest We all refreshed here and settled comfortably in the bus with a troup of boy scouts. I don't think they could quite make out what we were because we didn't have uniforms. + 
-The ride to Maitland was exceptionally pretty as undulating country goes. Looking back we could see the Barrington Tops silhouetted against the setting sun. We arrived at Maitland to clamber ​an to a train to Newcastle where, after a meal, we boarded a fast train to Sydney, all of us wondering when we would see the enchanting Barrington Tops again. +Ry-king crisp bread, Ry Vita, Krisp-o-Wheat and Wheat Flake biscuits - keep fresh on long trips. 
- 111.1.1MINIMOMMININI111111111M + 
-LONG WEEK-END ON TIE SHOALHAVEN+Cashews, almonds and raisins, brazil nuts, glace apricots and dried fruit sweets in handy 4 and 8 oz. cellophane packets. 
-Mmiolm1+ 
 +Nutmeat and Nutolene (tinned, safe-keeping meat substitutes). Also marmite and peanut butter. 
 + 
 +From... 
 + 
 +The Sanitarium Health Food Shop. 
 + 
 +13 Hunter Street, Sydney. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Long Weekend On The Shoalhaven===== 
 - Dot Butler. - Dot Butler.
-There were 17 of-us and no leader they told me although Colin and Geof seemed to stand out in darker print than the rest, and we were to hire two or three cars to take us to the Endrick River for the holiday weekend. In the Club Roam on the preceding Wednesday night there was near panic when Colin announced he could only get one car. A fraatic ​last-minute ​charge ​of plans resulted in the location being altered to a more accessible place - Cedar Flat on the Shoal- haven, seven of us electing to go by car While the remaining ten would hitch to Marulan where they would assemble at the pub. Here Colin would pick them up in batches and relay them to the ridge above Cedar Flat where we would all be camped for the Friday night, and thence proceed down to the river next morning for breakfast. + 
-As is usual in Colin'​s trips he arrived dead on time outside the Club Room at 6.30, despite traffic setbacks encountered on the way, and we set out for Route 31. It was a very natey sort of route - every so often we would pass people we knew, first Pat and Ian somewhere beyond Liverpool getting into a utility which had just pulled up for them. The occupants were four car salesmen returning from a +There were 17 of us and no leader they told mealthough Colin and Geof seemed to stand out in darker print than the rest, and we were to hire two or three cars to take us to the Endrick River for the holiday weekend. In the Club Roam on the preceding Wednesday night there was near panic when Colin announced he could only get one car. A frantic ​last-minute ​change ​of plans resulted in the location being altered to a more accessible place - Cedar Flat on the Shoalhaven, seven of us electing to go by car while the remaining ten would hitch to Marulan where they would assemble at the pub. Here Colin would pick them up in batches and relay them to the ridge above Cedar Flat where we would all be camped for the Friday night, and thence proceed down to the river next morning for breakfast. 
-TaH E SY DiYE)( 6U5 H wfiLKERs- + 
-Rivivw9L +As is usual in Colin'​s trips he arrived dead on time outside the Club Room at 6.30, despite traffic setbacks encountered on the way, and we set out for Route 31. It was a very matey sort of route - every so often we would pass people we knew, first Pat and Ian somewhere beyond Liverpool getting into a utility which had just pulled up for them. The occupants were four car salesmen returning from a successful deal, and they stopped at all the pubs to celebrate and insisted on shouting Pat and Ian on every occasion. Later they picked ​up two dead-beat young Air Force chaps who just fell into the back seat and collapsed on each other'​s shoulder and were asleep before they could tell the astounded ​driver where they wished to get out. ("Temporarily out of ardour", commented Colin.) 
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-successful deal, and they stopped at all the pubs to celebrate and insisted on shouting Pat and Ian on every occasion. Later they picker: ​up two dead-beat young Air Force chaps who just fell into the back seat and collapsed on each other'​s shoulder and were asleep before they could tell the astoundqd ​driver where they wished to get out. (Temporarily out of ardour, commented Colin.)+
 The next couple we sped past with much shouting and tooting and waving goodbye were Garth and Snow standing under a street light and thumbing valiantly. The next couple we sped past with much shouting and tooting and waving goodbye were Garth and Snow standing under a street light and thumbing valiantly.
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 Now a familiar vehicle looms ahead like a circus tent on wheels. How right you are! It's the Caloola Club's bus packed to capacity. A hearty exchange of conversation as we passed and repassed several times, then we lost them as they headed towards Canberra. Now a familiar vehicle looms ahead like a circus tent on wheels. How right you are! It's the Caloola Club's bus packed to capacity. A hearty exchange of conversation as we passed and repassed several times, then we lost them as they headed towards Canberra.
-Our vocal efforts were by this time in full swing and we sped along making as much din as the town brass band, and quite as musical We went through everyone'​s repertoire, with special emphasis on "Old Paint''​. This ditty is now so soaked into the old DodgO'supholstery ​that no amount of scrubbing will ever get it aut. A persistent smell of burning, accompanied by swathes of White smoke clinging around our chassis like Gypsie Rose Lee's diaphanous veils around hers, brought us to an eventual halt to discover that the radiator had boiled dry. We filled her 1110 from a roadside pond full of frogs and proceeded, aware now that the sign on the windscreen ​FILL RADIATOR DAILY meant exactly what it said. + 
-We reached Marulan to find Ken Angel and Dawn already there. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing on the dark unfamiliar roads by the limestone quarries we piled out at a likely camp spot and back went the car to pick up the hitchers. Two trips netted six bods, but of the other four there was no sign so we gave them up till morning. We had lit a fire to direct Colin back to our camp spot. This gave Dave the idea - an his arrival about 2 a m. - that he would boil a billy and make some tea, but as there was no water the idea fell flat. "Just quietly, I'm hungry",​ announced our ever-starving Snow i/ his plaintive voice. The sleeping camp stirred restlessly in mute disapproval. ​'Well be hungry",​ said Colin, "​--- ​just quietly!" Snow took the reproof to heart and we heard no more talk. +Our vocal efforts were by this time in full swing and we sped along making as much din as the town brass band, and quite as musicalWe went through everyone'​s repertoire, with special emphasis on "Old Paint". This ditty is now so soaked into the old Dodge's upholstery ​that no amount of scrubbing will ever get it out. A persistent smell of burning, accompanied by swathes of white smoke clinging around our chassis like Gypsie Rose Lee's diaphanous veils around hers, brought us to an eventual halt to discover that the radiator had boiled dry. We filled her up from a roadside pond full of frogs and proceeded, aware now that the sign on the windscreen ​__fill radiator daily__ ​meant exactly what it said. 
-Daylight revealed the fact that we were bedded down among a miscellany of rusty tins with red-backed spiders webbing in their dim recesses. "If there'​s a town rubbish dump you can trust the Bush- walkers ​to find it!" No breakfast till we hit the river, so while people packed up, back went the car to collect any further stragglersbut 7 a m. revealed no more bods. Actually we passed Dick Hoffman and his mirror-image Bob both going and coming. They were in the local cemetery sharing the sacred ground with those Who had drunk their cup a round or two before. Our two worthies were also dead to all effects till after 8 a m. and so didn't see our car pass, and the spotter in the car was unable to mahe any distinction between ​Who was what in the serried ranks of death. Don and Neil also were wiped off as a dead loss; as a matter of fact they didn't make Marulan till mid-day, so went on to Young (via Prune Vale!) for the weekend. + 
-9. +We reached Marulan to find Ken Angel and Dawn already there. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing on the dark unfamiliar roads by the limestone quarries we piled out at a likely camp spot and back went the car to pick up the hitchers. Two trips netted six bods, but of the other four there was no sign so we gave them up till morning. We had lit a fire to direct Colin back to our camp spot. This gave Dave the idea - on his arrival about 2 a.m. - that he would boil a billy and make some tea, but as there was no water the idea fell flat. "Just quietly, I'm hungry",​ announced our ever-starving Snow in his plaintive voice. The sleeping camp stirred restlessly in mute disapproval. ​"Well __be__ ​hungry",​ said Colin, "​--- ​__just quietly__!" Snow took the reproof to heart and we heard no more talk. 
