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- | FEDERATION | + | =====Federation Report, October |
- | Mr.Norman Allen has accepted the post of Secty.to Search & Rescue. | + | |
- | It was reported that Messrs.Allen and Cattier | + | Mr.Norman Allen has accepted the post of __Secty. to Search & Rescue.__ |
- | A Bushfirt_fislliLLIcacp_ | + | |
- | Norman Allen is anxious to finalise the list of volunteers for the Bushfire tins Squad for Crown Reserves in the Shire of Sutherland Already emergencies have.arisen. Action on the letter sent out recently is urgently required. | + | It was reported that Messrs. Allen and Cottier |
- | The | + | |
- | Oct. 5th, waa declared a great success. Although there was only a | + | __A Bushfire Fighting Practice__ |
- | small profit, the function will prove its worth by bringing a better | + | |
- | spirit of co-operation amongst the Clubs. The Committee has already booked the Rainbow Room for the 1956 Ball to be held on SatOct.6th, | + | Norman Allen is anxious to finalise the list of volunteers for the __Bushfire Fighting Squad__ |
- | 6. | + | |
- | Barrington | + | __The |
- | proposal for a National Park in this area. This includes a nap of a new proposal from. the Northern Park and Playgrounds Movement showing | + | |
- | a plan very close to that supplied by the Federation. | + | __Barrington |
- | Messrs.Moppett and Strom had a conference with Messrs.B.U.Byles and | + | |
- | A. Richards of the Forestry Commission regarding control of Barringtol | + | Messrs. Moppett and Strom had a conference with Messrs. B.U.Byles and A. Richards of the Forestry Commission regarding control of Barrington |
- | and National Parks in general. It now seems possible that the | + | |
- | Forestry Commission may be of assistance in securing the passage of a National Parks Act through the State Legislature. | + | __Conference |
- | Conference | + | |
- | the full agenda was not completed. In addition certain matters were passed over to a special committee for report. A follow-up | + | __Wombeyan Caves:__ Following receipt of a letter from the Speleological Society regarding mining of Marble on the Wombeyan Caves Reserve, the area was visited and the proposed site for the quarry inspected. The Tourist Bureau is opposing the granting of a licence. Federation will support this protest, and also seek further information regarding knowledge of the distribution of the caves through the reserve. |
- | III2skaln!Lats: Following receipt of a letter from the Speleological Society regarding mining of Marble on the Wombeyan Caves Reserve, the area was visited and the proposed site fox; the quarry inspected. The Tourist Bureau is opposing the granting of a licence. Federation will support this protest, and also seek further information regarding knowledge of the distribution of the caves through the reserve. | + | |
- | The Department of Mines is coming under fire from Conservation bodies also, in these places... | + | __The Department of Mines__ |
- | 1. Bungonia Gorge...we have not yet succeeded in preventing further | + | |
- | m.ining | + | 1. __Bungonia Gorge__...we have not yet succeeded in preventing further |
- | 2. Bouddi | + | |
- | 3. maos.2w4.2112._12122-Lapla...The | + | 2. __Bouddi |
- | No further news has so far been received regarding a proposal to | + | |
- | establish a Rifle Range on the " | + | 3. __Muogamarra Sanctuary__...The |
- | THE ROSSO. | + | |
- | The Rosso is an animal with appetite collosso, | + | No further news has so far been received regarding a proposal to establish a Rifle Range on the " |
- | Of height and size monstrosso and energy preposso. | + | |
- | He likes to spend his party time consuming sizzled sauso, | + | ---- |
- | And joining others of his kind in getting rather wasso. | + | |
- | We want to wish him all the best for all the years that folio; In health and wealth and happiness may he always wallo. | + | =====The Rosso.===== |
- | May he travel right around the globe like an enterprising swallo, And never, never may his food repesito | + | |
+ | The Rosso is an animal with appetite collosso,\\ | ||
+ | Of height and size monstrosso and energy preposso.\\ | ||
+ | He likes to spend his party time consuming sizzled sauso,\\ | ||
+ | And joining others of his kind in getting rather wasso.\\ | ||
+ | We want to wish him all the best for all the years that follo;\\ | ||
+ | In health and wealth and happiness may he always wallo.\\ | ||
+ | May he travel right around the globe like an enterprising swallo,\\ | ||
+ | And never, never may his food repesite | ||
(Pat and Ian). | (Pat and Ian). | ||
- | Rosso sits moodily mumbling his beard and brooding over his lost | + | |
- | youth. And why? Because having just turned 21 he.has had to put childish things. His final gesture was a Sausage Sizzle'which | + | ---- |
- | occupied the week-end of 8th-9th October.Highlights of the party were | + | |
+ | Rosso sits moodily mumbling his beard and brooding over his lost youth. And why? Because having just turned 21 he has had to put away childish things. His final gesture was a Sausage Sizzle which occupied the week-end of 8th-9th October. Highlights of the party were: | ||
So many vehicles parked outside as to suggest a Lord Mayor' | So many vehicles parked outside as to suggest a Lord Mayor' | ||
- | LEICA | + | |
- | PHOTO | + | Ross almost swooning with pleasure at the sight of his presents. |
- | SERVICE | + | |
- | PHOTOGRAPHY ! ? I | + | Vigorous performance of " |
- | You press the button, well do the rest t | + | |
- | 31 Macquarie Place | + | |
- | SYDNEY N.S.W. | + | |
- | Finegrain | + | |
- | Developing | + | |
- | Sparkling | + | |
- | Prints | + | |
- | Perfect | + | |
- | Enlargements | + | |
- | Your | + | |
- | Rollfilms | + | |
- | or | + | |
- | Leica films | + | |
- | deserve the | + | |
- | best SERVICE | + | |
- | Ross almost swooning with pleasure at the sight of his presents. Vigorous performance of " | + | |
Colin the Sausage Saver hurling sausages out of an area of flame - straight into the fire. | Colin the Sausage Saver hurling sausages out of an area of flame - straight into the fire. | ||
