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 |Federation Report, March|Allen A. Strom| 5| |Federation Report, March|Allen A. Strom| 5|
 |Quarterly Report of Parks & Playgrounds Movement|H.I. Stoddart| 7| |Quarterly Report of Parks & Playgrounds Movement|H.I. Stoddart| 7|
-|The S.B.W. versus Tasmania, ​Rounu Two|Digby| 9|+|The S.B.W. versus Tasmania, ​Round Two|Digby| 9|
 |Federation Re-union, 1956|Brian Harvey|14| |Federation Re-union, 1956|Brian Harvey|14|
 |The Chudleigh Lakes, Tasmania|The Gent in the Tent|15| |The Chudleigh Lakes, Tasmania|The Gent in the Tent|15|
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 |Conservation Secretary|Tom Moppett| |Conservation Secretary|Tom Moppett|
 |Editor|Dot Butler| |Editor|Dot Butler|
-|Committe ​Members|Yvonne Renwick, Jean Wilson, George Grey, Brian Anderson|+|Committee ​Members|Yvonne Renwick, Jean Wilson, George Grey, Brian Anderson|
 |Federation Delegates|Jean Golding, Allen Strom, Paul Barnes, Tom Kenny-Royal| |Federation Delegates|Jean Golding, Allen Strom, Paul Barnes, Tom Kenny-Royal|
 |Substitute Federation Delegates|Brian Harvey, John White| |Substitute Federation Delegates|Brian Harvey, John White|
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 The Fish River at the place we were headed for cuts through a north-south granite outcrop ridge of rock via a gorge which should act as a natural ripple and trap the gold coming down the river. We found a pretty good campsite on the flats just on the eastern side of this, (better spots on the western side of the gorge we found later), and made camp. The Fish River at the place we were headed for cuts through a north-south granite outcrop ridge of rock via a gorge which should act as a natural ripple and trap the gold coming down the river. We found a pretty good campsite on the flats just on the eastern side of this, (better spots on the western side of the gorge we found later), and made camp.
  
-Lunch was an hillarious ​affair, and Frank had extreme difficulty in consuming his meal for laughing. After this we set about the more serious business of earning our board. We started off with some sand and gravel caught in cracks of rock at the side of the river. The Fish River itself was running abanker and was very muddy, swift and turbulent. This was bad from our point of view as we hadn't a hope of getting anywhere near the bottom of the river to where gold, being heavier than the gravel, settles. Still, we started, and were encouraged when our first dishes showed signs of the black illmanite sands. We looked closer at the washed concentrate as it sparkled in the sun with flashes of red (spinel ruby and garnet), light honey brown (zircon), light green (citrine) and dark brown (cairngorm). My, but they were pretty! - but next time we'll take a microscope instead of a magnifying glass and see them better.+Lunch was an hilarious ​affair, and Frank had extreme difficulty in consuming his meal for laughing. After this we set about the more serious business of earning our board. We started off with some sand and gravel caught in cracks of rock at the side of the river. The Fish River itself was running abanker and was very muddy, swift and turbulent. This was bad from our point of view as we hadn't a hope of getting anywhere near the bottom of the river to where gold, being heavier than the gravel, settles. Still, we started, and were encouraged when our first dishes showed signs of the black illmanite sands. We looked closer at the washed concentrate as it sparkled in the sun with flashes of red (spinel ruby and garnet), light honey brown (zircon), light green (citrine) and dark brown (cairngorm). My, but they were pretty! - but next time we'll take a microscope instead of a magnifying glass and see them better.
  
 We spent all that afternoon trying various cracks in the rocks, and a few microscopic specks were found, but My, they were tiny! So we returned to camp for an early tea and sat round talking for hours and hours over coffee - a very pleasant pastime. Our fine weather was threatened by a bank of clouds which yielded a few drops of rain, but nothing serious. We spent all that afternoon trying various cracks in the rocks, and a few microscopic specks were found, but My, they were tiny! So we returned to camp for an early tea and sat round talking for hours and hours over coffee - a very pleasant pastime. Our fine weather was threatened by a bank of clouds which yielded a few drops of rain, but nothing serious.
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 === Hudson Park, Strathfield. === === Hudson Park, Strathfield. ===
  
-There are 36 acres of land in this park on the border of the Cemetry. Council has agreed to the proposal to make a golf course and has promised to retain about 12 acres for a playing field.+There are 36 acres of land in this park on the border of the Cemetery. Council has agreed to the proposal to make a golf course and has promised to retain about 12 acres for a playing field.
  
 === Gilbert Park, Manly. === === Gilbert Park, Manly. ===
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-It was barely 5 a.m., Friday, Jan. 6th. I hardly dared to turn my head to the windov. This was our promisod ​day of climbing Ossa, but the weather, as usual, would have the final say. The visible sky outside the Pelion Hut was just a smooth white blankness. That could mean anything in the Reserve. I rolled over in my sleeping bag again and didn't care to think of the weather, Ossa, or anything. The whispered voice of Geof came from the bunk above me.+It was barely 5 a.m., Friday, Jan. 6th. I hardly dared to turn my head to the window. This was our promised ​day of climbing Ossa, but the weather, as usual, would have the final say. The visible sky outside the Pelion Hut was just a smooth white blankness. That could mean anything in the Reserve. I rolled over in my sleeping bag again and didn't care to think of the weather, Ossa, or anything. The whispered voice of Geof came from the bunk above me.
  