-We locked the car and left her standing and all headed off for the ridge leading to Cedar Flat. On our second wrong ridge Snow was informed he had left his climbing rope back at the car. While he wen' ​to retrieve it we selected a third ridge Which proved to be IT. Snow rejoined us and we didn't take more than half an hour to scoot down tc the river, and then breakfast. By 10 a m. we were ready to go placesWas it to be the Block-up, 6 miles each way, i e. 12 miles? Or was it to be Bungonia Gorge, 4 or 5 miles return? The vote was cast in favour of the Block-up so off we set without packs - never mind about lunch, we've just had breakfast! We walked a hundred, maybe two hundred, yards to the bank of the river. What a mighty place for + 
-a swim! What a bon-pool! What an utterly magnificent set-up to +Daylight revealed the fact that we were bedded down among a miscellany of rusty tins with red-backed spiders webbing in their dim recesses. "If there'​s a town rubbish dump you can trust the Bushwalkers ​to find it!" No breakfast till we hit the river, so while people packed up, back went the car to collect any further stragglersbut 7 a.m. revealed no more bods. Actually we passed Dick Hoffman and his mirror-image Bob both going and coming. They were in the local cemetery sharing the sacred ground with those who had drunk their cup a round or two before. Our two worthies were also dead to all effects till after 8 a.m. and so didn't see our car pass, and the spotter in the car was unable to make any distinction between ​who was what in the serried ranks of death. Don and Neil also were wiped off as a dead loss; as a matter of fact they didn't make Marulan till mid-day, so went on to Young (via Prune Vale!) for the weekend. 
-sabotage the proposed hot dry walk! Needless to say we got no further. On with the makeshift swim costumes and ah for a wonderful morning swimming and sunbaking on the sand.+ 
 +We locked the car and left her standing and all headed off for the ridge leading to Cedar Flat. On our second wrong ridge Snow was informed he had left his climbing rope back at the car. While he went to retrieve it we selected a third ridge which proved to be IT. Snow rejoined us and we didn't take more than half an hour to scoot down to the river, and then breakfast. By 10 a.m. we were ready to go placesWas it to be the Block-up, 6 miles each way, i.e. 12 miles? Or was it to be Bungonia Gorge, 4 or 5 miles return? The vote was cast in favour of the Block-up so off we set without packs - never mind about lunch, we've just had breakfast! We walked a hundred, maybe two hundred, yards to the bank of the river. What a mighty place for a swim! What a bon-pool! What an utterly magnificent set-up to sabotage the proposed hot dry walk! Needless to say we got no further. On with the makeshift swim costumes and ah for a wonderful morning swimming and sunbaking on the sand. 
 Garth wanted a raft. The three engineers discussed the project but in the absence of a crosscut or axe his hopes looked like being blighted. However Garth had begun to feel that a raft was essential. While the rest of us sunbaked on a high rock he could be seen on the far bank pushing over and dragging a couple of dead trees into the river. Things began to look promising so in goes Putt, splash! to give assistance. They rowed them up river and worked off quite a lot of surplus energy. Garth wanted a raft. The three engineers discussed the project but in the absence of a crosscut or axe his hopes looked like being blighted. However Garth had begun to feel that a raft was essential. While the rest of us sunbaked on a high rock he could be seen on the far bank pushing over and dragging a couple of dead trees into the river. Things began to look promising so in goes Putt, splash! to give assistance. They rowed them up river and worked off quite a lot of surplus energy.
-After lunch, feeling that the S.B.W. is primarily a walking club, we all set out to Bungonia Gorge. We had much fun boulder hopping and scrambling over the huge chunks of limestone, and a + 
-IF YOU ARE GOING PLACES CONTACT +After lunch, feeling that the S.B.W. is primarily a walking club, we all set out to Bungonia Gorge. We had much fun boulder hopping and scrambling over the huge chunks of limestone, and a tentative climb up part of the side walls. There was a small hole about 15 feet up a sheer wall which could have been an entrance to a cave, so employing the same tactics as the Tigers used on the first ascent of Carlon'​s Head, to wit, a pyramid of bodies 3 layers high up which the climber scrambles to reach the objective, we managed to get one lightweight bod up to the hole. Ian, being top man, was then given an ankle to hold and hauled up too. The support structure now thought it was time to relieve the strain on sunburnt shoulders so dismantled itself, leaving ​us stranded in this hole in the wall while they threatened to walk off. The milk of human kindness, however, ​had not completely dried up and they reformed the scaffolding ​and allowed us to slide down. Then back to camp, on the way discovering that Geof had sprained an ankle which caused a bad limp and a sad slowing down of his native friskiness. 
-SCENIC MOTOR TOURS, + 
---NriTur7-77=- +After tea we all foregathered around a beautiful campfire. Pat and Ian were the last to arrive, bearing a large billy of fruit punch concocted by master hands and liberally laced with rum, also a huge fruit cake. Amazed at such liberality at a S.B.W. camp, we were about to put it down to just another delightful trait of these charming New Zealanders, when Ian said, "Oh, by the way, Pat and I have become engaged and this is to celebrate the announcement". Did we celebrate with enthusiasm! There followed an evening of song and Maori haka, hesitant performers being urged to jog their memories by taking a swig from the rum bottle. This worked every time. 
-KATOOMBA. + 
-DAILY TOURS BY PARLOR COACH TO THE WORLD FAMOUS JENOLAN CAVES AND ALL BLUE MOUNTAIN SIGHTS. +It was a glorious starry night, and despite pitched tents nearly everyone slept out under the sky. Not Dave though. He had knocked over the rum bottle in the tent and spilt half the contents on the ground. He retired to his rum-soaked couch and slept solidly in an atmosphere of alcohol fumes, regaling us in the morning with some talk about being an Antarctic petrel which vomits at anyone who approaches too close. 
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-FOR ALL INFORMATION +While preparing breakfast we were initiated into a prime New Zealand lurk for halting the rot in meat. You take your meat, which is beginning to suffer from B.O., and dip it in boiling water for a few minutes, and then rush it down and cool it rapidly in the river. Repeat every couple of days; this way it will keep for months. (All
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-tentative climb up part of the side walls. There was a small hole about 15 feet up a sheer wall which could have been an entrance to a cave, so employing the sane tactics as the Tigers used on the first +
-ascent of Carlon'​s Head, to wit, a pyramid of bodies 3 layers high up which the climber scrambles to reach the objective, we managed to get one lightweight bod up to the hole. Ian, being top man, was then given an ankle to hold and hauled up too. The support structure now thought it was time to relieve the strain on sunburnt shoulders so dismantled itself, leaving ​US stranded in this hole in the wall While they threatened to walk off. The milk of human kindness, however, ​hac not completely dried up and they reformed the scaffolding ​ald allowed us to slide down. Then back to camp, an the way discovering that Geof had sprained an ankle which caused a bad limp and a sad slowing down of his native friskiness. +
-After tea we all foregathered around a beautiful campfire. Pat and Ian were the last to arrive, bearing a large billy of fruit punch concocted by master hands and liberally laced with rum, also a huge fruit cake. Amazed at such liberality at a S.B.W. camp, we were aboui, +
-to put it down to just another delightful trait of these charming New Zealanders, when Ian said, Oh, by the way, Pat and I have become engaged and this is to celebrate the announcement'. Did we celebrate with enthusiasm! There followed an evening of song and Maori haka, hesitant performers being urged to jog their memories by taking a swic from the rum bottle. This worked every time. +
-It was a glorious starry night, and despite pitched tents nearly everyone slept out under the sky. Not Dave though. He had knocked +
-over the rum bottle in the tent and spilt half the contents on the +
-ground. He retired to his rum-soaked couch and slept solidly in an atmosphere of alcohol fumes, regaling us in the morning with some +
-talk about being an Antarctic petrel which vomits at anyone who approaches too close. +
-While preparing breakfast we were initiated into a prime New +
-Zealand lurk for halting the rot in meat. You take your meat, which is beginning to suffer from B.O., and dip it in boiling water for a few minutes, and then rush it down and cool it rapidly in the river. Repeat every couple of days; this way it will keep for months. (All+
 right! All right! Don't believe me; try it yourself!) right! All right! Don't believe me; try it yourself!)