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The tables of dreamy delicious savories prepared by Ross's mother. | The tables of dreamy delicious savories prepared by Ross's mother. | ||
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Patient parents organising everyone' | Patient parents organising everyone' | ||
- | Garth' | + | |
+ | Garth' | ||
Corpses a-plenty littering the landscape next a.m. | Corpses a-plenty littering the landscape next a.m. | ||
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A querulous Snow awaking from his snooze under the clothes hoist at 9 a.m and calling on Hughie to turn out the light, and Hughie promptly obliging. | A querulous Snow awaking from his snooze under the clothes hoist at 9 a.m and calling on Hughie to turn out the light, and Hughie promptly obliging. | ||
- | Geoffo reading "The 13 Clocks" | + | |
- | The final freeze in the Cronulla surf and the mob getting dressed | + | Geoffo reading "The 13 Clocks" |
- | a ground-sheet. (Tut tut Betty; come back here with Peter' | + | |
- | 8. | + | The final freeze in the Cronulla surf and the mob getting dressed |
- | GONE TO EARTH | + | |
- | 114 | + | =====Gone To Earth.===== |
- | Keith Renwick. | + | |
- | With a lurch we were off at last heading south on the Melbourne Express. The time was 7,30 p.m, on Thursday, 18th August, and our destination was Hobart where we were to join the Hobart Walking Club and Tasmanian Caverneering Club's trip to Hastings Caves for Aug,20-2. En route were Dot Butler, Garth Coulter and Keith. Renwick, and the trip was far from uneventful. First of all, in trying to pull a lp:ag down from the luggage rack I almost stabbed a New Australian girl opposite with an ice axe. Then the young mother with two small childr, | + | - Keith Renwick. |
- | was about to deposit Garth' | + | |
- | timel" "set ees all right," | + | With a lurch we were off at last heading south on the Melbourne Express. The time was 7,30 p.m. on Thursday, 18th August, and our destination was Hobart where we were to join the Hobart Walking Club and Tasmanian Caverneering Club's trip to Hastings Caves for Aug. 20-21. En route were Dot Butler, Garth Coulter and Keith Renwick, and the trip was far from uneventful. First of all, in trying to pull a bag down from the luggage rack I almost stabbed a New Australian girl opposite with an ice axe. Then the young mother with two small children |
- | Garth and I slept in the corridor during the night. "Ybuse guys | + | |
- | are takin, a bituva risk, aintcha?" | + | Garth and I slept in the corridor during the night. "Youse guys are takin' |
- | best Old English. "A guy got his skull kicked in only last week." | + | |
- | After a flying (or running) tour of 'Melbourne we flew to Hobart, there to be met by Fay Peterson, Mr. Peterson and Melva Stocks. A 4yectic | + | After a flying (or running) tour of Melbourne we flew to Hobart, there to be met by Fay Peterson, Mr. Peterson and Melva Stocks. A hectic |
- | I still wonder | + | |
- | too muchof | + | The weather was cloudy and overcast, but the occasional views of snow-capped peaks like Picton and the Hartz Mts. thrilled us no end. Eventually the bus stopped for a few minutes and we got out to stretch |
- | The weather was cloudy and overcast, but the occasional views of snow-.capped peaks like Picton and the Nartz Mts. thrilled us no end. Eventually the bus stopped for a few minutes and we got out to stret('' | + | |
- | Back down the track a bit and off a few hundred yards to the side we came to the main interest of the afternoon, the King George Caves. A small unimposing hole in the ground leads down a wire laddE to a mudslide and a passageway. This eventually leads to the main chamber about 20 ft. high by 20 ft. wide with a large red and white tooth-like stalactite hanging from the centre. Through this runs a small creek. There were some nice formations off in side grottos. | + | Back down the track a bit and off a few hundred yards to the side we came to the main interest of the afternoon, the King George Caves. A small unimposing hole in the ground leads down a wire ladder |
- | 9. | + | |
- | IMPORTANT TRANSPORT NOTICE | + | |
- | BUSHWALKERS REQUIRING TRANSPORT | + | |
- | il | + | |
- | FROM BLACKHEATH. .ANY HOUR | + | |
- | RINI, WRITE OR CALL . | + | |
- | SIEDLECKY' | + | |
- | 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 LATE1 | + | |
- | ' | + | |
- | OR BOOK AT MARK SALON RADIO SHOP -, OPPOSITE STATION. | + | |
- | and even Dot was duly impressed - less mud and no blowflies like Bungonia. Lots of photos were taken of all, sorts of odd things. Passages were explored and wetas and spiders collected, Lots of | + | |
- | people think caves are dead, but far from it. First of all we found | + | |
- | wetas - brown grasshopper-like creatures which abound in some sections of caves. They live off small flies and insects which wande- | + | |
- | in, and off the vegetation which grows round the entrance. Hunting | + | |
- | wetas is quite a sport as they jump considerable distances and if | + | |
- | you're not quick you can chase them quite a way, The spider we founr7 | + | |
- | Sydney. Nearby was a hole in the mud which could have been its home. We finally enticed him into a kodachrome tin. While we concentrated | + | |
- | on photos and collecting insects, some ethers | + | |
We left about 4 or 5 p.m. and walked back to camp for tea. Snow-capped Adams Peak, under which the caves are situated, was now clothed in mist and the rain had set in, but undaunted Dot, Garth, and some of the others went for a swim in the thermal pool. Then after tea we had a good fire and sing-song till bed time. | We left about 4 or 5 p.m. and walked back to camp for tea. Snow-capped Adams Peak, under which the caves are situated, was now clothed in mist and the rain had set in, but undaunted Dot, Garth, and some of the others went for a swim in the thermal pool. Then after tea we had a good fire and sing-song till bed time. | ||
- | Next morning dawned dull and cloudy, but fined up later when | + | |
