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 Now the subject of Paddy'​s Farewell Party on January 22nd came up. Concern was voiced by one member as to whether the Harvey'​s house had bendable, expandable, unbreakable rubber walls, adequate to contain the vast crowd of well-wishers who would be bound to come. It was pointed out that the party was to be held in the illimitable great outdoors and those who couldn'​t fit into the Harvey'​s backyard could presumably overflow into the street. It was moved by Malcolm McGregor that a letter of thanks be sent to Brian and Jean thanking them for their kindness in placing their home, or rather the great outdoors surrounding it, at the disposal of the Club for this function. Now the subject of Paddy'​s Farewell Party on January 22nd came up. Concern was voiced by one member as to whether the Harvey'​s house had bendable, expandable, unbreakable rubber walls, adequate to contain the vast crowd of well-wishers who would be bound to come. It was pointed out that the party was to be held in the illimitable great outdoors and those who couldn'​t fit into the Harvey'​s backyard could presumably overflow into the street. It was moved by Malcolm McGregor that a letter of thanks be sent to Brian and Jean thanking them for their kindness in placing their home, or rather the great outdoors surrounding it, at the disposal of the Club for this function.
  
-To Len Fall's query, "What is being done about the proposed race track on Narrow Neck?" the President said that enquiries were being made by our representative. The area has already been set aside as a Recreation Reserve, which might preclude the construction of a race track. It was moved by David Ingram that we write to the Water Board asking just what areas are referred to in their new camping restrictions in Burragorang Valley. Kevin brought to our notice the strange fact that the Underwater Swim at our Stimming ​Carnival has always been won by a past or present President, and invited us all to come along with the lure that we might see a past or present President drown. On this pleasant note the Meeting closed.+To Len Fall's query, "What is being done about the proposed race track on Narrow Neck?" the President said that enquiries were being made by our representative. The area has already been set aside as a Recreation Reserve, which might preclude the construction of a race track. It was moved by David Ingram that we write to the Water Board asking just what areas are referred to in their new camping restrictions in Burragorang Valley. Kevin brought to our notice the strange fact that the Underwater Swim at our Swimming ​Carnival has always been won by a past or present President, and invited us all to come along with the lure that we might see a past or present President drown. On this pleasant note the Meeting closed.
  
 -D.B. -D.B.
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 One other particular form of strife plagued my early walking - the bilious water of Kedumba Creek. Naturally, I hadn't ascribed my sickness of our first overnight trip to such exquisitely cool, clear water. So, next trip that way, coming up from the Cox, I lunched on Sunday at Kedumba Crossing. Apart from sunburn, legs lacerated by lawyer vines, blisters on six toes and a broken watch, I was still in good walking order, but as I mounted the Pass I seemed unconscionably thirsty, and took frequent sips from the billy I carried: and I was decidedly queasy. Near the top two chaps leading horses, and pounding along in the heat at great pace, overtook me, and asked if I knew where they could get a drink. I offered them the rest of my billy, then limped drearily on and up. Near the Q.V. Homes I passed them, prostrate and green, lying by the trail. My generosity and their own exertion had done the trick. Very, very late I dragged into Wentwortlh Falls, to travel in an empty box compartment on the train, thankful there was no one to witness my misery, or stand between me and the lift-up seat. One other particular form of strife plagued my early walking - the bilious water of Kedumba Creek. Naturally, I hadn't ascribed my sickness of our first overnight trip to such exquisitely cool, clear water. So, next trip that way, coming up from the Cox, I lunched on Sunday at Kedumba Crossing. Apart from sunburn, legs lacerated by lawyer vines, blisters on six toes and a broken watch, I was still in good walking order, but as I mounted the Pass I seemed unconscionably thirsty, and took frequent sips from the billy I carried: and I was decidedly queasy. Near the top two chaps leading horses, and pounding along in the heat at great pace, overtook me, and asked if I knew where they could get a drink. I offered them the rest of my billy, then limped drearily on and up. Near the Q.V. Homes I passed them, prostrate and green, lying by the trail. My generosity and their own exertion had done the trick. Very, very late I dragged into Wentwortlh Falls, to travel in an empty box compartment on the train, thankful there was no one to witness my misery, or stand between me and the lift-up seat.
  
-I think I rumbled Kedumba Creek after that - I know the next time I came that way I was determined to dodge Kedumba water. It was a hottish March day, the Kowmung and Cox a series of puddles, with dead cattle lying along the banks, and the first running water I struck was just above Harris Humpy. It was my first time along this part of the Cox, and how was I to know that Kedumba crept quietly out of a tiny gully and made the river flow for a few yards? This time, carrying my billy of "Cox River" water I was ill long before I reachecl ​Maxwell'​s old farm.+I think I rumbled Kedumba Creek after that - I know the next time I came that way I was determined to dodge Kedumba water. It was a hottish March day, the Kowmung and Cox a series of puddles, with dead cattle lying along the banks, and the first running water I struck was just above Harris Humpy. It was my first time along this part of the Cox, and how was I to know that Kedumba crept quietly out of a tiny gully and made the river flow for a few yards? This time, carrying my billy of "Cox River" water I was ill long before I reached ​Maxwell'​s old farm.
  