-Tcday was to be spent caveing. Taking lunch, torches and-rope we rock-hopped up the Gorge once again, then via a side creek to the Loo-z a out. In the semi-civilized ​shanbles ​of an "​improved"​ beauty spot we found a bushwalker tent, erected (you'​re right again!) in the middle of a heap of rusty tins. In possession were two bearded gentlemen who when we had penetrated their disguises, were revealed as Hoffo and Bob They had resurrected themselves the previous morning, walked out from their cemetery straight across country a sad mistake - and had not yet recovered. They had located several of the caves shown on the map and led us off to see them. A depression in the ground with an 10 crack in it caused whoops of delight - they had stumbled across a new sink-hole. It smelt like  it smelt like,. Have you ever + 
-smelt a dirty sardine tin Which has been putrefying on a beach in th.-; hot summer sun? Have you ever smelt cattle at the slaughter yard, drooling at the mouth and rolling their eyes upward to where death +Today was to be spent caveing. Taking lunch, torches and rope we rock-hopped up the Gorge once again, then via a side creek to the Lookout. In the semi-civilized ​shambles ​of an "​improved"​ beauty spot we found a bushwalker tent, erected (you'​re right again!) in the middle of a heap of rusty tins. In possession were two bearded gentlemen who when we had penetrated their disguises, were revealed as Hoffo and BobThey had resurrected themselves the previous morning, walked out from their cemetery straight across country ​a sad mistake - and had not yet recovered. They had located several of the caves shown on the map and led us off to see them. A depression in the ground with an 18" ​crack in it caused whoops of delight - they had stumbled across a new sink-hole. It smelt like... it smelt like... Have you ever smelt a dirty sardine tin which has been putrefying on a beach in the hot summer sun? Have you ever smelt cattle at the slaughter yard, drooling at the mouth and rolling their eyes upward to where death lurks, just between the horns? Have you ever smelt - well, never mind - Hoffo said it was the carbide. To me it smelt like fear. 
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-You press the button, we'll do the rest t +We will now, health, danger, public ordinances and other circumstances notwithstanding,​ take you an a tour of this stink hole (sorry - sink hole!). Outside the sunlight dreamed atop the craggy slopes, the hillsides rang with birdsong, there was a faint whisper of leaf on leaf and the scent of eucalyptus drifted tantalisingly on the hot dry air as we crammed our ten troglodyte ​selves ​through the entrance and with the aid of fixed ropes, torches, acetylene lamps and Grace'​s enthusiasm began our perilous descent into the dank carcase of the earth. To those of us waiting our turn to descend, snatches of conversation ​came whispering eerily up from the void "​We'​ll need a rope - someone pass down a rope - mind my lamp - do you think it'll go?" Tense minutes pass. From about two galleries down the cultured voice of Ian floats up, "I say Grace old girl, don't cone down yet - I'm in a devil of an awkward position just here!" One last look at the sunlight and at Don and Tine who have no pride and are not coming in, then I wriggle after Snow's disappearing rear, rather wishing I had a torch. 
-lurks, just between the horns? Have Tou ever smelt - well, never mind - Hoffo said it was the carbide. To ne it smelt like fear. + 
-We will now, health, danger, public ordinances and other circumstances notwithstanding,​ take you an a tour of this stink hole (sorry - sink hole!). Outside the sunlight dreamed atop the craggy slopes, the hillsides rang with birdsong, there was a faint 'whisper +Colin had told us of testers at I.C.I. ​chemical works who crawl into the boilers through a narrow squeeze hole so that they may bang on the inside with an iron hammer and listen to the WHANG. Sometimes panic sets in and they are unable to get out. The technique then is to urge them to divest themselves of their clothes, ​what time you play a jet of cold water on them from a hose telling them it will shrink them sufficiently to enable them to squeeze out again. When they are sufficiently uncomfortable they come to accept as truth this asinine piece of reasoning and squeeze out again. But how, I ask youis one to carry out such a procedure in a cave? The only thing is not to be behind a big bloke who is likely to get stuck. But if you're in front of him going, you're behind him on the return, so where does it get you? Oh well... press on, regardless! 
-of leaf on leaf and the scent of eucalyptus drifted tantalisingly on the hot dry air as we crammed our ten troglodyte ​elves through the entrance and with the aid of fixed ropes, torches, acetylene lamps and Grace'​s enthusiasm began our perilous descent into the dank carcase of the earth. To those of us waiting our turn to descend, snatches of conversation ​cane whispering eerily up from the void "​We'​ll need a rope - someone pass down a rope - mind my la= - + 
-do you think it'll go?" Tense minutes pass. From about two galleries down the cultured voice of Ian floats up, "I say Grace old girl, don't cone down yet_ - I'm in a devil of an awkward position just here!" Onelast look at the sunlight and at Don and Tine who have no pride and are not coming in, then I wriggle after Snow's disappearing rear, rather wishing I had a torch. +About a hundred feet down in the pitch darkness we encountered (guess what?) blowflies!!! These polyphiloprogenitives,​ which feast upon putrefaction,​ what did they have down below to make them buzz so contentedly?​ (On second thoughts, don't tell me!) 
-12. + 
-Colin had told us of testers at chemical works Who crawl into the boilers through a narrow squeeze hole so that they may bang on the inside with an iron hammer and listen to the WHANG. Sometimes panic sets in and they are unable to get out. The technique then is to urge them to divest themselves of their clothes, ​What time +After several hours, when we had used up all the 250 ft. of rope and wriggled through a narrow sewer for some 50 ft., it seemed to be time to retrace our footsteps. Half the party has disappeared on its way back and I would like to be with them, but Dave has found a string leading off into the void. Should one try to catch up with the others, or should one follow Dave? Dave has the torch, I'll stick with him. Grace and some other unidentified person is also with us. We wriggle for 30 ft. across a low-roofed cavern which eventually offers a neat black hole in the floor. Down this I prepare to go and get half way down a well without much in the way of foot or handholdsSuddenly the light swings away - Dave has gone to see what the others are up to. Dense pitch blackness washes ​over everything. A wail from the darkness "Snow, where'​s the light!"​ Then authoritatively,​ trying to still the quaver in the voice: "DAVE! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT LIGHT!"​ Dave returns wearing a faint grin. "​What'​s up, Dotty?"​ he says. Eventually we get out. Ah, the miracle of sunlight. And isn't fresh air wonderful stuff. Caves! Ugh! 