- | Dot and Garth,who went for a walk to see some of the sountryside, | + | Next morning dawned dull and cloudy, but fined up later when Dot and Garth, who went for a walk to see some of the countryside, reached the coast. The views of the mountains were terrific, and they both raved about the crystal clear Lune river. They went for a swim in the South Polar Sea and then had the nerve to say it was warm. The rest of us went up to the Newdegate or tourist cave which was the start of our trip to-day. To enable some to get ahead and start operations with the wire ladder, a group of us went through the tourist section of the cave which is indeed very well got up and conducted. You are even allowed to take photos. By this time the operations had got underway with the ladder. |
- | reached the coast. The views of the mountains were terrific, and they both raved about the crystal clear Lune river. They went for a swim in the South Polar Sea and then had the nerve to say it was warm. The rest of us went up to the Newdegate or tourist cave which was the start of our trip to-day. To enable some to get ahead and start | + | |
- | 10. | + | Leaving the tourist track at its lowest part you climb down a bit of a drop, cross a mudslide and come to a small squeezeway or passage. This is the beginning of the 75 ft. tunnel which was originally blocked solid with sticky, slimy mud, but by dint of three years' hard work by the Tas. Caverneering Club it has been dug out large enough to crawl through. It is not straight either, twisting and turning, up and down. This crawl eventually emerges into the Binney Cave, named after the Governor of Tasmania who, at the age of 70 odd, came in with the Caverneers to inspect the new find. A medium sized cavern, it has a big sloping mud pile with an oven at the top and a pool of water at the bottom. Great numbers of stalactites and mysteries hang from the walls and roof, and a lot of time was spent photographing them. Another small squeezeway, in which we ate lunch, and we were perched on the drop into the Mystery Chamber - one of the most interesting yet found. Getting 25 bods 60 ft. down the wire ladder of course took time, but we eventually made it, and what a sight! The roof hung with myriads of mysteries of all conceivable |
- | operations with the wire ladder, a group of us went through the | + | |
- | tourist section of the cave which is indeed very well got up and | + | While we waited for the last of the bods to appear from the cave and for the bus to arrive to pick us up we had a snack to eat at the end of the road, borralooloo sandwich being by far the favourite. |
- | conducted. You are even allowed to take photos. By this time the operations had got underway with the ladder. | + | |
- | Leaving the tourist track at its lowest part you climb down a bit of a drop, cross a mudslide and come to a small squeezeway or | + | ---- |
- | passage. This is the beginning of the 75 ft. tunnel which was originally blocked solid with sticky, slimy mud, but by dint of three | + | |
- | years' hard work by the Tas0 Caverneering Club it has been dug out | + | __The Children's Xmas Treat__ |
- | large enough to crawl through. It is not straight either, twisting and turning, up and down. This crawl eventually emerges into the | + | |
- | Binney Cave, named after the Governor of Tasmania who, at the age of | + | ---- |
- | 70 odd, came in with the Caverneers to inspect the new find. A medium sized cavern, it has a big sloping mud pile with an oven at the top and a pool of water at the bottom. Great numbers of stalactites and mysteries hang from the walls and roof, and a lot of time was spent photographing them. Another small squeezeway, in which we ate lunch, and we were perched on the drop into the Mystery Chamber - one of the most interesting yet found. Getting 25 bods 60 ft6 down the wire ladder of course took time, but we eventually made it, and what a sight: The roof hung with myriads of mysteries of all con- | + | |
- | ceivable | + | =====Winter Holiday In Tasmania.===== |
- | hangs like a straw for about 4 ft., then half-way along itEhoots | + | |
- | the date?" To which they should reply, the 21st0 "Oh thank you," | + | |
- | replies the caverneer, "We thought it was the 23rd." Upon which he would disappear back down the squeezeway. | + | |
- | While we waited for the last of the bods to appear from the cave and for the bus to arrive to pick us up we had a snack to eat at the | + | |
- | end of the road, borralooloo sandwich being by far the favourite. | + | |
- | rum. (Borralooloo | + | |
- | the way through9 | + | |
- | leg of our trip, after an extremely pleasant and interesting week-end, with thanks to the Hobart Walking Club and Hobart Caverneering Club. | + | |
- | TEE CHILDREN'S XMAS TREAT will be held this year on 4th DECEMBER, at Davidson Park, St T17es. Would all those intending to go please ring Jenny Madden (WL5317) to let her know how many children you are taking, and whether you need, or could give transport to others, from Pymble. station. | + | |
- | Keith had organised the trip, and in the Club those who weren' | + | |
- | Barrier Reef? Don't forget your waterproof pants. Do you know how | + | |
- | it rains down there? Take your water wings. They' | + | |
- | Well, let me tell you all about it, lest you begin to think in terms of wholesale discomfort and shivering misery. It rained all right - and it snowed and it sleeted aad it blizzarded and it bleT a holiday so wet we might have been excused for growing a coating I | + | |
- | moss on the south side, but that only happens to stones that have stopped rolling and we hardly stopped once. The only personal fungus really worthy of mention was what Garth grew on his face over a peril) | + | |
- | of 12 days, and which graced his manly beauty all the way back to | + | |
- | Sydney as no opportunity (and no razor) presented itself to shave. | + | |
- | Arriving at Cradle 'Nt. Reserve about sundown on the Monday after | + | |
- | our week-end with the Hobart Caverneers, all prepared to camp in a shed or in Snow's tent (too bad he had forgotten to bring his tent pegs), we were cordially greeted by Mac the Ranger, who said Waldhe' | + | |
- | chalet was vacant and we could stay there for 8/6 a night. Thus, | + | |
- | whatever the days might bring forth, we were assured of dry warm nights. This was a great thing, but even greater was the deep sense Of comradeship that permeated all our days at Waldheim | + | |
