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- | 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,20-27. 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 opposite Dot and Garth gave a frightened gasp; a lurch of the train was about to deposit Garth' | + | 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 opposite Dot and Garth gave a frightened gasp; a lurch of the train was about to deposit Garth' |
Garth and I slept in the corridor during the night. "Youse guys are takin' a bituva risk, aintcha?" | Garth and I slept in the corridor during the night. "Youse guys are takin' a bituva risk, aintcha?" | ||
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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 night of sorting food and gear, eating scollops, slide showing, having baths and talking. We eventually ended in deep sleep, so deep I still wonder what that alarm clock sounded like. However, without too much of a rush we were ready in good time to catch the special bus from Franklin Square to Hastings caves, together with 30 other bods. | 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 night of sorting food and gear, eating scollops, slide showing, having baths and talking. We eventually ended in deep sleep, so deep I still wonder what that alarm clock sounded like. However, without too much of a rush we were ready in good time to catch the special bus from Franklin Square to Hastings caves, together with 30 other bods. | ||
- | 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 stretch our legs. Dot and Garth took this a stage further and suggested a run down the road, consequently the bus was picking up odd groups of runners for the next mile or so, with Dot and Garth leading the field. Another stop at Dover Hotel, and we finally arrived at the Forestry hut just past the Chalet and Thermal pool soon after 11 a.m. We chose the hut, some camped out, and some chose the table tennis room of the Chalet. We lunched, than about 1.30 started up the road towards the Caves. At a bridge just before the end of the road we turned off to the right, and in the rain climbed up through the wet rain forest and tree ferns for a few hundred feet to the Wolf Hole. This is quite a hole, about 100 ft. deep, mostly vertical except for the funnel-shaped mouth for about 20 or 30 ft. Heavily covered with vegetation, it makes you wonder how many more undiscovered caves there must be in the area. It has been descended a few times, but is still largely unexplored. Nearby is the Cub Hole, a rabbit sized burrow opened out by the Caverneers, which looks as though it might link up with the Wolf Hole. | + | 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 our legs. Dot and Garth took this a stage further and suggested a run down the road, consequently the bus was picking up odd groups of runners for the next mile or so, with Dot and Garth leading the field. Another stop at Dover Hotel, and we finally arrived at the Forestry hut just past the Chalet and Thermal pool soon after 11 a.m. We chose the hut, some camped out, and some chose the table tennis room of the Chalet. We lunched, than about 1.30 started up the road towards the Caves. At a bridge just before the end of the road we turned off to the right, and in the rain climbed up through the wet rain forest and tree ferns for a few hundred feet to the Wolf Hole. This is quite a hole, about 100 ft. deep, mostly vertical except for the funnel-shaped mouth for about 20 or 30 ft. Heavily covered with vegetation, it makes you wonder how many more undiscovered caves there must be in the area. It has been descended a few times, but is still largely unexplored. Nearby is the Cub Hole, a rabbit sized burrow opened out by the Caverneers, which looks as though it might link up with the Wolf Hole. |
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 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 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 wander 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 found on a stalagmite; it was quite as large as the huntsman spiders round 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 others of the party did a bit of exploring through a long muddy squeezeway. | 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 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 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 wander 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 found on a stalagmite; it was quite as large as the huntsman spiders round 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 others of the party did a bit of exploring through a long muddy squeezeway. | ||
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- | Keith had organised the trip, and in the Club those who weren' | + | 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 |
- | 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 | + | |
- | 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) | + | Arriving at Cradle |
- | 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. | + | 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....... |
- | Arriving at Cradle | + | |
- | 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' | + | 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' |
- | 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 | + | 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, as he stamped round for several hours waiting for us to return. We pulled him out through the chimney then followed our trodden tracks over the snowfields towards home. In the deepening twilight our eyes followed down Marion' |
- | 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 | + | 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." |
- | our separate ways we each experienced an indescribable sense of desolation, like finding your arm or /*our leg cut off. Snow nearly | + | |