 "​What'​s it like?" he asked anxiously. "​What'​s it like?" he asked anxiously.
  
-"The sky's clear but hasn't had time to get blue yet," I lied in a half hopeful sort cf way. He wasn't convinced and we lapsed again into half-sleep. 5.30 I was awakened by an excited yell. Geof was standing at the window in his sleeping bag.+"The sky's clear but hasn't had time to get blue yet," I lied in a half hopeful sort of way. He wasn't convinced and we lapsed again into half-sleep. 5.30 I was awakened by an excited yell. Geof was standing at the window in his sleeping bag.
  
 "​It'​s lifting! There'​s blue sky above! We'll do it yet!" "​It'​s lifting! There'​s blue sky above! We'll do it yet!"
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 __Score__: Tasmania 3, S.B.W. 2. __Score__: Tasmania 3, S.B.W. 2.
  
-We returned to the track for lunch, and reunion with Bev. We looked up at Pelion East and wondered. Could we tuck a second mountain under our belts and still reach Du Caae Hut by dark? Could we stand the anti-climax after Ossa? The answers, we decided, were yes. Joan and Don, with aches and pains, decided to go on slowly while the rest of us were soon scaling the 200 ft. crumbling rock which crowns the mountain-top. It was not the spectacular scenery of the morning, but it rounded off the day. The colour slides with human foreground captured on that broken summit are due to Geof alone. He would balance himself in what seemed the most horrifying positions with the confidence of a mountain goat. I shuddered and tightened my grip - I wasn't budging - to hell with the composition!+We returned to the track for lunch, and reunion with Bev. We looked up at Pelion East and wondered. Could we tuck a second mountain under our belts and still reach Du Cane Hut by dark? Could we stand the anti-climax after Ossa? The answers, we decided, were yes. Joan and Don, with aches and pains, decided to go on slowly while the rest of us were soon scaling the 200 ft. crumbling rock which crowns the mountain-top. It was not the spectacular scenery of the morning, but it rounded off the day. The colour slides with human foreground captured on that broken summit are due to Geof alone. He would balance himself in what seemed the most horrifying positions with the confidence of a mountain goat. I shuddered and tightened my grip - I wasn't budging - to hell with the composition!
  
 It was a weary party who trudged into Du Cane Hut on that Friday night, but we were supremely happy. That one day had made up for everything. Let's steal another point - we felt we had equalised at last. It was a weary party who trudged into Du Cane Hut on that Friday night, but we were supremely happy. That one day had made up for everything. Let's steal another point - we felt we had equalised at last.
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 Not until six nights later, at Frenchman'​s Cap, were we to enter another hut. This was bushwalking as we knew it. Soup, D.V., stew, syrup dumplings and apricots for tea, cocoa for supper. This diet chart never left us wanting - it was a bobby dazzler. Full of contentment we lay back in our sleeping bags and looked out at Mt. Gould and the Parthenon, now silhouetted against a starry sky. The Acropolis was at our backs. We had a free half-day on the morrow. Maybe we could tackle another mountain... Not until six nights later, at Frenchman'​s Cap, were we to enter another hut. This was bushwalking as we knew it. Soup, D.V., stew, syrup dumplings and apricots for tea, cocoa for supper. This diet chart never left us wanting - it was a bobby dazzler. Full of contentment we lay back in our sleeping bags and looked out at Mt. Gould and the Parthenon, now silhouetted against a starry sky. The Acropolis was at our backs. We had a free half-day on the morrow. Maybe we could tackle another mountain...
  
-At 6.30, in perfect weather, Geof, Brian and I moved off to climb the Acropolis while the casualties did a bit of convalencing. An hour later we stood on its nearest ridge and explored the possibilities of an escent ​at the Pine Valley end through Geof's telephoto lense. One or two chimneys looked promising. We battled with them for a time before Discretion took over from Valour. We retreated.+At 6.30, in perfect weather, Geof, Brian and I moved off to climb the Acropolis while the casualties did a bit of convalencing. An hour later we stood on its nearest ridge and explored the possibilities of an ascent ​at the Pine Valley end through Geof's telephoto lense. One or two chimneys looked promising. We battled with them for a time before Discretion took over from Valour. We retreated.
  