- | comradeship that fills you with a warmth that physical cold can't touch. (There I'm quoting Geoffo, who always says these things so | + | |
- | much better than I could myself). When the time came for us to go | + | |
- | our separate ways we each experienced an indescribable sense of desolation, like finding your arm or /*our leg cut off. Snow nearly | + | |
- | cried. | + | |
- | Well, there we were, all snugly ensconsed in the Chalet. Built of rough hewn native timber, Waldheim fits as naturally into its surroundings as grey lichen on a rock. Each year its aging frame leans a little closer towards the earth which is its home. Some da7, perhaps soon, it will fall to pieces, but when it has become one wit :L the dark mould of the beech forest floor we will think of it as of e dear dead friend.......Wo slept with our mattresses on the floor in front of a big fire and dreamed of what tomorrow might bring forth. | + | |
- | Up at 6.30. Snow lit the kitchen range. We had breakfast, cut lunches, and were away by 8.30 bound for Cradle Mountain-. We trampcalong muddy tracks in shifting mist and low cloud, and over huge snor, | + | |
- | 11. | + | |
- | WINTER HOLIDAY | + | |
- | IN TASMANIA | + | |
- Dot Butler | - Dot Butler | ||
- | " | + | |
- | 12. | + | Keith had organised the trip, and in the Club those who weren' |
- | dl-ifts 30 ft, deep from which we could see a gleam of lakes in the distance. We practiced cutting steps up snow slopes at steep angles and kicking up and down snow faces and over a cornice, Keith knew | + | |
- | all the tricks and Garth was pretty to watch, but Snow, new to all this, was like a gawky young puppy. As we approached Kitchen Hut | + | Well, let me tell you all about it, lest you begin to think in terms of wholesale discomfort and shivering misery. It rained all right - and it snowed and it sleeted and it blizzarded and it blew a holiday so wet we might have been excused for growing a coating of moss on the south side, but that only happens to stones that have stopped rolling and we hardly stopped once. The only personal fungus really worthy of mention was what Garth grew on his face over a period of 12 days, and which graced his manly beauty all the way back to Sydney as no opportunity (and no razor) presented itself to shave. |
- | all we saw of it was the chimney poking through the drift, Snow | + | |
- | gambolled ahead and with great exuberance dropped himself down the chimney. The next thing we hear is a wail from down under the snow, | + | Arriving at Cradle Mt. Reserve about sundown on the Monday after our week-end with the Hobart Caverneers, all prepared to camp in a shed or in Snow's tent (too bad he had forgotten to bring his tent pegs), we were cordially greeted by Mac the Ranger, who said Waldheim chalet was vacant and we could stay there for 8/6 a night. Thus, whatever the days might bring forth, we were assured of dry warm nights. This was a great thing, but even greater was the deep sense of comradeship that permeated all our days at Waldheim - the sort comradeship that fills you with a warmth that physical cold can't touch. (There I'm quoting Geoffo, who always says these things so much better than I could myself). When the time came for us to go our separate ways we each experienced an indescribable sense of desolation, like finding your arm or your leg cut off. Snow nearly cried. |
- | "I can't get gut;" We dragged him out, and as it was only 11 o'cloci | + | |
- | decided to go and climb Little Horn, a sharp splinter of rock | + | Well, there we were, all snugly ensconsed in the Chalet. Built of rough hewn native timber, Waldheim fits as naturally into its surroundings as grey lichen on a rock. Each year its aging frame leans a little closer towards the earth which is its home. Some day, perhaps soon, it will fall to pieces, but when it has become one with the dark mould of the beech forest floor we will think of it as of a dear dead friend....... We slept with our mattresses on the floor in front of a big fire and dreamed of what tomorrow might bring forth. |
- | separated by a gap from the north east end of Cradle Mt. For a couplr | + | |
- | of hours we wallowed waist deep through snow which lay lightly on thr, low scrub at the base of Cradle. Imagine a howling gale, a snow | + | Up at 6.30. Snow lit the kitchen range. We had breakfast, cut lunches, and were away by 8.30 bound for Cradle Mountain. We tramped along muddy tracks in shifting mist and low cloud, and over huge snow drifts 30 ft. deep from which we could see a gleam of lakes in the distance. We practiced cutting steps up snow slopes at steep angles and kicking up and down snow faces and over a cornice. Keith knew all the tricks and Garth was pretty to watch, but Snow, new to all this, was like a gawky young puppy. As we approached Kitchen Hut all we saw of it was the chimney poking through the drift. Snow gambolled ahead and with great exuberance dropped himself down the chimney. The next thing we hear is a wail from down under the snow, "I can't get out!" We dragged him out, and as it was only 11 o'clock decided to go and climb Little Horn, a sharp splinter of rock separated by a gap from the north east end of Cradle Mt. For a couple |
- | storm, and us, all aiming for the one target. It was a tie; we all reached the gap at the same time. Wow: We put our heads down and | + | |
- | made all haste for the sheltered lee of Cradle. Here we ate our lunch, standing up, stamping our wet feet in the snow trying to warm | + | There were photographs to be taken while the sun lit up the snowy peaks and shining lakes, then the mist came sweeping over and we began the descent. We had great fun glissading down the steep snow slopes, and so back to Kitchen hut. Inside the hut Keith had worn a deep circular track in the snow that had drifted inside, |
- | them up. Although it didn't look far to the summit of Little Horn we decided we were too wet and cold and uncomfortable for any more, so wallowed back to Kitchen. " | + | |