- | cried. | + | 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 out into the gale for a run. Down the road to the 4 mile signpost end back through snow and sleet did something for the appetite, and speaking for myself I can say lunch was a good meal. Garth and Snow went out later to work off the effects with a walk to Dove Lake, and Keith took his exercise vicariously by reading South Col. |
- | 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 | + | Looking out the window hopefully next morning what do we see? More rain, wind and falling snow. But did that deter us after yesterday' |
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+ | 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. " | ||
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+ | 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), | ||
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+ | 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 shipshape and pushed out, getting the feet good and wet in the process. Who cares. What are dry feet anyway? Snow was falling, partly veiling the rugged walls all around. Great gusts of wind would swoop down at unexpected moments and deal the boat a mighty blow. Rain and snow beat in our faces and eyes and got down our mouths every time we opened them to say Gee wasn't this great. With all these hazards to contend with the pattern of our progress was a tortuous zig-zag and the miracle was we got anywhere without being sunk. As we skirted round Honeymoon Island with the wind doing its best to tip us in, Garth did a backward summersault and lay in 6" of bilge water 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. | ||
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+ | 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 photographers as it was too dull for colour. | ||
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+ | And now we're coming down again and on the homeward run. We took a slightly different return route, following a little stream strong with winter, which tumbled along its rocky course under its beech tree canopy, and so back to the windy lake. Our morning' | ||
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+ | 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' | ||
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+ | 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 walking on air. | ||
- | 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 | ||
- | 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 gut;" We dragged him out, and as it was only 11 o' | ||
- | 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 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 | ||
- | 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 | ||
- | 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 hut. When we others got on to the steep slope of the mountain the surface was harder, and instead of sinking we | ||
- | 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, " | ||
- | 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, aEli he stamped round for several hours waiting for us to return. We pulled him out through the shimney then followed our trodden trans over the snowfields towards home, In the deepening twilight our eye;; followed down Marion' | ||
- | for this party; we had everything. Did we need rice and cabbage | ||
- | for Snow's Foo Chow - it was there. Did we need celery, appl, onion for our stuffed grouse - again, these were all available, | ||
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- | 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." | ||
- | 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: | ||
- | 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 | ||
- | 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. " | ||
- | hood the nostrils thawed out and we fought our way back, half | ||
- | blinded, our parkas and ground sheetsw hipping madly round us and echoing like bullet shots past our ears. | ||
- | Back in the comparative calm of the Kitchen flat, somewhat | ||
- | 14. | ||
- | 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 | ||
- | 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 shipshapc and pushed out, getting the feet good and wet in the process. Who cares, What are dry feet anyway? Snow was falling, partly veiling the rugged walls all around. Great gusts of wind would swoop down at unexpected moments and deal the boat a mighty blow. Rain and snow beat in our faces and eyes and got down our mouths every time | ||
- | we opened them to say Gee wasn't this great, With all these hazard to contend with the pattern of our progress was a tortuous zig-zag and the miracle was we got anywhere without being sunk. As we skirted round Honeymoon Island with the wind doing its best to tip us in, Garth did a backward summersault and lay in 6" of bilge water | ||
- | 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 | ||
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- | strong with winter, which tumbled along its rocky course under its beech tree canopy, and so back to the windy lake. Our morning' | ||
- | 4 zig-zagged back to the boatshed, this time with Snow suffering (but not in silence) at the faulty rowlock, From the boatshed we ran bac..,= to Waldheim to warm up. Then followed the daily procedure of wringing out our sopping clothes and draping them round the fires to dry. A hot bath, dry clothes, and lunch by a big fire at 4 p.m., a sessio7 of Triffids, and life was a grand affair. | ||
- | 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 walking on air. | ||
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, " | ||
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- | 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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- | Imported aluminium | + | |
- | screw-top tins 4/6 | + | Imported aluminium screw-top tins 4/6 |
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