 __Score__: Tassi on up. __Score__: Tassi on up.
  
-Oh well, there was still the easy way up, and as time was mooching on we didn't hesitate. First, up to the giant columns, set like huge blocks balanced fantastically,​ one upon the other. It seamed a puff would send them tumbling. Here was exposure plus. On the other side the walls plummeted straight down for a thousand ​feete to rise again across the narrow valley into the sheer precipices of Mt. Geryon. Then on to the summit and a magnificent view. Even the West Coast and the Queenstown hills were visible. Pine Valley nestled far below looking green and cool. Up here the sun beat from a cloudless sky - it was blisteringly hot, even at 5,000 ft. What contrasts in the weather we had seen!+Oh well, there was still the easy way up, and as time was mooching on we didn't hesitate. First, up to the giant columns, set like huge blocks balanced fantastically,​ one upon the other. It seamed a puff would send them tumbling. Here was exposure plus. On the other side the walls plummeted straight down for a thousand ​feet to rise again across the narrow valley into the sheer precipices of Mt. Geryon. Then on to the summit and a magnificent view. Even the West Coast and the Queenstown hills were visible. Pine Valley nestled far below looking green and cool. Up here the sun beat from a cloudless sky - it was blisteringly hot, even at 5,000 ft. What contrasts in the weather we had seen!
  
 We needed no coaxing for a cold bath when we returned. It was the only time we didn't hesitate, but it was an icy dip just the same. The others had enjoyed a lazy morning and our No.1 patient had improved a little, so after lunch we all packed up and set off for Nicholls Hut. It was hard to leave this beautiful valley behind, and we discussed the pros and cons of a winter return trip some day. We needed no coaxing for a cold bath when we returned. It was the only time we didn't hesitate, but it was an icy dip just the same. The others had enjoyed a lazy morning and our No.1 patient had improved a little, so after lunch we all packed up and set off for Nicholls Hut. It was hard to leave this beautiful valley behind, and we discussed the pros and cons of a winter return trip some day.
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 The hut was occupied so we camped out again, this time in leechiferous country. The selection of a site was easy but of somewhat doubtful value. If you could sit down for two whole minutes and still be free of leeches, then, brother, that was the place to put your tent. The hut was occupied so we camped out again, this time in leechiferous country. The selection of a site was easy but of somewhat doubtful value. If you could sit down for two whole minutes and still be free of leeches, then, brother, that was the place to put your tent.
  
-The following day, our eighth in the Reserve, we were due at Cynthis ​Bay and civilization. Mile on mile of beech forest, right down the twelve mile length of Lake St. Clair. For the first time  the walking became rather automatic - one hour's steady trekking, ten minutes rest. But our packs were light and the going pleasant and thoughts of a change in diet spurred us on, (fresh eggs for breakfast!)+The following day, our eighth in the Reserve, we were due at Cynthia ​Bay and civilization. Mile on mile of beech forest, right down the twelve mile length of Lake St. Clair. For the first time  the walking became rather automatic - one hour's steady trekking, ten minutes rest. But our packs were light and the going pleasant and thoughts of a change in diet spurred us on, (fresh eggs for breakfast!)
  
 The end at last! No more boots, no more gaiters, no more walking for three whole days. We found a secluded spot along the lakeside for our camp, and then it happened. Just why will never be known. Grace had just arrived with steady, fixed expression (a bit of a trance, I'd say.) She walked straight into the lake as though in a hypnotic spell. Nothing could stop her as she sank fully clothed into the cool waters. Something must have snapped inside then, for she got up quiCkly, shivered, and then emptied out her pockets. We rocked with laughter - we had not seen anything quite like it before. The end at last! No more boots, no more gaiters, no more walking for three whole days. We found a secluded spot along the lakeside for our camp, and then it happened. Just why will never be known. Grace had just arrived with steady, fixed expression (a bit of a trance, I'd say.) She walked straight into the lake as though in a hypnotic spell. Nothing could stop her as she sank fully clothed into the cool waters. Something must have snapped inside then, for she got up quiCkly, shivered, and then emptied out her pockets. We rocked with laughter - we had not seen anything quite like it before.
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 We pitched the tents on the shingle beach to thwart the leeches swarming in the grass beyond. The clear water lapped gently a few yards from the tents, and over the lake Mt. Ida formed a perfect background. The sky was clear again. It was a fitting finale for our last day in the Reserve. We pitched the tents on the shingle beach to thwart the leeches swarming in the grass beyond. The clear water lapped gently a few yards from the tents, and over the lake Mt. Ida formed a perfect background. The sky was clear again. It was a fitting finale for our last day in the Reserve.
  
-Tuesday morn saw us heading for the West Coast Road. We were spic and span again. A few eight-day growths had been painfully removed and the girls were full of glamour. This was important, for we had to hitch to Queentown ​sixty miles away. We paired off, boy and girl, to brighten our prospects. Brian was the unlucky one, but he didn't seem to mind. As we bashed it out down the road, our first road for nine days, we wondered what would happen next......+Tuesday morn saw us heading for the West Coast Road. We were spic and span again. A few eight-day growths had been painfully removed and the girls were full of glamour. This was important, for we had to hitch to Queenstown ​sixty miles away. We paired off, boy and girl, to brighten our prospects. Brian was the unlucky one, but he didn't seem to mind. As we bashed it out down the road, our first road for nine days, we wondered what would happen next......
  