 There are other cases I could quote to prove that the freelance does it the hard way. There was the horrible trip down the Grose with a game leg, and the camp on a steep bank of wet sand. There was the night lying on splintery logs in one of the old shanties near Budthingeroo on Kanangra Road - with a badly sunburned back, too. There was the time I couldn'​t find the pass up Burnt Flat Creek from the Wollondilly and had to slug it out thirty miles along the Wombeyan Caves road an a broiling February day: and the time my sneakers packed up and developed holes in the soles on the second day of an eight-day trip... There are other cases I could quote to prove that the freelance does it the hard way. There was the horrible trip down the Grose with a game leg, and the camp on a steep bank of wet sand. There was the night lying on splintery logs in one of the old shanties near Budthingeroo on Kanangra Road - with a badly sunburned back, too. There was the time I couldn'​t find the pass up Burnt Flat Creek from the Wollondilly and had to slug it out thirty miles along the Wombeyan Caves road an a broiling February day: and the time my sneakers packed up and developed holes in the soles on the second day of an eight-day trip...
  
-In fact, come to think ot it... it's a wonder I survived long enough to join a walking club at all.+In fact, come to think of it... it's a wonder I survived long enough to join a walking club at all.
  
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 At last we reached the saddle and had a short rest but now, instead of going down, he made __up__ along the ridge! The snow was different here, affording a good grip, which was just as well as the ridge is no more than 2-ft. wide with an almost sheer drop on the north side, and the steep slope we had just climbed to the south. Soon the ridge became too steep to climb with skis straight ahead, so we herringboned with tips over each side, later changing to side stepping, only the centre 2-ft. of the skis being on the snow, the heels and tips hanging in space. So we reached the top, which seemed to me about 10-ft. across. Richard took a photo of us at the cairn. At last we reached the saddle and had a short rest but now, instead of going down, he made __up__ along the ridge! The snow was different here, affording a good grip, which was just as well as the ridge is no more than 2-ft. wide with an almost sheer drop on the north side, and the steep slope we had just climbed to the south. Soon the ridge became too steep to climb with skis straight ahead, so we herringboned with tips over each side, later changing to side stepping, only the centre 2-ft. of the skis being on the snow, the heels and tips hanging in space. So we reached the top, which seemed to me about 10-ft. across. Richard took a photo of us at the cairn.
  
-There was a strong wind blowing so we soon made ready for the run down. I suggested we return the way we had come up, but Richard indicated the steepest slope and said "We go down there"​. Before we started I felt as though I would be embarking on my first parachute jump, but once started I was alright. Richard, Trudy, then myself went over the edge and made a beautiful 70-ft. side-slip traverse, then round into cristies, zig-zagging back and forth across the slope. I was enjoying the run and had passed Trudy and was up near Richard when I saw the snow on the slope near him start to slide after him. I called out a warning, but as he made a turn the snow ran over his skis and it kept pouring in from all around and carrying him down at a rapid rate. I had managed to pull up, and was horrified to see Richard rapidly growing smaller as he disappeared down the slope. The snow kept puring ​into the gully with a rattling, hissing sound, and eating its way up the slope we had already run for about 300-ft. I looked at it towering above us, expecting the lot to come down and engulf all three of us, whisking us off, indeed to Destination Unknown. I turned round as Trudy stopped, and she looked her concern as she asked "What happened"?​ I pretended to be very matter of fact as I told her the snow had held Richard'​s skis and taken them down, but I had visions of him being swept into the creek with tons of snow on top of him.+There was a strong wind blowing so we soon made ready for the run down. I suggested we return the way we had come up, but Richard indicated the steepest slope and said "We go down there"​. Before we started I felt as though I would be embarking on my first parachute jump, but once started I was alright. Richard, Trudy, then myself went over the edge and made a beautiful 70-ft. side-slip traverse, then round into cristies, zig-zagging back and forth across the slope. I was enjoying the run and had passed Trudy and was up near Richard when I saw the snow on the slope near him start to slide after him. I called out a warning, but as he made a turn the snow ran over his skis and it kept pouring in from all around and carrying him down at a rapid rate. I had managed to pull up, and was horrified to see Richard rapidly growing smaller as he disappeared down the slope. The snow kept pouring ​into the gully with a rattling, hissing sound, and eating its way up the slope we had already run for about 300-ft. I looked at it towering above us, expecting the lot to come down and engulf all three of us, whisking us off, indeed to Destination Unknown. I turned round as Trudy stopped, and she looked her concern as she asked "What happened"?​ I pretended to be very matter of fact as I told her the snow had held Richard'​s skis and taken them down, but I had visions of him being swept into the creek with tons of snow on top of him.
  