- | about faced and headed for Cradle again. Only Keith was a bit dubious about all this, and when we started the familiar sinking-tothe-waist progression all over again he decided he had had enough so returned to Hitchen | + | That night we fed well, then sat in front of a big fire, our wet clothes draped all around to dry out, and listened while Garth read what was to be our nightly serial - "The Day of the Triffids." |
- | now had to kick steps up the snow couloir. The summit ridge was wel2 plastered, and on the sheltered side of the mountain were deep snow faces. We swung along with rising excitement, and at last reached the summit cairn, "Wells," said Garth, quoting Hillary, "We knocked the bastard off," Said I, continuing the quotation, "The occasion seems to call for more than a formal handshake," | + | |
- | There were photographs to be taken while the sun lit up the snowy peaks and shining lakes, then the mist came sweeping over end we began the descent. We had great fun glissading down the steep snow slopes, and so back to Kitchen hut. Inside the hut Keith had worn a deep circular track in the snow that had drifted inside, | + | Next day we were hit by a low, despite a favourable weather forecast. We looked out the kitchen window to see Mac's wallabies patiently bearing the continuous rain and wind, but we stayed inside and set our hands to some fancy cooking. Keith made a super chocolate icing cake, I made a couple of baked puddings, and Snow's piece de resistance was a marvellous piece of conglomerate called Foo Chow. But after a late breakfast could we do it justice? It seemed a pity to have no appetite for all this luxury food, but it also seemed a pity to go out for some exercise and get our only outdoor clothes drenched again after spending all night drying them out. The problem was solved for me by putting on my boots and Speedo swim costume and hurtling |
- | for this party; we had everything. Did we need rice and cabbage | + | |
- | for Snow's Foo Chow - it was there. Did we need celery, | + | Looking out the window hopefully next morning what do we see? More rain, wind and falling snow. But did that deter us after yesterday' |
- | 13. | + | |
- | That night we fed well, then sat in front of a big fire, our wet clothes draped all around to dry out, and listened while Garth read what was to be our nightly serial - "The Day of the Triffids." | + | At Kitchen hut we again got into an area of wind which dispersed the mist somewhat and encouraged us to continue on towards the cirque and Barn Bluff. We battled along, knee deep in drifts at the base of Cradle, which looked huge and like the West Peak of Earnslaw (NZ) through the driving snow. The wind, now risen to gale force, came shouting at our backs, pushing us along and filling the air with icy drift. " |
- | 4 Outside the possums scuffled about in the brown damp leaves, the moo, stole over the snowy stillness, and when at length it peeped through the skylight it saw us all sound asleep in front of the fire. | + | |
- | Next day we were hit by a low, despite a favourable weather forecast, We looked out the kitchen window to see Mac's wallabies patiently bearing the continuous rain and wind, but we stayed inside and set our hands to some fancy cooking. Keith madela:super chocolate icing cake, I made a couple of baked puddings, and Snow's piece de resistance was a marvellous piece of conglomerate called Foo Chow, But after a late breakfast could we do it justice? It seemed a pity to have no appetite for all this luxury food, but it also seemed a pity to go out for SOMB exercise and get our only outdoor clothes drenched again after spending all night drying them out. The problem was solved for me by putting on my boots and Speedo swim costume and hurtling | + | Back in the comparative calm of the Kitchen flat, somewhat chastened by our experience in the storm, we hardly felt like eating. Waldheim was calling... hot baths! warm fires! dry clothes! Ah.... The late sun shivered through a break in the scudding clouds as we slopped our way back, water trickling down between singlet and skin, sodden pants clinging to our knees and making walking difficult. We wriggled our toes in the icy mush inside our boots. Being dry was hardly a memory now. We side-tracked to have a look at Crater Lake. We were having a little argument with Snow as to whether you could get wetter than wet, and Garth was getting all technical about detergents. Snow didn't think it was possible. As he gesticulated to drive home his point he slipped and fell into the lake. He emerged the colour of pummice. Whether he was wetter than wet he didn't say, but I guess he was cold. He shot off like a rocket for home and a hot bath. We followed, and before long we were savouring the luxury of being warm and dry. Garth, Snow and I read out alternate chapters of our serial till tea time (that was the night we had stuffed grouse and baked vegetables), |
- | Looking out the window hopefully next morning what do we see? More rain, wind and falling snow, But did that deter us after yesterday' | + | |
- | followed our faintly showing tracks of the preceeding days, being | + | We awoke at 8 or 9 a.m. Snowing and high wind, We left late - about 11 - but that didn't worry us; we felt by now we had got the measure of the weather - bad in the mornings tending to clear by midday. Mac had given us the key and rowlocks of the boat at Dove Lake. We clambered round the walls of the flooded boathouse and inside to find the boat half submerged. We put things |
- | grateful to Garth for having sunk in so deep and so often, thus verifying the route, Occasional glimpses of snow poles also helped. | + | |
- | At Kitchen hut we again got into an area of wind which dispersed the mist somewhat and encouraged us to continue on towards the cirque and Barn Bluff. We battled along, knee deep in drifts at the base of Cradle, which looked huge and like the West Peak of Earnslaw (NZ) through the driving snow. The wind, now risen to gale force, came shouting at our backs, pushing us along and filling the air with icy drift. " | + | What a country of contrasts this is. Leaving the cold and gusty lake shore we entered a dense beech forest - a world of utter silence where the only sound was the muffled plop of snow falling from burdened branches. We emerged from the deep timber and there were the rocks of Little Horn, and there again were the wind, sleet and snow. We had a really super climb up a crisp snow couloir lying at a very steep angle between black fangs of rock. There were magnificent views from the summit, but there were also frustrated |