 (To be concluded) (To be concluded)
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 A mile west of the P.O. a tree lined timber road turns south and continues up a gentle grade to a bridge over Dale Brook, an ideal spot for a late lunch. The climb begins in earnest now and ascends about 2,700 ft. in 4 miles. Not far above Dale Brook is a deserted timber mill where there is one hut which would still offer shelter in very bad weather. Near the mill a small cairn indicates the correct route upwards. The track was very wet and sloppy, but the lovely rain forest, tree ferns, waratahs and other flowers compensated for wet feet. Near the top, wind, rain and mist were added to a very stoney path about as steep as the top of Perry'​s Lookdown following up the side of a rushing stream. We were almost airborn at the top where the country suddenly became marshy, and were delighted to find, only a couple of hundred yards from the brink, the Lady Lake Hut This structure was apparently intact in 1948, but, as warned by the Cunninghams,​ we found one room ruined, the destruction being attributed to vandals. The wind blew and the rain poured down with Tasmania enthusiasm so we made the most of the shelter available in the one room remaining, and were thankful. I'm sure conditions were close to snow that night, with thunder effects added. A mile west of the P.O. a tree lined timber road turns south and continues up a gentle grade to a bridge over Dale Brook, an ideal spot for a late lunch. The climb begins in earnest now and ascends about 2,700 ft. in 4 miles. Not far above Dale Brook is a deserted timber mill where there is one hut which would still offer shelter in very bad weather. Near the mill a small cairn indicates the correct route upwards. The track was very wet and sloppy, but the lovely rain forest, tree ferns, waratahs and other flowers compensated for wet feet. Near the top, wind, rain and mist were added to a very stoney path about as steep as the top of Perry'​s Lookdown following up the side of a rushing stream. We were almost airborn at the top where the country suddenly became marshy, and were delighted to find, only a couple of hundred yards from the brink, the Lady Lake Hut This structure was apparently intact in 1948, but, as warned by the Cunninghams,​ we found one room ruined, the destruction being attributed to vandals. The wind blew and the rain poured down with Tasmania enthusiasm so we made the most of the shelter available in the one room remaining, and were thankful. I'm sure conditions were close to snow that night, with thunder effects added.
  
-Next morning was cold, wet and miserable, so when chores had been done we played Scrabble with a special lightweight set of Holdsworth design. By lunchtime the weather had improved to winter conditions at Katoomba and there was no rain. After a hurried meal we sallied forth to explore. The northern end of Bastion Bluff was most to the east, and a short climb up the snow-poled track southward from the hut led to a summit for the first view of Lady Lake and Little Pine Lake. It was now dull, clear and icy - the countrysids ​being almost a replica of parts of the Scottish Highlands. Our feet were already wet and it was too cold to stand about, so we continued south to Weston'​s Lake and Lake Lucy Long where we saw empty tins which had apparently been parachuted full of food from a plane to a party of walkers some time previously. It was a short distance south into the next saddle to view Nameless Lake with a hut at its southern end, but we heard that it is not very good. There is an obvious route south from Nameless Lake leading towards the Walls of Jerusalen ​but time prevented further exploration. A quick trip back to the hut rewarded us with a splendid view from the edge of the Tiers over Northern Tasmania - and almost from our front door step.+Next morning was cold, wet and miserable, so when chores had been done we played Scrabble with a special lightweight set of Holdsworth design. By lunchtime the weather had improved to winter conditions at Katoomba and there was no rain. After a hurried meal we sallied forth to explore. The northern end of Bastion Bluff was most to the east, and a short climb up the snow-poled track southward from the hut led to a summit for the first view of Lady Lake and Little Pine Lake. It was now dull, clear and icy - the countryside ​being almost a replica of parts of the Scottish Highlands. Our feet were already wet and it was too cold to stand about, so we continued south to Weston'​s Lake and Lake Lucy Long where we saw empty tins which had apparently been parachuted full of food from a plane to a party of walkers some time previously. It was a short distance south into the next saddle to view Nameless Lake with a hut at its southern end, but we heard that it is not very good. There is an obvious route south from Nameless Lake leading towards the Walls of Jerusalem ​but time prevented further exploration. A quick trip back to the hut rewarded us with a splendid view from the edge of the Tiers over Northern Tasmania - and almost from our front door step.
  