-you play a jet of cold water on them from a hose telling them it will shrink them sufficiently to enable them to squeeze out again. When they are sufficiently uncomfortable they come to accept as'truth this asinine piece of reasoning and squeeze out again. But haw, I ask you is one to carry out such a procedure in a cave? The only thing is + 
-not to be behind a big bloke who is likely to get stuck. But if you're in front of him going, you're behind him on the return, so Where does it get you? Oh well .. Press on, regardless! +In the remaining daylight we dropped ​down the hot dry ridge to the river and so back to camp. A swim, followed by a meal of the deodorized steak and a gathering by the camp fire till 10 p.m., and then sleep. Kookaburras,​ whip birds and lyre birds woke us early next morning and the camp was soon astirWe hung a rope from a high branch of a red cedar tree and Colin and Garth demonstrated the intricacies of Prussic slings, used by mountaineers to get themselves out of crevasses they have fallen in - if they'​re very lucky. The boys then warmed up with field sports - shot putt, caber toss, discus hurling and so on. Tine and Don were meanwhile settling a little domestic difference. The devout couple was or were chasing each his better half round the blackthorn bushes with a full water bucket. Why did Geof barge in? He was sorry the moment he'd done it as he collected the contents of a water bucket over his head, followed at rapid intervals by the carbide waste from Snow's caveing lamp, somebody'​s coffee grounds, and the scrapings ​from someone else's porridge billy. "Now, hold it a minute",​ said Snow. "I want a photo of that. Someone be ready with a billy of water to throw in his face just as I snap it. That was fine. Thanks Geof, old man. Now what about going away for a swim - you stink!
-About a hundred feet down in the pitch darkness we encountered (guess what?) blowflies!!! These polyphiloprogenitives,​ which feast upon putrefaction,​ what did they have down below to make them buzz SQ contentedly?​ (On second thoughts, don't tell me!) + 
-After several hours, when we had used up all the 250 ft. of rope and wriggled through a narrow sewer for some 50 ft., it seemed to be time to retrace our footsteps. Half the party has disappeared on its way back and I would like to be with them, but Dave has found a string leading off into the void. Should one try to catch up with the others, or should one follow Dave? Dave has the torch, I'll stick with him. Grace and some other unidentified person is also with us. We wriggle for 30 ft. across a low-roofed cavern which eventually offers a neat black hole in the floor. Down this I prepare to go and get half way down a well without much in the way of foot or handholds +A swim, did someone say? That'​s ​a great thoughtand soon we were all down an the far bank. We brought a rope over, and selecting a likely-looking dead tree overhanging the river we kicked off all the surplus dead branches and made a swing. All the morning was spent on this. We tried it forwards, backwards and sideways, right way up and upside down, and in a wide circular sweep, terminating each swing with a crash into the water. When all the solo tricks ​were exhausted ​someone thought up doublers. This naturally made us think of the engaged couples, so Pat and Ian were urged into position both holding on to the stick, and launched into the deep. It was a mighty performance. Next it was Tine and Don's turn, but Tine refused to be bullied ​so we made do with the two heavyweights,​ Colin and Garth. Over the sand they came at a gallop - Colin, 18 hands high, 200 lbs. paddock weight, the Pride of the Pampas, with Garth on his back as it were. The swing'​s full momentum carried them well out over the river, ​and letting go simultaneously they plummeted towards the aqua, Garth crashing in no uncertain manner ​on Colin'​s sunburnt back. The party on the sand roared ​its appreciation. Ian was convulsed with laughter. "That was priceless",​ he gasped, "now I've seen everything!" "By no means",​ said Colin. "You never made a greater mistake, excuse yourself. That is the least of my injuries. Wait till I come out." ​And sure enough, as Colin emerged Ian realised that he hadn't till now seen everything - Garth had neatly sheared off the whole seat of Colin'​s pants. A careful exit from the water, the wrapping of a wide multi-coloured scarf as a lap-lap, and modesty was served. 
-Suddenly the light swings away - Dave has gone to see what the otherare ​up to. Dense pitch blackness washes ​aver everything. A wail fro:: + 
-the darkness "Snow, where'​s the light!"​ Then authoritatively,​ trying to still the quaver in the voice: "DAVE: CCNE BACK HERE WITH THAT LIGHT!"​ Dave returns wearing a faint grin. "​What'​s up, Dotty?"​ he says. Eventually we get out. Ah, the miracle of sunlight. And isn't fresh air wonderful stuff. Caves! Ugh! +When hunger called we returned for lunch, then packed up and departed up the ridge carrying a couple of full water-buckets for the car. Colin drove the hitchers out to the road while the others walked on, then picked up the final load and so back along Route 31 in a steady stream of traffic. Later this thinned out so we could speed along singing, lights gleaming along the road, dark trees etched against the sky flitting past, and our thoughts dwelling ​softly ​on yet mother holiday of happy companionship and laughter. 
-In the remaining daylight we dropted ​down the hot dry ridge to the river and so back to camp. A swim, followed by a meal of the deodorized steak and a gathering by the camp fire till 10 p m., and then sleep. Kookaburras,​ whip birds and lyre birds woke us early next morning and the camp was soon astir  We hung a rope from a high branch of a red cedar tree and Colin and Garth demonstrated the intricacies of Prussic slings, used by mountaineers to get themselves out of crevasses they have fallen in - if they'​re very lucky. The boys then warmed up with field sports - shot putt, caber toss, discus hurling and so on. Tine and Don were meanwhile settling a little domestic difference. The devout couple was or were chasing each his better half round the blackthorn bushes with a full water bucket. Why did Geof barge in.? He was sorry the moment he'd done it as he collected the contents of a water bucket over his head, followed at rapid intervals by the carbide waste from Snow's caveing lamp, somebody-'s coffee grounds, and the scrapings ​from_ someone else's porridge billy. "Now, hold it a minute",​ said Snow. "I want a photo of that. Someone be ready with a billy of water to throw in his face just as I snap it. That was fine. Thanks Geof, old man. Now what about going away for a swim - you stinks+ 
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-A swim, did someone say? Thatte ​a great thoughtand soon we were all down an the far bank. We brought a rope over, and selecting a likely-looking dead tree overhanging the river we kicked off all the surplus dead branches and made a swing. All the morning was spent on this. We tried it forwards, backwards and sideways, right way up and upside down, and in a wide circular sweep, terminating each swing with acrash into the water. When all the solo trioks ​were eXhausted ​someone thought up doublers. This naturally made us think of the engaged couples, so Pat and Ian were urged into position both holding on to the stick, and launched into the deep. It was a mighty performance. Next it was Tine and Don's turn, but Tine refused to be bulliec. ​so we made do with the two heavyweights,​ Colin and Garth. Over the sand they came at a gallop - Colin, 18 hands high, 200 lbs. paddock weight, the Pride of the Pampas, with Garth on his back as it were. The swing'​s full momentum carried them well out over the river, ​clad letting go simultaneously they plummeted towards the aqua, Garth crashing in no uncertain manner ​an Colin'​s sunburnt back. The party on the sand roard its appreciation. Ian was convulsed with laughter. "That was priceless",​ he gasped, "now I've seen everything:" "By no means",​ said Colin. "You never made a greater mistake, excuse yourself. That is the least of my injuries. Wait till I come out.' ​And sure enough, as Colin emerged Ian realised that he hadn't till now seen everything - Garth had neatly sheared off the whole seat of Colin'​s pants. A careful exit from the water, the wrapping of a wide multi-coloured scarf as a lap-lap, and modesty was served. + 
-When hunger called we returned for lunch, then packed up and departed up the ridge carrying a couple of full water-buckets for the car. Colin drove the hitchers out to the road while the others walked on, then picked up the final load and so back along Route 31 in a steady stream of traffic. Later this thinned out so we '​toad ​speed along singing, lights gleaming along the road, dark trees +=== The Sydney Bushwalkers Annual Christmas Party=== 
-etched against the sky flitting past, and our thoughts dwelling ​soft17 ​on yet mother holiday of happy companionship and laughter. + 
-.em +Friday 10 December. R.S.L. Hall, Elizabeth St., Sydney. 
-FEDERATION NOTES _OCTOBER+ 
 +Dancing 8 12 midnightDress optional. 