- | hood the nostrils thawed out and we fought our way back, half | + | |
- | blinded, our parkas and ground | + | And now we' |
- | Back in the comparative calm of the Kitchen flat, somewhat | + | |
- | 14. | + | We had given up expecting fine weather, so were pleasantly surprised when we woke late on Saturday morning to a reasonably calm day. We got out to Kitchen about 12 o' |
- | chastened by our experience in the storm, we hardly felt like eating Waldheim was calling...hot baths 1 warm fires; dry clothes; Ah. The late sun shivered through a break in the scudding clouds as we slopped our way back, water trickling down between singlet and skin, sodden pants clinging to our knees and making walking difficult. We wriggled our toes in the icy mush inside our boots. Being dry was hardly a memory now, We side-tracked to have a look at Crater Lake: We were having a little argument with Snow as to whether you could get wetter than wet, and Garth was getting all technical about deturgents. Snow didn't think it was possible. As he gesticulated | + | |
- | to drive home his point he slipped and fell into the lake. He | + | A lovely day. Ours the joy of climbing to a mountain top, to gaze out over a world of wonder and delight; to dream unutterable things and try to put them in words; to feel the fresh keen air in our faces and the blood tingling warmly in our veins..... We returned to Waldheim |
- | emerged the colour of pummice. Whether he was wetter than wet he | + | |
- | didn't say, but I guess he was cold. He shot off like a rocket for | + | |
- | home and a hot bath. We followed, and before long we were savouring the luxury of being warm and dry. Garth, Snow and I read out alternate chapters of our serial till tea time (that was the night we had stuffed grouse and baked vegetables), | + | |
- | so sat talking till 1 aom. | + | |
- | We awoke at 8 or 9 a.m. Snowing and high wind, We left late - | + | |
- | about 11 - but that didn't worry us; we felt by now we had got the measure of the weather - bad in the mornings tending to clear by midday. Mac had given us the key and rowlocks of the boat at Dove Lake, We clambered round the walls of the flooded boathouse and inside to find the boat half submerged. We put things | + | |
- | we opened them to say Gee wasn't this great, With all these hazard | + | |
- | laughing heartily. Gee, we thought, that was a good one, but this | + | |
- | is hardly the place for parlour tricks. However it was unintentional - a loose rowlock had cast him forth thus. Peering through the falling snow we saw the white rail of the landing stage and managed to get there and tie the boat up. | + | |
- | What a country of contrasts this is. Leaving the cold and gust lake shore we entered a dense beech forest - a world of utter silence where the only sound was the muffled plop of snow falling from burdened branches, We emerged from the deep timber and there were the rocks of Little Horn, and there again were the wind, sleet and snow, We had a really super climb up a crisp snow couloir lying at a very steep angle between black fangs of rock. There | + | |
- | were magnificent views from the summit, but there were also frustrat ed photographers as it was too dull for colour, | + | |
- | And now weTre coming down again and on the homeward run, We took a slightly different return route, following a little stream | + | |
- | 15. | + | |
- | strong with winter, which tumbled along its rocky course under its beech tree canopy, and so back to the windy lake. Our morning' | + | |
- | 4 | + | |
- | We had given up expecting fine weather, so were pleasantly surprised when we woke late on Saturday morning to a reasonably calm day. We got out to Kitchen about 12 o' | + | |
- | A lovely day. Ours the joy of climbing to a mountain top, to gaze out over a world of wonder and delight; to dream unutterable things and try to put them in words; to feel the fresh keen air in our faces and the blood tingling warmly in our veins.....We returned to waldheim | + | |
And there we met Gawd. | And there we met Gawd. | ||
- | He had just come up for the week-end. Gawd was a depressing type to whom the world was weary, flat, stale and uninspiring. The corners of his mouth drooped in a cureless pessimism. His every word was a blasphemy. He said Pah he wouldn' | ||
- | And now it's Sunday - our last day. We plan to climb Barn Bluff and be back to catch a taxi out to Sheffield at 6 porn. Gawd said, " | ||
- | 0 | ||
- | 16. | + | He had just come up for the week-end. Gawd was a depressing type to whom the world was weary, flat, stale and uninspiring. The corners of his mouth drooped in a cureless pessimism. His every word was a blasphemy. He said Pah he wouldn' |
- | It in. But of course Snow was right, and When by a miracle the mist | + | |
- | suddenly lifted there we were standing right at the base of Barn Bluff which towered above us like a mighty castle. | + | And now it's Sunday - our last day. We plan to climb Barn Bluff and be back to catch a taxi out to Sheffield at 6 p.m. Gawd said, " |
- | We had a little bit of everything on that climb, even-ice faces, | + | |
- | up which Garth led and cut' | + | We had a little bit of everything on that climb, even ice faces, up which Garth led and cut steps for us. So to the summit. It was now a perfectly fine day - the map of the reserve lay spread before us in all its topographical detail. Garth strode |
- | before us in all its topographical detail. Garth strode | + | |
- | At last we left the top and mbed and slid and glissaded down again. It was now late afternoon. Behind Barn Bluff mighty | + | At last we left the top and climbed |
- | I have had my invitation to this world' | + | |
- | My eyes have seen and my ears have heard | + | 'I have had my invitation to this world' |
+ | and so my life has been blessed;\\ | ||
+ | My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.....' | ||