 Gradually the hissing noise subsided and we saw the snow had gone down in level about 12 inches over quite a large area of the slope. The edge was within inches of my ski. Gradually the hissing noise subsided and we saw the snow had gone down in level about 12 inches over quite a large area of the slope. The edge was within inches of my ski.
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 - Allen A. Strom, - Allen A. Strom,
  
-After appropriate investigation and upon the recommendation of the President, it was agreed to admit __The bondi Wanderers__ to membership of the Federation.+After appropriate investigation and upon the recommendation of the President, it was agreed to admit __The Bondi Wanderers__ to membership of the Federation.
  
 A screed has been prepared outlining the working procedure of the __Search and Rescue Section__. This will be sent out to the Police, Air Force, Army and the Police Intelligence Rescue Squad. It was also agreed to forward copies to the Clubs. A screed has been prepared outlining the working procedure of the __Search and Rescue Section__. This will be sent out to the Police, Air Force, Army and the Police Intelligence Rescue Squad. It was also agreed to forward copies to the Clubs.
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 === Racing track on Narrow Neck: === === Racing track on Narrow Neck: ===
  
-Following presentation of a cutting from "The Sydney Morning Herald"​ on this topic, it was agreed to protestto ​the City of Blue Mountains Council. Affiliated Clubs and interested individuals were asked to add their protest in order to impress the Council.+Following presentation of a cutting from "The Sydney Morning Herald"​ on this topic, it was agreed to protest to the City of Blue Mountains Council. Affiliated Clubs and interested individuals were asked to add their protest in order to impress the Council.
  
-=== Reprnt ​of Sulman'​s "​Wildflowers of N.S.W.":​ ===+=== Reprint ​of Sulman'​s "​Wildflowers of N.S.W.":​ ===
  
 It was agreed that we should ask Angus and Robertson'​s to make this reprint. It was agreed that we should ask Angus and Robertson'​s to make this reprint.
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 === Scientific staff for the Fauna Protection Board: === === Scientific staff for the Fauna Protection Board: ===
  
-The Fauna Protectior Pane has asked for the appointment of a Biologist to assist with investigation of Faunal matters.+The Fauna Protection Panel has asked for the appointment of a Biologist to assist with investigation of Faunal matters.
  
 === Colour Transparencies about conservational matters: === === Colour Transparencies about conservational matters: ===
  
-A Series of Colour Transparencies have been built up by the Secretary of the Conservatiolal ​Bureau showing areas of interest in our Conservation Projects. Persons who would care to arrange showings of these in order to interest as many people as possible in our proposals for reservations should contact A. Strom at WB2528.+A Series of Colour Transparencies have been built up by the Secretary of the Conservational ​Bureau showing areas of interest in our Conservation Projects. Persons who would care to arrange showings of these in order to interest as many people as possible in our proposals for reservations should contact A. Strom at WB2528.
  