 In the morning it was fine and clear with occasional sleet showers and a south-west wind - good for walking but not much else. Setting off in a westerly direction from the hut, we followed an odd snow pole or two and a few cairns to Basin Lake where the track petered out. The saddle over to Lake Balmoral is easy to locate - in clear weather! Looking back after passing Balmoral, the rook formation which forms the lake is most interesting. Continuing generally westward, Lake Mackenzie is next with the Hydro Electricity Commission'​s hut nestling amongst the trees on the far bank. We passed on over a low ridge covered with yellow flowers to Sandy Beach Lake, living up to its name. Evidence here of campers, a burnt-out hut right on the lake shore and enormous mosquitoes. Mole Creek folk say there is excellent fishing in these waters, and they seem to visit the area frequently. The lakes are all between 3,500 and 3,800 ft. above sea level, and most of them are connected by a stream which flows into the Fisher River, then through the gorge of the Devil'​s Gullett into the Mersey River. A route, well marked by poles, starts from the northern shore of Sandy Beach Lake and continues in a generally north-westerly direction to the gap whence a good track descends to Mole Creek. Crossing the plains towards the gap, Barn Bluff, Cradle Mountain, Mt. Pelion West and several other peaks, all carrying snow-drifts,​ came into view about 25 miles to the south-west. We hoped to see and explore these mountains about 10 days later, but I'm afraid the distant view was the only one we were to get. In the morning it was fine and clear with occasional sleet showers and a south-west wind - good for walking but not much else. Setting off in a westerly direction from the hut, we followed an odd snow pole or two and a few cairns to Basin Lake where the track petered out. The saddle over to Lake Balmoral is easy to locate - in clear weather! Looking back after passing Balmoral, the rook formation which forms the lake is most interesting. Continuing generally westward, Lake Mackenzie is next with the Hydro Electricity Commission'​s hut nestling amongst the trees on the far bank. We passed on over a low ridge covered with yellow flowers to Sandy Beach Lake, living up to its name. Evidence here of campers, a burnt-out hut right on the lake shore and enormous mosquitoes. Mole Creek folk say there is excellent fishing in these waters, and they seem to visit the area frequently. The lakes are all between 3,500 and 3,800 ft. above sea level, and most of them are connected by a stream which flows into the Fisher River, then through the gorge of the Devil'​s Gullett into the Mersey River. A route, well marked by poles, starts from the northern shore of Sandy Beach Lake and continues in a generally north-westerly direction to the gap whence a good track descends to Mole Creek. Crossing the plains towards the gap, Barn Bluff, Cradle Mountain, Mt. Pelion West and several other peaks, all carrying snow-drifts,​ came into view about 25 miles to the south-west. We hoped to see and explore these mountains about 10 days later, but I'm afraid the distant view was the only one we were to get.
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-THERE AND BACK BY 'PUTTMOBILEI ​+===== There and Back By 'Puttmobile'​. ===== 
 - Dot Barr. - Dot Barr.
-Jan.27-28-29-30 Sassafrass-Braidwood Road-Endrick River and Return. Leader Geof Wagg. That's what the programme said, and that is what it was. But the programme didn't say by '​Puttmobile'​.(Wo reflections on Putt's handiwork, of course, but the bony framewol-k ​of that '​mobile'​ sure does wear grooves into neon a 150 mile tvipl) But, groans aside, it took us there and back, and it was fun. + 
-Friday night we met at COlin Putt's place and our number for the trip was, at that stage, five: Colin Putt, Brian Milne, ​Netl YJnteitl. ​George Grey and selfWhat, No leader! Jane gage us tea("Tanks for the meal, 'Jane"​),​ and the idea was to sleep first before ​fsettf_ng ​out, so by 10.30 p.m. the Putt's kitchen and dining room was (-57,​aped ​with slumbering beds. We were rudely awakened at 12.30 a.m, 17 Wagg, and Tina and Don Matthews, who had arrived during the and +Jan. 27-28-29-30Sassafrass - Braidwood Road - Endrick River and Return. Leader Geof Wagg. That's what the programme said, and that is what it was. But the programme didn't say by '​Puttmobile'​. (No reflections on Putt's handiwork, of course, but the bony framework ​of that '​mobile'​ sure does wear grooves into one on a 150 mile trip!) But, groans aside, it took us there and back, and it was fun. 
-.bedded, or rather bagged down in the hall. By 1 a.m. we were aU packed into the 1Puttmobilel ​and bound for the Endrick River 71a-the South Coast Road. We were now eight. The Dalai Lama, Snow were to met us at Endrick River on Saturday night after thei aciaalunging ​detour. + 
-We arrived at Tomarong just after daybreak and turned off on to the rough'dirt Braidwood road. At Sassafras6 ​we saw a few houses, few sheep, and rain on the distant coastline. Next stop was lprakfas, ​at Tianjara Creek. After this and looking at the Falls, we W,​DX"​3 ​off again for the Endrick. Not far to go now. But what isthi5ou ​road? It can't be, but it is Yes, Pat and Ian Wood waiting ​1.to welcome and join us. Now we were ten. +Friday night we met at Colin Putt's place and our number for the trip was, at that stage, five: Colin Putt, Brian Milne, ​Neil Monteith, ​George Grey and selfWhat, No leader! Jane gave us tea ("Thanks ​for the meal, Jane"​),​ and the idea was to sleep first before ​setting ​out, so by 10.30 p.m. the Putt's kitchen and dining room was draped ​with slumbering beds. We were rudely awakened at 12.30 a.m, by Geof Wagg, and Tina and Don Matthews, who had arrived during the night and bedded, or rather bagged down in the hall. By 1 a.m. we were all packed into the '​Puttmobile' ​and bound for the Endrick River via the South Coast Road. We were now eight. The Dalai Lama, Snow and Stitt were to meet us at Endrick River on Saturday night after their aqua-lunging ​detour. 