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 +Tickets 15/-. All liquid refreshments available right prices. 
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 +Transport by coaches for parties of bushwalkers to Kanangra Walls, Ginkin or other suitable points by arrangement. 
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 + 
 +===== Federation Notes - October. ===== 
 - Allen A. Strom. - Allen A. Strom.
-BUSHFIRE ​ FIGHTING SQUAD FOR NATIONAL PAW: Five Clubs submitted + 
-thirty five names fo77717777177-777717esident ​of Federation has +=== Bushfire Fighting Squad for National Park=== 
-discussed arrangements with Mr. M.E. Messer, ​ChaLrman ​of The Bushfire Committee, and will hand on the names submitted to the Sutherland Shire Bushfire Brigade; it is contemplated that a Training School will now be organised. + 
-DO YOU WANT A  FEDERATION BALL T There is no Convener for the Social Committee. If you are interested in a Ball you may care to undertalTe ​the job of Convenor ​ or use your influence to persuade one of your friends. +Five Clubs submitted thirty five names for this Squad. The President ​of Federation has 
-FEDERATION REEMION: This will continue to take place on the Second +discussed arrangements with Mr. M.E. Messer, ​Chairman ​of The Bushfire Committee, and will hand on the names submitted to the Sutherland Shire Bushfire Brigade; it is contemplated that a Training School will now be organised. 
-Weekend-7727ZETterclub Secretaries will be informed that the Federation requests no liquor to be consumed at the Reunion and that + 
-14. +=== Do You want a Federation Ball? === 
-offenders may be asked to leave the campsite. + 
-SEARCH AND RESCUE SECTION SECRETARY: Mr. Peter Cameron of the 7777-77-7777d ​to 717-5777757+There is no Convener for the Social Committee. If you are interested in a Ball you may care to undertake ​the job of Convenor... or use your influence to persuade one of your friends. 
-FRAZER PARK. The Lands Department will advise the Trustees (Wyong ​sE777771=1) that no new quarry should be opened ​WO.,+ 
 +=== Federation Reunion=== 
 + 
 +This will continue to take place on the Second Weekend ​Before EasterClub Secretaries will be informed that the Federation requests no liquor to be consumed at the Reunion and that offenders may be asked to leave the campsite. 
 + 
 +=== Search and Rescue Secretary=== 
 + 
 +Mr. Peter Cameron of the C.M.W. was elected ​to this position
 + 
 +=== Frazer Park=== 
 + 
 +The Lands Department will advise the Trustees (Wyong ​Shire Council) that no new quarry should be opened ​up. 
 The October Meeting of the Fauna Protection Panel agreed to recommend to the Minister that 30,000 acres of Crown Land in the Nadgee Area should be dedicated a Faunal Reserve. The October Meeting of the Fauna Protection Panel agreed to recommend to the Minister that 30,000 acres of Crown Land in the Nadgee Area should be dedicated a Faunal Reserve.
-PROTECTION ​ AND PREBBRVATION OF ABORIGINAL RELICS: There has recently ​E757reFeTed acTIVIE7-7771777-1707717717n enaMd on this matter. It is proposed that a Panel should be set IVO to administer ​theAct+ 
-BUNGONIA GORGE: A recent visit to the area has shown that mining ​ECTY7rErg7 ​have moVed no closer to the Gorge proper. A letter has been sent to the Trust of the Bungonia Caves asking ​Whether ​they are Prepared ​to make approaches to the Departmentof Mines. Overtures have also been made to the Commonwealth Tourist Authorities. +=== Protection and Preservation of Aboriginal Relics=== 
-BARRINGTON: An interim report concerning a National Park in the area 777-7717Feceived ​from the Northern Parks and Playgrounds Movement. It is also known that a Forestry Officer working under a UNESCO Grant has recently completed a survey of the Tops. + 
-wonmmerses.....Matarogyiwirompass.. +There has recently ​been renewed activity to have legislation enacted ​on this matter. It is proposed that a Panel should be set up to administer ​the Act
-THE ADMIRALtS MADCAP MARATHON ​1954 STYLE.+ 
 +=== Bungonia Gorge=== 
 + 
 +A recent visit to the area has shown that mining ​activities ​have moved no closer to the Gorge proper. A letter has been sent to the Trust of the Bungonia Caves asking ​whether ​they are prepared ​to make approaches to the Department of Mines. Overtures have also been made to the Commonwealth Tourist Authorities. 
 + 
 +=== Barrington=== 
 + 
 +An interim report concerning a National Park in the area has been received ​from the Northern Parks and Playgrounds Movement. It is also known that a Forestry Officer working under a UNESCO Grant has recently completed a survey of the Tops. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== The Admiral'​s Madcap Marathon, ​1954 Style===== 
 - Frank Rigby. - Frank Rigby.
-You've probably been on one of the Admiral'​s trips - you know, the type that always manages to begin in utter confusion. Well, the Kanangra Walls - Cloudmaker Tiwilla Katoomba two-day madcap marathon was no exception. For instance, who cares if the "​organised"​ transport to the Walls has gone astray somewhere and taxis are as scarce as hen's teeth? Apparently not the Admiral. "I was only kidding about this tiger trip, anyway"​ he says. + 
-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 ​in our plight. The Admiral paces up and down the bridge outside wearing his famous vacant expression, while Yours Truly, with definite ​'White Ant tendencies, squats in the gutter dreaming of a blissful, loafing weekend down at Blue Gum. The blower-operators have closed down amid oaths and curses - fortunately they have in their mad quest. Aha, all is now lost - we are resigned to a spine-bashing destiny. But wait! Fate has thwarted me once again - the wretched coach has just rolled up and the Admiral has pounced on its driver. Alas, it is Kanangra or bust nou, and so we press on regardless. ​That does it matter if you have to push the lazy vehical ​up the Porcupine? Why should you complain if you don't finally bag +You've probably been on one of the Admiral'​s trips - you know, the type that always manages to begin in utter confusion. Well, the Kanangra Walls - Cloudmaker ​Tiwilla ​Katoomba two-day madcap marathon was no exception. For instance, who cares if the "​organised"​ transport to the Walls has gone astray somewhere and taxis are as scarce as hen's teeth? Apparently not the Admiral. "I was only kidding about this tiger trip, anyway"​ he says. 
-15. + 
-clown until 2 a m., are hauled out again at 5, aid haven'​t slept in the interim because of hard planks and mopokes? The answers are unprintable. +Picture the post office scene at Blackheath at 11 p.m. on that dark, chilly Friday night. Two undaunted stalwarts are on the blower, ​trying desperately to interest the reluctant taxi fraternity of Katoomba ​in our plight. The Admiral paces up and down the bridge outside wearing his famous vacant expression, while Yours Truly, with definite White Ant tendencies, squats in the gutter dreaming of a blissful, loafing weekend down at Blue Gum. The blower-operators have closed down amid oaths and curses - fortunately they have failed ​in their mad quest. Aha, all is now lost - we are resigned to a spine-bashing destiny. But wait! Fate has thwarted me once again - the wretched coach has just rolled up and the Admiral has pounced on its driver. Alas, it is Kanangra or bust now, and so we press on regardless. ​What does it matter if you have to push the lazy vehicle ​up the Porcupine? Why should you complain if you don't finally bag down until 2 a.m., are hauled out again at 5, and haven'​t slept in the interim because of hard planks and mopokes? The answers are unprintable. 