"Well, It's been a wonderful party," | "Well, It's been a wonderful party," | ||
- | "I know, said Snow, and over the glowing hills his eager young | ||
- | voice rang out, "Thank you Hughie for a glorious day." | ||
- | Back to Waldheim in time to have a hot bath, some tea, and be | + | "I know," said Snow, and over the glowing hills his eager young voice rang out, "Thank you Hughie for a glorious day." |
- | packed up ready for the taxi which arrived at 6. We carried our | + | |
- | gear down and stowed it in the boot, aid ourselves and ice axes inside. We turned, round for one last look at Waldheim, (" | + | Back to Waldheim in time to have a hot bath, some tea, and be packed up ready for the taxi which arrived at 6. We carried our gear down and stowed it in the boot, and ourselves and ice axes inside. We turned round for one last look at Waldheim, (" |
- | Good-bye.....Good-bye.... | + | |
- | LETTER FROM SNOW IN TASMANIA | + | ---- |
- | Dear Geoff 0, Judy, Bushwalkers and Bono, | + | |
- | I followed up two days behind Keith, Dot and Garth. The worst thing that happened was I left my camera behind when I changed into the Spirit of Progress at Albury. Discovered my loss in Melbourne | + | =====Letter From Snow In Tasmania.===== |
- | and spent half the day on the telephone tracking it down. Arranged | + | |
- | to have it sent on to Sheffield. Good plane trip over to Tassi. Got train to Western Junction and arrived just as the others got in from' Hobart. Packs, skiis, stocks, ice axes and 4 huge cases of foodl Are we going to eat all that? On the train we pushed all the food Into our packs, then found Keith' | + | |
- | recess. "Leave it in the passageWay," | + | |
Waldheim Chalet | Waldheim Chalet | ||
- | 17, The young guard came in to talk to us. He likes his job, "You | + | |
- | meet such beaut people - like you," he says. That means us. | + | Dear Geoffo, Judy, Bushwalkers and Bono, |
- | "I suppose you never get train sick," said Dot. "Not me," says he "But one of our boofay girls gets sick every time she travels on | + | |
- | this train; she's too loose in the bogy; you feel her give every | + | I followed up two days behind Keith, Dot and Garth. The worst thing that happened was I left my camera behind when I changed into the Spirit of Progress at Albury. Discovered my loss in Melbourne and spent half the day on the telephone tracking it down. Arranged to have it sent on to Sheffield. Good plane trip over to Tassi. Got train to Western Junction and arrived just as the others got in from Hobart. Packs, skiis, stocks, ice axes and 4 huge cases of food! Are we going to eat all that? On the train we pushed all the food into our packs, then found Keith' |
- | time you change down." I must have looked surprised, because Dot nudged me and muttered, " | + | |
- | We got out at Sheffield and loaded everything into our taxi. We made a few purchases at the shops, then headed for Cradle Reserve. The driver said they had been having heavy falls of snow and we would | + | The young guard came in to talk to us. He likes his job, "You meet such beaut people - like you," he says. That means us. "I suppose you never get train sick," said Dot. "Not me," says he "But one of our boofay girls gets sick every time she travels on this train; she's too loose in the bogy; you feel her give every time you change down." I must have looked surprised, because Dot nudged me and muttered, " |
- | probably have to walk the last 6 or 7 miles - and our gear weighin, | + | |
- | from 50 to 85 lbs. Hell! Approaching Cradle the road was deeply covered with snow, but another car had made a track through it which we followed right to the Chalet after all. Thank Gods Mac the Rang,: | + | We got out at Sheffield and loaded everything into our taxi. We made a few purchases at the shops, then headed for Cradle Reserve. The driver said they had been having heavy falls of snow and we would probably have to walk the last 6 or 7 miles - and our gear weighing |
- | We are roughing it pretty well - hot and cold water, | + | |
- | way up so he returned to the hut. Dot, Garth and myself continued. Garth and Dot just seemed to eat it up, but I felt uneasy. Reached | + | We are roughing it pretty well - hot and cold water, |
- | the top of the ridge after climbing up the couloir and went along thf, top of the ridge to the summit cairn. A few photographs in the mist | + | |
- | and down we went, Practised stopping with ice-axes on way. Learnt | + | __Tuesd..... Sorry, |
- | a bit and had tons of fun, We returned to Kitchen to find Keith | + | |
- | inside and unable to get out. After extracting Keith we wandered down to the Chalet to have a - wait for it - hot bath: We drew straws to see who would have the first, but I was having a spell of bad luck and drew the last. Mac the ranger said we were the first | + | __Thursday__. Still raining! We decided to brave the elements and go and have a look at the cirque. Climbed Marion' |
- | to climb Cradle in winter, so when I'm old with a corporation and a | + | |
- | red nose I'll tell my grandchildren how I climbed Cradle in August. After a sumptuous 3-course meal we placed mattresses on the floor | + | __Friday__. Still rain, sleet, wind and snow. Heaven help us if we had had to camp in my tent without tent pegs. Slept in till 8.30 and didn't leave till 11 a.m. Mac gave us the rowlocks and key of the boat on Dove Lake so we rowed up the lake to climb Little Horn. Nearly lost Garth at Honeymoon Island - sprawled onto the bottom of the boat like a performing |
- | around the fire and listened to the fourth chapter of "The Day of the Triffids," | + | |
- | Tu/kiay. Sorry, | + | -- -- -- -- 0 |
- | We were ma7T-Uf-TUTF-EUf-Uound. Dot went for an 8-mile run in her swimsuit while I cooked some Foo Chow. Keith had made a chocolate | + | |
- | sponge and Dot two custard puddings. God help us when me start on | + | / |
- | the dehy. The weather improved so Garth and I went for a stroll to Dove Lake, Just as we arrived the late evening sun shone on Little | + | 0-- -- -- -- -- |
- | Horn with Cradle tucking its head in the mist - a superb photo - yes we didn' | + | |
- | 18. | + | * I bumped |