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-DROWNING DOWN THE KOWMUNG+===== Drowning Down The Kowmung. ===== 
 or or
-TWO LIVES WITH THE ONE ROPE.+ 
 +=== Two Lives With The One Rope=== 
 - Dot Butler. - Dot Butler.
-We had looked forward to this trip for months. We were going to swim the 'Upper Kowmung, and great was the preparation therefor. The twelve members of the party had small waterproof bags tu safeguard sleeping bags and such food as wasn't in tins, and larger waterproof bags to take the whole contents of the pack, and finally all leaks had been repaired in groundsheets which were to be a third line of defence wrapped round the outside of the pack and tied at the top. + 
-We made camp about midnight Friday at our usual spot in the clearing by Morong Creek, and next morning followed the creek down about five miles to the Kowmung. The enormous amount of water hurtliD! ​over the 1,200 ft. Morong Falls was indication of how much rain we ha,, +We had looked forward to this trip for months. We were going to swim the Upper Kowmung, and great was the preparation therefor. The twelve members of the party had small waterproof bags to safeguard sleeping bags and such food as wasn't in tins, and larger waterproof bags to take the whole contents of the pack, and finally all leaks had been repaired in groundsheets which were to be a third line of defence wrapped round the outside of the pack and tied at the top. 
-16. + 
-had the'previous week, and of course the Kownmalg ​was going to be flooded. Whether it was going to be too flooded for swimming yet remained to be seen. +We made camp about midnight Friday at our usual spot in the clearing by Morong Creek, and next morning followed the creek down about five miles to the Kowmung. The enormous amount of water hurtling ​over the 1,200 ft. Morong Falls was indication of how much rain we had had the previous week, and of course the Kowmung ​was going to be flooded. Whether it was going to be too flooded for swimming yet remained to be seen. 
-About 10.30 all the party had assembled on the near side of the Kowmungi ​just by the Falls, and a great urge came upon Colin, the Leader, to cross over to the other side where rumour had it there was a nice patch of sand on which to have lunch. + 
-We followed the river down a short distance till we came to a block-up of huge chunks of rock round which the yellow water churned and rushed with bombora-like ferocity. Nobody seemed terribly keen to take the first step. Jean Aird had just joined us, displaying a large area of skin grazed from thigh to ankle; she had come down +About 10.30 all the party had assembled on the near side of the Kowmung, ​just by the Falls, and a great urge came upon Colin, the Leader, to cross over to the other side where rumour had it there was a nice patch of sand on which to have lunch. 
-the final precipice a little more hurriedly than she intended. Everyone gathered round to give sympathy and advice, and as there was now no question of pushing on the party settled down for morning tea. + 
-Flat on my back on a nice hot rock, lulled by the roar of many waters, out of the corner of my eye I see Colin with a look of purpose on his face, eyeing off the distance between Scylla and Charybdis downstream. He is wearing rubber-soled sneakers! I'd better go down so I can watch him drown, or throw him a lifebuoy, or scream for help or something. With a firm grip on a wall of rock he stepped into the rushing water, barely shin deep, and was nearly torn off his feet. Just below a cauldron of yellow water boiled and foamed and looked a real proper nasty job. If you landed in that you'd be no better than diced frog in five seconds. "Hellh, says I, hrubber ​soles! Horror!"​ "​Yes",​ says Colin, "theysre ​not so good. You have a try while I hold your hands. In bare feet, and with a cast iron hand-rail formed by the Putt strong right arm, it was possible to stand against the tearing rush of water and I clambered onto the rock.. And in the heat of inspiration Colin retained his grip and I pulled him over too. So far so good. We were now irrevocably embarked, and nobody knew what drama was being enacted some twenty yards downstream, nor could they have heard us if we had shouted. In bare feet it was just possible to jump from rock to slimy rozk above the foaming flood and reach the other side, but it would have been suicidal in rubber sneakers, and Colin on his precipitous rib of rock couldn'​t very well take off his footwear. So I cane back to where Colin was perched and he suggested I hold his hand again and get back the way I had come. But Dear +We followed the river down a short distance till we came to a block-up of huge chunks of rock round which the yellow water churned and rushed with bombora-like ferocity. Nobody seemed terribly keen to take the first step. Jean Aird had just joined us, displaying a large area of skin grazed from thigh to ankle; she had come down the final precipice a little more hurriedly than she intended. Everyone gathered round to give sympathy and advice, and as there was now no question of pushing on the party settled down for morning tea. 
-No! This tIme it wouldn'​t work! Colin had no rock wall to steady him now, only thin empty air, and the yellow boiling cauldron below looked just as nasty a job, only more so. What was to be done? I skipped back to the other side and went further down to look for another crossing, and luckily found one. Meanwhile Russell had cone Prospecting ​downstream, saw Colin'​s plight, and the alarm was raised. He found a great fallen tree which he picked ​WO on his shoulder and brought over. It was to act as a bridge, but unfortunately although one end could be anchored near the shore, there was nothing to hold the other end and the current just washed it downstream. The next rescue method attempted was a long thin live sapling held upstream on the bank and pointing down towards the castaway. Colin took a handful of the end twigs and gave a pull to test its strength, and behold they broke away in his hand. My, my! Is he to stay there for ever till the crows come down and peck out his eyes? But here Gomes Sir + 