-Arrival, and after much Irubbering, ​around, parking of vehicles, etc., in the rain, we walked down to the river to the decided ​rstnping ​spot and had lunch. The weather cleared in the afternoon ​ana 77J made our way down, following the river, to the falls. Here much sc:,?​ambiirj. ​around took place, and it was decided not to climb down the slcle of the falls, not without a rope anyway. The view from the ton o he ridge was very impressive, looking down almost vertical rocky h7;.11- sides, a drop of about 200 odd feet to the river twisting and t=-Ing ​and finally hiding behind the farther ridge to flow sevenmileo OP so south to join the Shoalhaven. It was rather surprising to E.Jo tala rocky river valley when the surrounding area was sheep countvy ccf green rolling hills dotted here and there with homesteads. ​So,z2 and scrambling later, still on the ridge but below the falls, a few of the more energetic types took to climbing down a rocky and crumbling spur, and later declared they went right down to the river. We "​4 ​took their word for this, and after looking at the scenery for a while we wandered back to camp. Here there was no sign of th Lama and '​crew'​ as scheduled. "Maybe they are having ​ear trc:;.,' ​suggested someone. (No reflection on the Dalai Lama'​s ​Fordilfect, + 
-of coursel) After tea as things were damp and everybody ​t.ed +We arrived at Tomarong just after daybreak and turned off on to the rough dirt Braidwood road. At Sassafrass ​we saw a few houses, ​few sheep, and rain on the distant coastline. Next stop was breakfast ​at Tianjara Creek. After this and looking at the Falls, we were off again for the Endrick. Not far to go now. But what is this on the road? It can't be, but it isYes, Pat and Ian Wood waiting to welcome and join us. Now we were ten. 
-(no sleep the night before), it was bed first stop, and, so the + 
-leader, "Early start in the morning. ​up river this time and take the rope."​ +Arrival, and after much '​rubbering' ​around, parking of vehicles, etc., in the rain, we walked down to the river to the decided ​camping ​spot and had lunch. The weather cleared in the afternoon ​and we made our way down, following the river, to the falls. Here much scrambling ​around took place, and it was decided not to climb down the side of the falls, not without a rope anyway. The view from the top of the ridge was very impressive, looking down almost vertical rocky hillsides, a drop of about 200 odd feet to the river twisting and turning ​and finally hiding behind the farther ridge to flow seven miles or so south to join the Shoalhaven. It was rather surprising to see this rocky river valley when the surrounding area was sheep country of green rolling hills dotted here and there with homesteads. ​Some time and scrambling later, still on the ridge but below the falls, a few of the more energetic types took to climbing down a rocky and crumbling spur, and later declared they went right down to the river. We took their word for this, and after looking at the scenery for a while we wandered back to camp. Here there was no sign of the Dalai Lama and '​crew'​ as scheduled. "Maybe they are having ​car trouble," ​suggested someone. (No reflection on the Dalai Lama'​s ​Ford Prefect, of course!) After tea as things were damp and everybody ​rather tired (no sleep the night before), it was bed first stop, and, so spake the leader, "Early start in the morning. ​Up river this time and we'​ll ​take the rope." 
-Next morning, full of beans and breakfast, we were off to an early start - well, 9 o'​clock anyway! Heading up river and about + 
-a mile from camp someone discovered we were minus one. "​Where'​s George?"​ We waited and George finally appeared over the hill and accused one and all of leaving him behind. Anyway we'd had a rest and were ten once more. Along the ridge well back and up from the river we walked until we came out on the hillside above a few houses in the vicinity of Narriga and what appeared to be a small charcoal burning works on the river bank. Beyond this, eicross ​the river, loomed a rocky bluff which promised any amount of rock climbing. "That looks quite good,' ​said our leader. "​Let'​s go." Away we went down the hill to the accompaniment of a rather technical ​conversatior ​on charcoal burning. ​along a rough road which twisted and turned past the '​charcoal burner'​s camp' and down across the river. Actually the river crossed the road, at a depth of about one foot. Over we went, one by one, but the leader was in the rear, unfortunate ly for him. "What are you doing over there Goof?" "Now we've got you!" "Come on Geof, come across this way, you won't get wetJ" All this urging from Putt and others while the victim decided on the best course of action, which was in vain, of course! Much splashing from each side, then, "Look out, here I coTeT1 ​cried Goof and charged. Crash! Who put that rock in the river anyway? Oh yes, the river was wet - so was Geof - so was the rope. Much laughter from everyone, and as a result Geof distributed ​Some wet bear hugs. +Next morning, full of beans and breakfast, we were off to an early start - well, 9 o'​clock anyway! Heading up river and about a mile from camp someone discovered we were minus one. "​Where'​s George?"