- | not hut - to a mighty hot bath. After such a big dinner we had no room for tea, so we went to London to see how the Triffids were making out. Garth would read a chapter then would enquire if anybody hungry - Keith is always hungry. Dot would read the next chapter - still nobody hungry (excluding, of course, Keith). I would read the next chapter until, by 8 o' | + | |
- | Thursday. Still raining; We decided to brave the elements and go and have a look at the cirque. Climbed Marion' | + | X Garth landed on his back here |
- | Lake. "You can't get wetter than wet," said I, and promptly slipped | + | |
- | and fell into the lake. Did not get everything | + | As you can see, we rowed four times as far as we should. Four wet, cold and weary climbers returned to the luxury of the Chalet where we spent the evening drying wet clothes and reading Triffids. |
- | away," said Garth. A couple of chapters of Triffids before tea. | + | |
- | After every chapter we would give our own ideas on what would happen | + | __Saturday__. The weather clearing at last - Didn't I say it would fine up? After a late start we managed to reach Kitchen hut at midday. Could see Barn Bluff for the first time this week. Unfortunately we did not have enough time to cross the cirque to the Bluff, so a traverse of Cradle it would be. Two hours to the summit with ice faces near the top - had to cut steps in places. Back along the ridge to a couloir half way to the end, and down we went. Keith and I used the rope for practice for the first time - then we glissaded down to Kitchen hut in a matter of minutes. Glissading is a wonderful |
- | next, but every time we would be proved wrong. Keith went to bed early leaving us talking and drinking tea till 1 a.m. | + | |
- | Friday. Still rain, sleet, wind and snow. Heaven help us if we had | + | __Sunday__. Woke up with Keith, who did not have to get up as he was going to have a day of rest, prodding me in the back saying, "Get up Snow. It's either 5 o' |
- | had to camp in my tent without tent pegs. Slept in till 8.30 and didn't leave till 11 a.m. Mac gave us the rowlocks and key of the boat on Dove Lake so we rowed up the lake to climb Little Horn. Nearly lost Garth at Honeymoon Island - sprawled onto the bottom of | + | |
- | the boat like a performing | + | At Railton we lost Dot and Garth who had to get the plane at Devonport. When you have lived together as a group for a period |
- | giving excellent climbing. In mist and snow we beat a hasty retreat back to the boat, and of course I got the faulty rowlock and landed | + | |
- | flat on my back with the oar bashing my nose as well. Here is our a | + | This letter started off to be just a couple of lines, but like Topsy it just grew. However I will close now, hoping you are all well. See y' later hot pertater, SNOW. |
- | course across the lake f"-; x Garth landed on ' I 1 i/ fZ I was bumped | + | |
- | his back here. As you can see, we rowed four times as far as we should. Four wet, cold and weary climbers returned to the luxury of the Chalet where we spent the evening drying wet clothes and reading Triffids. | + | =====Good Gracious, Here Comes Christmas!===== |
- | Saturday.. The weather clearing at last - Didn't I say it would fine up? After a late start we managed to reaah Kitchen hut at middc,. | + | |
- | Could see Barn Bluff for the first time this week. Unfortunately we did not have enough time to cross the cirque to the Bluff, so a traverse of Cradle it would be, Two hours to the summit with ice | + | Most of us will never cease to be startled when we first see in some shop window "__NINE |
- | 193 | + | |
- | faces near the top - had to cut steps in places. Back along tho ridge to a couloir half way to the and, and down we went. Keith and I used the rope for practice for the first time - then we glissaded down to Kitchen hut in a matter of minutes. Glissading is a wonderfu: | + | Well, here stands Paddy like Father Time, hour glass and scythe complete, (but without the forelock), to remind you that by the time you read this it will be __SEVEN |
- | Sunday. Woke up with Keith, who did not have to get up as he was c_flin' | + | |
- | confused as to where Barn Bluff was, but found it in the same posItioe | + | About 2,000 Boy Scouts go forth this year from N.S.W. alone to the Jamboree to be held in Melbourne, and there will be a corresponding pressure on all camping Equipment. Bushwalkers will therefore be wise to secure their requirements early. |
- | Plodded up the lower slope towards the rock, then as if by the tolech | + | |
- | Frenchman' | + | |
- | perfect everywhere in sight (our pessimistic friend told us it couldn be fine in the N.W.), and it seemed too soon when we had to retre,-:c. | + | |
- | The sun had been shining for a couple of hours turning the hard cl-dsp | + | |
- | and sometimes we thought we would never see Garth again. Under th.: | + | |
- | to have a " | + | |
- | suggested he might be too weak to crawl out of it, so I went down to give him a hand. After that a mad rush to pack up and catch our taxi | + | |
- | to Sheffield where we slept the night under some fir trees in a cow paddock. Every bird in the district must have been roosting in tH.,.)se | + | |
- | trees - it was not only super, it was superphosphate | + | |
- | At Railton we lost Dot and Garth who had to get the plane at Devonport. When you have lived together as a group for a period | + | |
- | This letter started off to be just a couple of lines, but U. re Topsy it just grew. However I will close now, hoping you are all weL See y' later hot pertater, SNOW. | + | |
- | GOOD GRACIOUS HERE COMES CHRISTMAS! | + | |
- | Most of us will never cease to be startled when we first see in some shop window "NINE WEEKS TO | + | |
- | Well, here stands Paddy like Father Time, hour glass and scythe complete, (but without the forelock), to remind you that by the time you read this it will be SEVEN WEEKS TO CHRISTMAS. | + | |
- | ,bout 2,000 Boy Scouts go forth this year from N.S.W. alone to the Jamboree to be held in Melbourne, and there will be a corresponding pressure on all camping | + | |
- | Equipment. Bushwalkers will therefore be wise to secure their requirements early. | + | |
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