-17. +Flat on my back on a nice hot rock, lulled by the roar of many waters, out of the corner of my eye I see Colin with a look of purpose on his face, eyeing off the distance between Scylla and Charybdis downstream. He is wearing rubber-soled sneakers! I'd better go down so I can watch him drown, or throw him a lifebuoy, or scream for help or something. With a firm grip on a wall of rock he stepped into the rushing water, barely shin deep, and was nearly torn off his feet. Just below a cauldron of yellow water boiled and foamed and looked a real proper nasty job. If you landed in that you'd be no better than diced frog in five seconds. "Hell", says I, "​rubber ​soles! Horror!"​ "​Yes",​ says Colin, "they'​re ​not so good. You have a try while I hold your hands. In bare feet, and with a cast iron hand-rail formed by the Putt strong right arm, it was possible to stand against the tearing rush of water and I clambered onto the rock. And in the heat of inspiration Colin retained his grip and I pulled him over too. So far so good. We were now irrevocably embarked, and nobody knew what drama was being enacted some twenty yards downstream, nor could they have heard us if we had shouted. In bare feet it was just possible to jump from rock to slimy rock above the foaming flood and reach the other side, but it would have been suicidal in rubber sneakers, and Colin on his precipitous rib of rock couldn'​t very well take off his footwear. So I came back to where Colin was perched and he suggested I hold his hand again and get back the way I had come. But Dear No! This time it wouldn'​t work! Colin had no rock wall to steady him now, only thin empty air, and the yellow boiling cauldron below looked just as nasty a job, only more so. What was to be done? I skipped back to the other side and went further down to look for another crossing, and luckily found one. Meanwhile Russell had come prospecting ​downstream, saw Colin'​s plight, and the alarm was raised. He found a great fallen tree which he picked ​up on his shoulder and brought over. It was to act as a bridge, but unfortunately although one end could be anchored near the shore, there was nothing to hold the other end and the current just washed it downstream. The next rescue method attempted was a long thin live sapling held upstream on the bank and pointing down towards the castaway. Colin took a handful of the end twigs and gave a pull to test its strength, and behold they broke away in his hand. My, my! Is he to stay there for ever till the crows come down and peck out his eyes? But here comes Sir Launcelot ​to the rescue. Don, who has just been informed of his Leaders ​plight, remembers he has a rope in his pack. How fortunate ha didn't take any of Colin'​s ​instructions ​not to bother ​bringing rope. It's hardly as thick as a piece of window cord, but it is hurled valiently out to the stricken captain and he is dragged to safety. Three cheers for Don and his rope... Hip.Hip.Hooray!! 
-Launce4ot ​to the resclie. Don, Who has just been informed of his Leaders ​-0171ht, remembers he has a rope in h:i s pack. How fortunate ha ddntt L)ny of Colin'​s ​irstruons ​not to boner bringing rope. It's hardly as thick as a niece of window cord, but it is hurled valiently out to the stricken captain and he is dragged to safety. Three cheers for Don and his rope... Hip.Hip.Hooray!! + 
-All right. Now we agree it's this side of the river for us afte.:​2 ​all, and have dinner among the rocks before ​Pushing ​on. We *can't keep on river level for more than a couple of hundred yards, but have to climb up the steep ribs and buttresses and sidle around through ​th low scrub, the black'​Ghorn ​and the mountain holly. The going is srathy ​and uninsoiring ​and hot and not so hot, if you can nake an-jthing ​of that paradox. It doesnit ​take a great deal of urglng ​to persuade our Leader that life could be more pleasant at a lower level, where at least we could get a glimpse of the river we had came so far to see. +All right. Now we agree it's this side of the river for us after all, and have dinner among the rocks before ​pushing ​on. We can't keep on river level for more than a couple of hundred yards, but have to climb up the steep ribs and buttresses and sidle around through ​the low scrub, the blackthorn ​and the mountain holly. The going is scratchy ​and uninspiring ​and hot and not so hot, if you can make anything ​of that paradox. It doesn'​t ​take a great deal of urging ​to persuade our Leader that life could be more pleasant at a lower level, where at least we could get a glimpse of the river we had came so far to see. 
-By this time we had passed Morong Deep, and expected a bit of flatter going on the river bank, so we made down a small side gully and reached a nice broad fairly quiet expanse of water. Ha! This is where I swim and have a cool off. All the perishable goods are already in their little plastic bags, so I wrap the groundsheet round the pack, tie it at the top with a piece of pyjama cord, and embark before anyone has time to say inc nay, although I did hear Colin makin, ​what might be called dubious comments, on the bank. + 
-The first pool was cats-meat2 A nice quiet backwater. The pack floated gently along, riding high and dry, and I paddled gently ​behinu ​it holding it with one hand, and all was fine and dandy. Meanwhile the rest of the party walked along the edge, not yet quite convinced that theirs was a watery destiny. That was so easy we shall continueTo get into the next pool it was necessary to skirt round a big rock, and thus, unfortunatelyI got into the mill race. The pack turned over and the groundsheet filled with water in a matter of seconds. The river took a lunatic'​s grip on the pack and tore off with maniacal speed, and it was a case of if you don't want to lose your pack you just hold on and go with it. I hugged the pack to my bosom and away we tore, over the first small waterfall. "This is rather fun",though +By this time we had passed Morong Deep, and expected a bit of flatter going on the river bank, so we made down a small side gully and reached a nice broad fairly quiet expanse of water. Ha! This is where I swim and have a cool off. All the perishable goods are already in their little plastic bags, so I wrap the groundsheet round the pack, tie it at the top with a piece of pyjama cord, and embark before anyone has time to say me nay, although I did hear Colin making ​what might be called dubious comments, on the bank. 