​ We waited and George finally appeared over the hill and accused one and all of leaving him behind. Anyway we'd had a rest and were ten once more. Along the ridge well back and up from the river we walked until we came out on the hillside above a few houses in the vicinity of Narriga and what appeared to be a small charcoal burning works on the river bank. Beyond this, across ​the river, loomed a rocky bluff which promised any amount of rock climbing. "That looks quite good," ​said our leader. "​Let'​s go." Away we went down the hill to the accompaniment of a rather technical ​conversation ​on charcoal burning. ​Along a rough road which twisted and turned past the '​charcoal burner'​s camp' and down across the river. Actually the river crossed the road, at a depth of about one foot. Over we went, one by one, but the leader was in the rear, unfortunately ​for him. "What are you doing over there Geof?" "Now we've got you!" "Come on Geof, come across this way, you won't get wet!" All this urging from Putt and others while the victim decided on the best course of action, which was in vain, __of course__! Much splashing from each side, then, "Look out, here I come!" ​cried Geof and charged. Crash! Who put that rock in the river anyway? Oh yes, the river was wet - so was Geof - so was the rope. Much laughter from everyone, and as a result Geof distributed ​some wet bear hugs. 
-Off again along the track, with lunch and rock climbing ahead. But no:. It was to be rock climbing and lunch, instead. A single rocky outcrop about the size of a house offered some experimental climbing for a while, and at this stage some chaps were sighted coming along the track, out for a stroll with their 30315. "​We'​d better let them know we are here or they'​ll think we are kangaroos."​ + 
-Ftom the owners of the 303's - "You crowd rock climbing? You're keenIt's too blooming energetic,"​ "No, we haven'​t seen any kangaroos yet." "Oh, the outfit by the river? That's a small eucalyptus distillery. Jack here runs it." Well, so much for our charcoal burning talk. Having passed the time of day, our acquaintances continued on their way. Our stomachs thought the time of day +Off again along the track, with lunch and rock climbing ahead. But no!. It was to be rock climbing and lunch, instead. A single rocky outcrop about the size of a house offered some experimental climbing for a while, and at this stage some chaps were sighted coming along the track, out for a stroll with their .303's. "​We'​d better let them know we are here or they'​ll think we are kangaroos."​ 
-was lunch time, but "​No,"​ said Goof, "We will climb on to the head of the bluff and have lunch up there."​ They say revenge is sweet + 
-Lunch was eaten on top of the bluff gazine ​at the scene spread below us: to the north, the hills we had walked across from our camp site, with the valley and trees marking the river'​s course; to the south, the distant Castle country, heavily timbered, green and +From the owners of the .303's - "You crowd rock climbing? You're keenIt's too blooming energetic,"​ "No, we haven'​t seen any kangaroos yet." "Oh, the outfit by the river? That's a small eucalyptus distillery. Jack here runs it." Well, so much for our charcoal burning talk. Having passed the time of day, our acquaintances continued on their way. Our stomachs thought the time of day was lunch time, but "​No,"​ said Geof, "We will climb on to the head of the bluff and have lunch up there."​ They say revenge is sweet
-+ 
-inviting. But the activity of the moment was rock climbing, and armed with the rope we walked to the other end of the rocky outcrop in search of possible practice ground. This was found, in the f)rm of a rock shelf with a steeply sloping side, sheltered from wind and possible exposure by an opposite cliff face which all but joined the bottom of the rock shelp, and left only a chimney dropping ​do'​n ​to the valley. Everyone had some practice with and without a rope at this spot, and then we moved on to where a few of the intrepid were practising ​j;​heir ​chimneying techniques. Too quickly the afternoon passed and we were soon headed back to camp. Who crossed the river +Lunch was eaten on top of the bluff gazing ​at the scene spread below us: to the north, the hills we had walked across from our camp site, with the valley and trees marking the river'​s course; to the south, the distant Castle country, heavily timbered, green and inviting. But the activity of the moment was rock climbing, and armed with the rope we walked to the other end of the rocky outcrop in search of possible practice ground. This was found, in the form of a rock shelf with a steeply sloping side, sheltered from wind and possible exposure by an opposite cliff face which all but joined the bottom of the rock shelf, and left only a chimney dropping ​down to the valley. Everyone had some practice with and without a rope at this spot, and then we moved on to where a few of the intrepid were practising ​their chimneying techniques. Too quickly the afternoon passed and we were soon headed back to camp. Who crossed the river first, you ask? Geof Wagg was first with Colin Putt running a close second. No mishaps en route! 
-first, you ask? Geof Wagg was first with Colin Putt running a close second. No mishaps en route! + 