-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 ​of + 
-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,​ long-stroke leader, with whip as yet cunningly concealed, led the way, closely followed by Jim Hooper with new movie camera straining at the leash, trying to be compatible with Odin Putt who was flinging pointed curses at the wicked disease of photography which, according to Colin, seems to have stricken so many of our walkers with creeping paralysis. That man of stamina, Arne Jotsson, strode out with an enviable confidence reminiscent of those rare walkers who possess seemingly ​bottoMless ​pits brimming over with encrgy. Next cane prospective Ted Smith, showing admirable courage in taokling ​this trip, only his second with the Club, and then Yours TruLy; ​alternating between suspicious glances at the mighty ​Cloudmakc: aheua, and wistful daydreams of the tranquility and inertia of weekenda ​spent at Blue Gum Forest or Euroka. A tried and tested tail comTrised ​our pair fresh from New Zealand, lone femme Betty Swain, and try-anything-once Pete Stitt. All in all a mixed bag, I felt, but a bag from which some strange apparitions would inevitably appear, Hcw prophetic and how true! +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 ​of 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,​ long-stroke leader, with whip as yet cunningly concealed, led the way, closely followed by Jim Hooper with new movie camera straining at the leash, trying to be compatible with Colin Putt who was flinging pointed curses at the wicked disease of photography which, according to Colin, seems to have stricken so many of our walkers with creeping paralysis. That man of stamina, Arne Jonsson, strode out with an enviable confidence reminiscent of those rare walkers who possess seemingly ​bottomless ​pits brimming over with energy. Next came prospective Ted Smith, showing admirable courage in tackling ​this trip, only his second with the Club, and then Yours Truly, ​alternating between suspicious glances at the mighty ​Cloudmaker ahead, and wistful daydreams of the tranquility and inertia of weekends ​spent at Blue Gum Forest or Euroka. A tried and tested tail comprised ​our pair fresh from New Zealand, lone femme Betty Swain, and try-anything-once Pete Stitt. All in all a mixed bag, I felt, but a bag from which some strange apparitions would inevitably appear. How prophetic and how true! 
-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'​s Walls, where our first rest of "two minutes only, you peasants" ​fortuna tely degenerated into a qua2ter-hour Photographic ​ramble. From then on, though, the whip was alwfys ​handy, and potential white-antism was invariably nipped in the bud. This was serious business, I guessed, as the Admiral'​s face began to assume that strained expression of pseudo-responsibility only he can conjure. Up the High, over the High and Mighty, and then the Mighty - and what high and mighty panoramas were opening up on +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'​s Walls, where our first rest of "two minutes only, you peasants" ​fortunately ​degenerated into a quarter-hour photographic ​ramble. From then on, though, the whip was always ​handy, and potential white-antism was invariably nipped in the bud. This was serious business, I guessed, as the Admiral'​s face began to assume that strained expression of pseudo-responsibility only he can conjure. Up the High, over the High and Mighty, and then the Mighty - and what high and mighty panoramas were opening up on every side. The view back along the massive Kanangra Deep was particularly ​impressive. Ahead and above reared the Cloudmaker ​massif, and one by one we stormed and won its lesser bastions of Rip, Rack, Roar and Rumble, until at last the summit itself was ours just as the noonday hour approached. I must admit that the summit of Cloudmaker ​is somewhat ​uninspiring. After such a struggle, one might expect to be rewarded with, at the least, a view. However, it's one of those mountains that are undoubtedly good for the prestige. Looming up like a giant as it does from all horizons, to have traversed the mighty 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 lunch item, the so-and-so biscuits, had been completely omitted from the Admiral'​s food party lists. We are beginning to see the reason behind Brian'​s light-weight fanaticism - it's apparently because he can't help it. 
-ever7 side. The view back along the massive Kanangra Deep was partice + 
-uly impressive. Ahead and above reared the Claudmaker ​massif, and +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,​ open, easy-going ​ridge; besides, extra good time can be made on this section owing to the absence of kodachromatic material. 
-olie Iv one we stormed and won its lesser bastions of Rip, Rack, Roar + 
-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 "​Leader"​ is relegated to the rearguard? ​Let me tell you. "Wait for us down at the Tiwilla Creek junction" ​warns our tiring Chieftain; and did that advance guard wait? Like merry hell they didCooee contact was eventually established and it appeared the erring ones had found a haven some half-mile upstream. ​"​I'​ll show 'em who's bossing this outfit"​ and flinging down pack, our gallant crusader, with features contorted like those of a mad bull, pranced off in the best admiral'​s tradition to do battle with the renegades. What ensued we can only guess at, but, judging by our Leader'​s browbeaten, faltering return some fifteen minutes later, we knew that he had met his Waterloo. "After all, they had the tents half up and a couple of fires going. That __could__ ​I do?" he wailed. The fact that the advance guard had hit upon an infinitely superior campsite to the Junction was, of course, merely incidental and insignificant in the Admiral'​s scheme of things. 
-somewItt ​uninspiring. After such a struggle, one might expect to ,be rewarded with, at the least, a view. However, it's one of those mountains that are undoubtedly good for the prestige. Looming up lih + 
-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'​s communal billy, set over a roaring fire. Despite all the laws of science, the result is invariably a feast of both quality and quantity, 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'​s grim forecast of a 6.30 start on the morrow failed to provoke the belligerent protests customary on more animated occasions. 
-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? Noit 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. ​Ah yes, time there was a-plenty. And then it happenedThe Admiral'​s billy of rice, prepared at great effort and cost, was sitting out on the open prairie in perfect repose while its contents cooled for eating. What __could__ ​upset it? Why, nothing else save the Admiral'​s No.10 hoof! And where did the rice flow? Why, straight on top of the biggest meadow ​cake for miles around. And what was also inverted during the gourmet'​s prancing rageOf course it was the full billy of milk intended for covering the first course. Yes Jim, you __were__ ​right about the foreign flavour in your breakfast that Sunday ​morning
-lunch item, the so-and-so biscuits, had been completely omitted from the Admiral'​s food party lists. We are beginning to see the reason behind Brian'​s light-weight fanaticism - it's apparently because he can't help it. + 
-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?​ I sure did, and I mean every inch of it, with 3,000 feet upwards thrown in for good measure. The first part 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 ​party with free bread, they were too tight even to purchase ​a surplus tin of sardines from me to bolster their meagre rations. ​"​Why ​should we pay", they chorused, "when we can take by force?"​ Such are the animal ​instincts ​developed on these tiger trips - keep well away from them. I hid my sardines in the farthest corner of my pack and kept my distance... 
-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,​ open, easygoing ​ridge; besides, extra good time can be made on this section owing to the absence of kodachromatic material. + 
-What happens when a party, nearing its evening campsite, splits into two equal factions and the "​Leader"​ is relegated to the rear uard Let inc tell you. "Wait for us down at the Tiwilla Creek junction warns our tiring Chieftain; and did that advance guard wait? Like merry hell they didCooee contact was eventually established and it appeared the erring ones had found a haven some half-nfle upstreamc ​"​I'​ll show 'em who's bossing this outfit"​ and flinging down pack, our gallant crusader, with features contorted like those of a mad bull, pranced off in the best admiral'​s tradition to do battle with the renegades. What ensued we can only guess at, but, judging by our Leader'​s browbeaten, faltering return some fifteen minutes later, we knew that he had met his Waterloo. "After all, they had the tents half up and a couple of fires going. That could I do?" he wailed. The fact that the advance guard had hit upoir7E-infinitely superior campsite to the Junction was, of course, merely incidental and insignificant in the Admiral'​s scheme of things. +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 Katoomba, 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 "​chuffas"​ like me. From Glenraphael ​Swamp to the Falls Kiosk our train was truly express. Had we stopped once, I am quite certain that we wouldn'​t have moved again that day. By collapsing into a taxi at the Falls Kiosk we managed to steal time for a most welcome meal. 
-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'​s communal billy, set over a + 
- 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'​s grim forecast of a 6.30 start on the morrow failed to provoke the belligerent protests customary on more animated occasions. +The hour had come when we must try desperately to somehow drive our tortured bodies to the station; and there followed such a circus ​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"​ effect at this stage of the marathon. 