-(I could still think at that stage), speeding along down stream ​anc9 + 
-not being able to do a thing about it. After the second waterfall ​an] a period of dizzy immersion in the yellow flood it didn't seem so funny, but I still kept hold of my pack. As I shot towards the next waterfall I thought "​Let'​s hope someone is rushing down to rescue me, +The first pool was cats-meat! A nice quiet backwater. The pack floated gently along, riding high and dry, and I paddled gently ​behind ​it holding it with one hand, and all was fine and dandy. Meanwhile the rest of the party walked along the edge, not yet quite convinced that theirs was a watery destiny. That was so easy we shall continueTo get into the next pool it was necessary to skirt round a big rock, and thus, unfortunatelyI got into the mill race. The pack turned over and the groundsheet filled with water in a matter of seconds. The river took a lunatic'​s grip on the pack and tore off with maniacal speed, and it was a case of if you don't want to lose your pack you just hold on and go with it. I hugged the pack to my bosom and away we tore, over the first small waterfall. "This is rather fun", ​thought I (I could still think at that stage), speeding along down stream ​and not being able to do a thing about it. After the second waterfall ​and a period of dizzy immersion in the yellow flood it didn't seem so funny, but I still kept hold of my pack. As I shot towards the next waterfall I thought "​Let'​s hope someone is rushing down to rescue me, otherwise I shall have to let go my pack and rescue myself"​. After the third and highest waterfall, with the breath by now just about battered out of my lungs, and a much longer period of submersion in the whirling pool, things began to look somewhat serious. Ahead the millrace was cleft in two by a black jagged rock. I made an effort and pushed my pack one side of it, still retaining my grip, while I hurtled the other side of it, and luckily here I stuck, unable to lift a finger to help myself, just doing a Holland - in other words, waiting to be rescued. And now along the bank comes Don, wearing a puzzled expression. "​She'​s grinning. Is she having fun, or does she need help?" Little did he know the grin was just window dressing. ​"Get out your rope Don, and take my pack". So Don got out his life-saving rope for the second time that day and threw an end across and I tied on my pack. By this time I had recovered enough breath to drag myself out of the water on to the rock, and Don was able to pull my pack over to safety without dislodging me. He then threw the rope's end over again and I tied it around my waist. Then I looked at slightly built Don standing on his rock with Tine, and at the racing maelstrom between them and me and decided it would be better to wait till some more robust type should come along the bank, otherwise there was a more than 50-50 chance I would pull Don in and we would both go hurtling downstream to destruction,​ leaving Tine 'to wander forlorn of Don, once her playmate ​on the hills'. So I crouched on my rock like a bedraggled water spaniel, while Don stood on his holding the other end of the lead, till at length Colin appeared and dragged the waterlogged body to safety. Three cheers for the rescue teams Hip.Hip.Hooray! I tipped the water out of my pack and spread out the wet things to dry. It was Don'​s ​rope which saved my life. "Three cheers for Don and his rope! Hip..Hip..Hooray!"​ And I dried myself and surveyed my bruises and tried to rub some warmth into my cold arms. Wasn'​t ​it lucky Don brought a rope. "Three cheers for Don and his rope!" "Hey, we've already had that", said Geof. "We have, eh? Oh yes, so we have. Anyhow, three cheers for Don... Stop me, I'​m ​getting hysterical!"​ 
-otherwise I shall have to let go my pack and rescue myself"​. After + 
-the third and highest waterfall, with the breath by now just about +---- 
-battered out of my lungs, and a much longer period of submersion in the whirling pool, things began to look somewhat serious. Ahead the + 
-millrace was cleft in two by a black jagged rock. I made an effort and pushed my pack one side of it, still retaining my grip, while I +===== Kosciusko Invasion. Part II. ===== 
-hurtled the other side of it, and luckily here I stuck, unable to lift +
-a finger to help myself, just doing a Holland - in other words, waiting to be rescued. And now along the bank comes Don, wearing a puzzled expression. "​She'​s grinning. Is she having fun, or does she need help?" Little did he know the grin was just window dressing. ​''​Get out your rope Don, and take my pack". So Don got out his life- +
-1S. +
-saving rope for the second time that day and threw an end across and +
-I tied on my pack. By this time I had recovered enough breath to drag myself out of the water on to the rock, and Don was able to pull my pack over to safety without dislodging me. He then threw the rope's end over again and I tied it around my waist. Then I looked at slightly built Don standing on his rock with Tine, and at the racing maelstrom between them ana me and decided it would be better to wait till some more robust type should come along the bank, otherwise there was a more than 50-50 chance I would pull Don in and we would both gj hurtling downstream to destruction,​ leaving Tine to wander forlorn of Don, once her playmte ​on the hills. So I crouched on my rock like a bedraggled water spaniel, while Don stood on his holding the other end of the lead, till at length Colin appeared and dragged the waterlogged body to safety. Three cheers for the rescue teams 1-11.P. Hip.Hooray! I tipped the water out of my pack and spread out the wet things to dry. It was Dons rope which saved my life. "Three cheers for Don and his rope! Hip..Hip..Hooray!"​ And I dried myself and surveyed my bruises and tried to rub some warmth into my cold arms. Wasnit ​it lucky Don brought a rope. "Three cheers for Don and his rope:" "Fey, we've already had that", said Geof. "We have, eh? Oh yes, so we have. Anyhow, three cheers for Don... Stop me, Itm getting hysterical!"​ +
-KOSCIUSKO INVASION. +
-PART II.+
 - Ross Laird. - Ross Laird.
-George and Judy were at that moment down at the Hotel collecting their boards. Doug and Ross had their own skis, so Don and David set off to hitch back down to the Hotel just as George arrived back at + 
-the hut. The boys had luck both ways in their hitching, and in little over half an hour they were back complete with all their gear and by this time ravished with hunger. Lunch was voted the order of the day and was partaken of quick smart. The folk with their hired skis then proceeded to scrape off the accumulation of waxes that had been rubbed on by previous users, and when all was ready they set out for what was, in most cases, their firt afternoon on skis. Before leaving they said goodbye to Pat, Ian, Garth and Bob who, with the help of Johnnie Abbottsmith'​s snowmobile, ​Were moving up to a set of empty S.M.A. barracks at Spencer'​s Creek, about five miles further up the mountain. Rather ironical that they should move out just as the four boys moved in. +George and Judy were at that moment down at the Hotel collecting their boards. Doug and Ross had their own skis, so Don and David set off to hitch back down to the Hotel just as George arrived back at the hut. The boys had luck both ways in their hitching, and in little over half an hour they were back complete with all their gear and by this time ravished with hunger. Lunch was voted the order of the day and was partaken of quick smart. The folk with their hired skis then proceeded to scrape off the accumulation of waxes that had been rubbed on by previous users, and when all was ready they set out for what was, in most cases, their first afternoon on skis. Before leaving they said goodbye to Pat, Ian, Garth and Bob who, with the help of Johnnie Abbottsmith'​s snowmobile, ​were moving up to a set of empty S.M.A. barracks at Spencer'​s Creek, about five miles further up the mountain. Rather ironical that they should move out just as the four boys moved in. 
-Just imagine that first afternoon. It was a beautiful day, warm but not too hot, with kodachromatic clouds in the sky, snow on the ranges around Smiggins, skiers, good and bad, on most of the skiable slopes surrounding that little settlement and S.B.W.'​s. The thrills and spills, prangs and bangs, cheers, laughter and general merrymaking was reall y something that had to be seen to be appreciated. A good solid afternoon'​s skiing and the crowd was beginning to realise that it was possible to ski from the top of a not-too-steep hill to the bottom without falling over in the process, but empty stomachs, cool winds and icy snows soon made them head for + 
-19. +Just imagine that first afternoon. It was a beautiful day, warm but not too hot, with kodachromatic clouds in the sky, snow on the ranges around Smiggins, skiers, good and bad, on most of the skiable slopes surrounding that little settlement and S.B.W.'​s. The thrills and spills, prangs and bangs, cheers, laughter and general merrymaking was really ​something that had to be seen to be appreciated. A good solid afternoon'​s skiing and the crowd was beginning to realise that it was possible to ski from the top of a not-too-steep hill to the bottom without falling over in the process, but empty stomachs, cool winds and icy snows soon made them head for the hut. That night real chaos reigned supreme as fifteen bods prepared to settle in for the night. It was discovered, ​unfortunately ​too late, that the elbow joint of the pipe that carried the smoke from the old steel room-heater to the outer regions of the hut was missingSmoke poured into the hut. For a few minutes people tried to ignore ​it, but as it gradually grew worse it was found that the only way to obtain ​fresh air was to go outside for it, and oh boy, was it fresh! In the meantime a hessian bag was wrapped round the missing joint until something more suitable was found. For a few minutes things ​settled ​down again until the heat of the smoke sent the bag up in flames ​creating a shocking smell that sent all the inmates of the hut rushing for the doors and windows. In the middle of all this confusion in walked the secretary of the Ski Hut, Bernie. He stood and gaped for a few minutes, and before he too was overcome he asked for the person in charge. Dot was sought after, found, and duly introduced, but the conversation was of a very foreshortened nature as Dot could only stand in front of the poor chap weeping and wiping tears from her reddened eyes. Bernie fled at his earliest ​opportunity ​- lucky thing - and it was conveyed to the company ​of the hut on the following weekend by Jean Schoen that owing to their trials and tribulations with the stove they could have the hut for 3/6d. per person ​per night instead of the aforementioned sum. That same night Judy, Dot, Rona, Don and Ross all retired to the front seat of Bert's truck and there, wrapped in an eiderdown they sang away the hours whilst the hut belched forth its stinking smoke, and Bert effected repairs to the heater. It wasn't long before Doug joined them, and finding that all available space was taken up he rolled himself into Donnie'​s unzippered sleeping bag and stood on the running board of the truck, stuck his head, shoulders and as much else of his anatomy as was possible through the window and proceeded to sing songs he had learnt on his recent trip through England, Europe and Canada. A few minutes before the hut lights were due to be switched off, by a switch ​operated from Johnnie'​s ski tow, the truck dwellers repaired to bed, and so ended the first day with the full crowd at Kosciusko. 
-the hut. That night real chaos reigned supreme as fifteen bods prepared to settle in for the night. It was discovered, ​unfortunatel,​- ​too late, that the elbow joint of the nine that carried the smoke fro:', ​the old steel room-heater to the outer regions of the hut was missing Smoke poured into the hut. For a few minutes people tried to ignore ​'t, but as it gradually grew worse it was found that the only way to + 