-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. ​Ala yes, time there was a-plenty. And then it happenedThe Admiral'​s billy of rice, prepared at great effort and cost, was sitting out on the open prairie in perfect repose while its contents cooled for eating. What could upset it? Why, + 
-nothing else save the Admiral'​s No.10 hoof! And where did the rice flow? Why, straight on top of the biggest meadow ​calm for miles around,. And what was also inverted during the gourmet'​s prancing rage': ​Of course it was the fullbilly of milkintended for covering the first course. Yes Jim, you were right about the foreign flavour in your breakfast that Sunday ​=nig+Having fallen in a heap on the platform, the burning question then was whether ​our gallant Leader'​s ​minority group would have the physical reserve necessary to turn up in time for the train; and staunch warriors that they proved to be, that they did just in the nick of time. Suffering much the same effects as we, they had just had time to grab some cakes and biscuits to keep body and soul together. 
- + 
-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 T oay twenty-seven?​ I 'sure did,'and I mean every inch of it, with 3,000 feet upwards thrown in for good measure. The first part +Nor was the position much improved at Central Station. As we lurched our several ​ways I'm sure that most of us made ourselves a secret promise that our next outing would be, shall we say, more in the order of a nice, soft, instructional weekend or a Sunday cakewalk. We had come, seen, and been conquered, but had lived to tell the tale. Three cheers for the Admiral and his crew of sturdy henchmen! 
-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 ​Party with free bread, they were too tight even to pure:, chase a surplus tin of sardines from me to bolster their meagre rations. ​6Why should we pay", they chorused, "when we can take by force?"​ Such are the animal ​Instincts ​developed on these tiger trips- keep well away fram them. I hid my sardines in the farthest corner of my pack and kept my distance  +---- 
-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 "​chuffas"​ like me. From Glenraphael ​Swam to the Falls Kiosk our train was truly express. Had we stopped once, I am quite certain that we wouldn'​t have moved again that day. By collapsing into a taxi at the Falls Kiosk we managed to steal time for a most welcome meal. + 
-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"​ effect at this stage of the marathon. +=== Credit where it is due: === 
-Having fallen in a heap on the platform, the burning question then was whetter ​our gallant Leader ​Ts minority group would have the physical reserve necessary to turn Up it time for the train; and staunch warriors that they proved to be, that they did just in the nick of time. Suffering much the same effects as we, they had just had time to grab some cakes and biscuits to keep body and soul together. + 
-Nor was the position much improved at Central Station. As we +Before too many people start congratulating the Editor ​for the extremely ​valuable Index to Walks which has appeared in the two previous issues, we would hasten to point out that this lengthy piece of research is the work of your President, Jim Brown. We should have acknowledged it before. 
-+ 
-lurched our several ​waysI'm sure that most of us made ourselves a secret promise that our next outing would be, shall we say, more in the order of a nice, soft, instructional weekend or a Sunday cakewalk. We had come, seen, and been conquered, but had lived to tell the tale. Three cheers for the Admiral and his crew of sturdy henchmen! +---- 
-CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE Before too many people start congratuTaing thetor ​for Elieextremely ​valuable Index to Walks which has appeared in the two previous issues, we would hasten to point out that this lengthy piece of research is the work of your President, Jim Brown. We should have acknowledged it before. + 
-18. +===== Kosciusko Invasion - Part 1===== 
-KOSCIUSKO INVASION+ 
-- Ross Laird. ​PART I.+- Ross Laird. 
 "​Coming ski-ing?"​ "​Coming ski-ing?"​
-"Wily, who's going, and when, and where?"​+ 
 +"Why, who's going, and when, and where?"​ 
 "Bert Whillier'​s going to Kosciusko with his son Richard for the school holidays and can take a party with him in his utility truck."​ "Bert Whillier'​s going to Kosciusko with his son Richard for the school holidays and can take a party with him in his utility truck."​
 +
 "Gee, wouldn'​t it be mighty! I wonder if I can get time off from work - who else is going?"​ "Gee, wouldn'​t it be mighty! I wonder if I can get time off from work - who else is going?"​
 +
 "Well, Dot Butler just told me about it. She's getting the crowd together as Bert doesn'​t know many of the newer folk, so that means she's going and taking the children with her." And so the message went around the Club, everyone keen to go but doubting whether they could get the time off from work. "Well, Dot Butler just told me about it. She's getting the crowd together as Bert doesn'​t know many of the newer folk, so that means she's going and taking the children with her." And so the message went around the Club, everyone keen to go but doubting whether they could get the time off from work.
-Dot made a list in the first few weeks of all those hoping to go, and as time marched on so the list grew to alarming proportions. First nine, then twelve, seventeen, eighteen, twenty, then back to eighteen as some dropped out, and there it stayed till three weeks before it was time to leave When Ross Laird got last minute holidays and brought the number to nineteen. The altering numbers didn't worry Dot in her calculations of the huge quantity of food the crowd would need on this mammoth expedition as she merely increased or decreased as the case may be, but she soon did realise that the original idea of carving ​out was almost an impossibility,​ and so a mad search was made for accommodation. It was Jean Schoen, working with the Snowy Mountains Authority in Cooma, who cane to the rescue by getting us the S.M.A. Ski Hut at Smiggins Holes for the nominal fee of 7/6d. per person per night, the only trouble being that S.B.W. would have to vacate the hut at weekends to allow the Ski Club members to use their own hut. Colin Putt /s alpine tent was taken to meet this situation. + 
-All arrangements were made. Bert was taking the truck with his boy Richard, Dot, Rona and Wendy Butler, and Robbie and Jimmy Brewster (Dot's nephews), together with all the food, mattresses for when we camped out-whih Dot had hired from the Christian Union Temperance Society, and all the privately owned skis and stocks, not to mention the extra goods and chattels ​Which go towards making a holiday of this nature a little more comfortable. George Grey was taking Judy Wagg and Eric Adcock in his Austin; Pat Sullivan, Ian Wood, Garth Coulter and Bob Learmont were going dawn four days ahead of the rest of the party, and Jean Aird, Doug Dodds, Don Newis, David Brown and Ross Laird were to travel down on the Friday night express. Jean unfortunately was forced to pull out at the last minute, and thus we were reduced to eighteen in number. The first group, i e. Pat and ti:e N.Z. boys, left Sydney on Monday night'​s train and arrived at the S.M.A. hut Tuesday lunch time. Dot and Bert with the kids and gear left bright and early Thursday morning and arrived that night. George, Judy and Eric left Friday morning and bedded down that same night under the friendly portals of the hut. Friday night Don, Doug, David and Ross met beside the map of +Dot made a list in the first few weeks of all those hoping to go, and as time marched on so the list grew to alarming proportions. First nine, then twelve, seventeen, eighteen, twenty, then back to eighteen as some dropped out, and there it stayed till three weeks before it was time to leave when Ross Laird got last minute holidays and brought the number to nineteen. The altering numbers didn't worry Dot in her calculations of the huge quantity of food the crowd would need on this mammoth expedition as she merely increased or decreased as the case may be, but she soon did realise that the original idea of camping ​out was almost an impossibility,​ and so a mad search was made for accommodation. It was Jean Schoen, working with the Snowy Mountains Authority in Cooma, who came to the rescue by getting us the S.M.A. Ski Hut at Smiggins Holes for the nominal fee of 7/6d. per person per night, the only trouble being that S.B.W. would have to vacate the hut at weekends to allow the Ski Club members to use their own hut. Colin Putt's alpine tent was taken to meet this situation. 