-btain fresh air was to go outside for it, and oh boy, was it freshl n the meantime a hessian bag was wrapped round the missing joint Lntil something more suitable was found. For a few minutes things ​-ettled ​down again until the heat of the smoke sent the bag up in 21ames ​creating a shocking smell that sent all the inmates of the hut rushing for the doors and windows. In the middle of all this 'confusion in walked the secretary of the Ski Hut, Bernie. He stood and gaped for a few minutes, and before he too was overcome he asked for the person in charge. Dot was sought-after, found, and duly introduced, but the conversation was of a very foreshortened nature as Dot could only stand in front of the Poor chap weeping and wiping tears from her reddened eyes. Bernie fled at his earliest ​-cqoportunity ​- lucky thing - and it was conveyed to the company ​df the hut on the following weekend by Jean Schoen that owing to their trials and tribulations with the stove they could have,the hut for 3/6d. per nerson ​per night instead of the aforementioned sum. That same night Judy, Dot, Rona, Don and Ross all retired to the front seat of Bert's truck and there, wrapped in an eiderdown they sang away the hours whilst the hut belched forth its stinking smoke, and Bert effected repairs to the heater. It wasn't long before Doug joined them, and finding that all available space was taken up he rolled himself into Donnie'​s unzippered sleeping bag and stood on the running board of the truck, stuck his head, shoulders and as much else of his anatomy as was possible through the window and proceeded to sing songs he had learnt on his recent trip through England, Europe and Canada. A few minutes before the hut lights were due to be switched off, by a switcll ​operated from Johnnie'​s ski tow, the truck dwellers repaired to bed, and so ended the first day with the full crowd at Kosciusko. +Sunday was scheduled for the N.S.W. Langlaugh and Ski Jump Championships at Perisher, so after breakfast all the gear, along with the lunch and the kiddies, were piled into the truck and away went the crowd for a morning'​s ski-ing and an afternoon'​s entertainment. Although the jumps were not very long (judged by record standards), they were very beautifully executed. The longest jump, 28 metres, was recorded by K. Grumsurd of N.S.W. whole wife Yerva some of you might remember as she was once a prospective of this club. That afternoon ​Bert, Eric and young Richard climbed Perisher whilst the jumps were in progress. The next couple of days were spent ski-ing up round the C.S.I.R.O. hut where our crowd were given a wonderful welcome and plied with cups of coffee as soon as they went near the place. Monday afternoon after a typical picnic lunch beneath the snow gums, saw most of the crowd climbing Mt. Perisher for the wonderful view over to the Main Range, and then for an exhilerating run back down to the truck. 
-Sunday was scheduled for the N.S.W. Langlaugh and Ski Jump Championships at Perisher, so after breakfast all the gear, along wit the lunch and the kiddies, were piled into the truck and away went th; crowd for a morning'​s ski-ing and an afternoon'​s entertainment. Although the jumps were not very long (judged by record standards), they were very beautifully executed. The longest jump, 28 metres, was recorded by K. Grumsurd of N.S.W. whole wife Yerva some of you might remember as she was once a prospective of this club. That aftc:i. noon Bert, Eric and young Richard climbed Perisher whilst the jumps were in progress. The next couple of days were spent ski-ing up round the C.S.I.R.O. hut where our crowd were given a wonderful welcome and plied with cups of coffee as soon as they went near the place. Monday afternoon after a typical picnic lunch beneath the snow gums, saw most of the crowd climbing Mt. Perisher for the wonderful view over to the Main Range, and then for an exhilerating run back down to the truck. + 
-(TO BE CONTINUED..) +(To be continued...) 
-.m + 
-Best wishes to Molly Gallard and Bill Rodgers, married at Christ Church, Bexley, on 2tith November. Their new address will be Killara. +---- 
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--4120,​14,​41k +Best wishes to Molly Gallard and Bill Rodgers, married at Christ Church, Bexley, on 27th November. Their new address will be Killara. 
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-COLLAPSIBLE ALUMINIUM CUPS ARE USELESS THINGS, but PADDY has some.+===== Paddy Made===== 
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 +Collapsible aluminium cups are useless things, but Paddy has some. 
 For those misguided folk who think they are good they cam in a little aluminium box 5/9d. the lot. How about giving one to your Ma-in-law for Christmas. For those misguided folk who think they are good they cam in a little aluminium box 5/9d. the lot. How about giving one to your Ma-in-law for Christmas.
 +
 But some of Paddy'​s new Christmas stock of aluminium is good, such as :- But some of Paddy'​s new Christmas stock of aluminium is good, such as :-
-Tea infusers on a chain Screw top jars 
-ti 17 glass lined 
-Pic-nic boxes (motorists and such like only) 
-Several other lines would mahe excellent gifts to your motorist friends. 
-Don't Delay, 
-Christmas Day 
-Is On the Way. 
-GOOD LUCK FOLKS FOR CHRISTMAS AND TEE COMING YEAR. 
-2/3d. 4/6d. 7/3d. 
-16/6d. 
-PADDY' PAWN 
-Lightweight Camp Gear 
-201 CASTLE REAGH St SYDNEY 
-M2678 
  
 +|Tea infusers on a chain|2/​3d.|
 +|Screw top jars|4/6d.|
 +|Screw top jars glass lined|7/​3d.|
 +|Pic-nic boxes (motorists and such like only)|16/​6d.|
 +
 +Several other lines would make excellent gifts to your motorist friends.
 +
 +Don't Delay, Christmas Day Is On the Way.
 +
 +Good luck folks for Christmas and the coming year.
 +
 +Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
 +
 +201 Castlereagh St., Sydney. M2678.
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