-19. + 
-N.S.W. at Central with Mr. and Mrs. Laird, Yvonne Renwick, Melva Stocks, Jean and Grace Aird and Allen Wilson to farewell them - who was to know whether it might not be the last time they were to see +All arrangements were made. Bert was taking the truck with his boy Richard, Dot, Rona and Wendy Butler, and Robbie and Jimmy Brewster (Dot's nephews), together with all the food, mattresses for when we camped out which Dot had hired from the Christian Union Temperance Society, and all the privately owned skis and stocks, not to mention the extra goods and chattels ​which go towards making a holiday of this nature a little more comfortable. George Grey was taking Judy Wagg and Eric Adcock in his Austin; Pat Sullivan, Ian Wood, Garth Coulter and Bob Learmont were going down four days ahead of the rest of the party, and Jean Aird, Doug Dodds, Don Newis, David Brown and Ross Laird were to travel down on the Friday night express. Jean unfortunately was forced to pull out at the last minute, and thus we were reduced to eighteen in number. The first group, i.e. Pat and the N.Z. boys, left Sydney on Monday night'​s train and arrived at the S.M.A. hut Tuesday lunch time. Dot and Bert with the kids and gear left bright and early Thursday morning and arrived that night. George, Judy and Eric left Friday morning and bedded down that same night under the friendly portals of the hut. Friday night Don, Doug, David and Ross met beside the map of N.S.W. at Central with Mr. and Mrs. Laird, Yvonne Renwick, Melva Stocks, Jean and Grace Aird and Allen Wilson to farewell them - who was to know whether it might not be the last time they were to see them in one piece! It was at this stage that David told the crowd he had lost his train ticket! After a quick but vain trip to the Station Master'​s Office David purchased another ticker - ugh, the expense! 
-them in one piece! It was at this stage that David told the crowd + 
-he had lost his train ticket! After a quick but vain trip to the Station Master'​s Office David purchased another ticker - ugh, the expense! +Central Station that night was literally besieged with skiers - they were everywhere! In every direction one could see the tips of skis extending over the heads of the milling crowds like a forest of tall Sally scrub. Whilst waiting to board the train we met David King and Bob Chapman who were off for a week in the Alpine Hut with a crowd from the University. 
-Central Station that night was literally besieged with skiers - + 
-they were everywhere! In every direction one could see the tips cf +Everyone is familiar with the procedure of boarding a train on which one has one's seat booked. Your ticket undergoes a close inspection by the guard at the door of your particular carriage, it is then clipped and you pass through to search for your seat. Bob'​s ​crowd were boarding the train before us, but when Bob handed the already flustered Guard sixteen train tickets and sixteen reserved seat tickets the poor chap fled in dismay and thus the platform was cleared a lot quicker allowing the train to pull out from the station 22 minutes late on its run to Cooma. Many of the farewelling relatives and friends of our fellow travellers were startled by the sudden flashes of Allen Wilson'​s flash gun as he recorded that touching farewell. 
-et  ​skis extending over the heads of the milling crowds like a forest of + 
-tall Sally scrub. Whilst waiting to board the train we met David King und Bob Chapman who were off for a week in the Alpine Hut with a Growl from the University. +The four boys sank back into their seats to discover that their travelling companions consisted of two female school-teachers ​from Y.H.A. off for a week's skiing at the Y.H.A. hostel, Kiandra, and a very stiff-faced gentleman who would have nothing whatever to do with the younger crowd in any way but sat and read his never-ending pile of periodicals well into the morning till one of the boys braved the consequences and turned off the lights. After a normal cramped, slow, all-night trip the train arrived at Cooma about ten minutes late with nothing more astounding happening than the Y.H.A. girls using the boy's washroom in rebellion against the long queue outside the girl's room, whilst ​four gallant S.B.W. boys stood guard and warned off unwary male passengers. 
-Everyone is familiar with the procedure of boarding a train on which one has one's seat booked. Your ticket undergoes a close inspection by the guard at the door of your particular carriage, it is then clipped and you pass through to search for your seat. Bob'​s ​crow were boarding the train before us, but when Bob handed the already flustered Guard sixteen train tickets and sixteen reserved seat tickets the poor chap fled in dismay and thus the platform was cleared a lot quicker allowing the train to pull out from the station 22 minutes late on its run to Cooma. Many of the farewelling relatives and friends of our fellow travellers were startled by the sudden flashes of Allen Wilson'​s flash gun as he recorded that touching farewell. + 
-The four boys sank back into their seats to discover that their travelling companions consisted of two female school-teacher s from Y.H.A. off for a week's skiing at the Y.H.A. hostel, Kiandra, and a very stiff-faced gentleman who would have nothing whatever to do with the younger crowd in any way but sat and read his never-ending pile of periodicals well into the morning till one of the boys braved the consequences and turned off the lights. After a normal cramped, slow, all-night trip the train arrived at Cooma about ten minutes late with nothing more astounding happening than the Y.H.A. girls using the boy's washroom in rebellion against the long queue outside the girl's room, Whilst ​four gallant S.B.W. boys stood guard and warned off unwary male passengers. +Dot had given the boys instructions not to stop at Cooma for breakfast but to leave by their previously booked taxi as soon as possible and so beat the bus crowd to the ski room at the Hotel Kosciusko. If she found an opportunity to collect their skis on the previous ​day she would ring their taxi-man and tell him so they could shoot straight through to Smiggins, but of course the boys were too excited to get these instructions straight. After farewelling the Y.H.A. ​girls in their Kiandra bus they piled into their car and started out, all feeling extremely hungry but hoping for a good meal upon arrival. Bogged down in wishful thinking, straight past the hotel site drove the boys, confident that their skis stocks and boots had been collected, only to discover upon arrival that it pays to listen to instructions. 
-Dot had given the boys instructions not to stop at Cooma for breakfast but to leave by their previously booked taxi as soon as possible and so beat the bus crowd to the ski room at the Hotel Kosciusko. If she found an opportunity to collect their skis an the Previous ​day she would ring their taxi-man and tell him so they could shoot straight through to Smiggins, but of course the boys were too excited to get these instructions straight. After farewelling the + 
-Y.H.A. ​girl t in their Kiandra bus they piled into their car and started out, all feeling extremely hungry but hoping for a good meal upon arrival. Bogged down in wishful thinking, straight past the hotel site drove the boys, confident that their skis stocks and boots had been collected, only to discover upon arrival that it pays to listen to instructions. +(To be continued...) 
-(TO BE CONTINUED ​.) + 
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-GOOD NEWS FCR BUSNWALKERS+=== Good news for bushwalkers=== 
-Paddynews is always good news but this month we have something special. Those very necessary articles of camp gear - Sleeping Bags - are down. No in intended. They'​re filled with down and down in price. + 
-...A 5'​10"​ Featherdown Sleeping Bag complete with cover costs now only 0.12.6d. This is a good featherdown and makes a warm cosy bag. +Paddynews is always good news but this month we have something special. Those very necessary articles of camp gear - Sleeping Bags - are down. No pun intended. They'​re filled with down and down in price. 
-If you want the very best it costs 8.17. 6d. for a Superdown ​510" bag and a few bob more for larger lengths.+ 
 +A 5'​10"​ Featherdown Sleeping Bag complete with cover costs now only £7.12.6d. This is a good featherdown and makes a warm cosy bag. 
 + 
 +If you want the very best it costs £8.17. 6d. for a Superdown ​5'10" bag and a few bob more for larger lengths. 
 Hooded and Zippered bags are of course also available. Hooded and Zippered bags are of course also available.
-Price lists of Paddy/s gear are always available. Call for one or ring up and we'll send one by post - no charge of course. 
-PADDY PAWN 
-Lightweight Camp Gear 
-201 CASTLEREAGH St SYDNEY 
-M2678 
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 +Price lists of Paddy'​s gear are always available. Call for one or ring up and we'll send one by post - no charge of course.
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 +Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
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 +201 Castlereagh St., Sydney. M2678.
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