-Waiting at camp for our return was the Dalai Lama and cr.s7 without any fish! They had left the coast later than they ::​tf,​r.,​c1nd, but the car did have something to do with it. Fancy loadin ​a little Ford "​Prefect"​ with walking gear and aqua lungs tooi +Waiting at camp for our return was the Dalai Lama and crew, without any fish! They had left the coast later than they intended, but the car did have something to do with it. Fancy loading ​poor little Ford "​Prefect"​ with walking gear and aqua lungs too! 
-Tea, campfire, and then bed, ended a day which had be0-1 0 for a change. + 
-Next morning the rain greeted us again, and after breal: +Tea, campfire, and then bed, ended a day which had been sunny for a change. 
-headed once more for the falls with the object of viewing ​th.11.1 ​below. A more or less easy luau- waS found tO descend, some five hundred yards below the falls, and we slid and slith rock, grass and bushes to the bottom. ​across ​the river an(':. Over great boulders towards the pool at the base of the fall scrambled until we had found a suitable view point. Under of rain we surveyed the falls, but the prevailing weather grey tone of the pool and surrounding rock gave the spot a sinister character. By general agreement we did not hinge: ​were soon clambering up the steep grassy slope behind ​us2 opposite ridge to the one wO had descended. Along the top ridge for a while, and then on to the old road. Eventually ​v! the Puttmobile hiding in the bush where Colin had parked it ri,11 aboard and back to camp was the general idea. Once more tizo had cleared and we were able to eat lunch in the sunshinec + 
-Lunch dispensed with, packing ​operationscommencedanJ after we saw Pat and Woody on their wayto Canberra. By 3 +Next morning the rain greeted us again, and after breakfast we headed once more for the falls with the object of viewing ​them from below. A more or less easy way was found to descend, some four or five hundred yards below the falls, and we slid and slithered over rock, grass and bushes to the bottom. ​Across ​the river and back over great boulders towards the pool at the base of the falls we scrambled until we had found a suitable view point. Under a canopy ​of rain we surveyed the falls, but the prevailing weather ​and the grey tone of the pool and surrounding rock gave the spot a rather ​sinister character. By general agreement we did not linger long and were soon clambering up the steep grassy slope behind ​us, the opposite ridge to the one we had descended. Along the top of the ridge for a while, and then on to the old road. Eventually ​we found the Puttmobile hiding in the bush where Colin had parked it. All aboard and back to camp was the general idea. Once more the weather ​had cleared and we were able to eat lunch in the sunshine. 
-the Puttmobile was loaded with us plus the aqua lungs, and t7no Ford'Prefect in the lead we were on the road home. But only j1t in time, the drought had broken - again. + 
-We rattled and bumped along the dirt road, Made worse by rain, to Tomarong,and at last On to the bitumen. The tra. +Lunch dispensed with, packing ​operations commencedand soon after we saw Pat and Woody on their way to Canberra. By 3 p.m. the Puttmobile was loaded with us plus the aqua lungs, and with the Ford Prefect in the lead we were on the road home. But only just in time, the drought had broken - again. 
-not too heavy and we literally sailed along, to musical ​acF,​1JJ; ​supplied by certain of our party. "​People will think we of gypsies in this," from the depth'​s of the back stalls. it's taken us there and back, that's the main thing,"​ - az-j agreed. + 
-We all met at Nowra, where we had tea, and then it war; via Mount Mousley and Sydney ahead. +We rattled and bumped along the dirt road, made worse by the rain, to Tomarong, and at last on to the bitumen. The traffic was not too heavy and we literally sailed along, to musical ​accompaniments ​supplied by certain of our party. "​People will think we are a band of gypsies in this," from the depth'​s of the back stalls. ​Anyway, ​it's taken us there and back, that's the main thing,"​ - and everyone ​agreed. 
-A letter from Joe Turner asks why, if the price of t.L. was' ​increased to 9d. so that those who enjoy it pay for itprocedure wasn't adopted to make those who enjoyed the Chr Party pay for the loss of 5/16/-instead of the Club as ., footing the bill. + 
-Well, Joe, the answer seems to be that this is the the Christmas Party has shown a loss, and it could be sai offset by last year's profit, and a loss is not likelg ​to  +We all met at Nowra, where we had tea, and then it was off again via Mount Mousley and Sydney ahead. 
-And imagine the difficulty of collecting another shilling each + 
-21 +---- 
-GOSSIP + 
-Just to prove that Sunday walks are popular, a party of 22 turned out on David Ingram'​s National Park walk on Sunday 25th MarchIt was David'​s last official appearance before sailing for England in the "​Southern Cross" on April 16th. He has promised to be back in time for our Christmas party. +A letter from Joe Turner asks why, if the price of the magazine ​was increased to 9d. so that those who enjoy it pay for it, a similar ​procedure wasn't adopted to make those who enjoyed the Christmas ​Party pay for the loss of £5/16/-instead of the Club as a whole footing the bill. 
-Old hands, Jean and Ernie Austin have arrived in London ex + 
-0  ​the "​Iberia",​ and are looking forward to seeing Doris Alden Who has already been there a cduple ​of years. They hope to rturn in +Well, Joe, the answer seems to be that this is the first time the Christmas Party has shown a loss, and it could be said to be offset by last year's profit, and a loss is not likely ​to occur again. ​And imagine the difficulty of collecting another shilling each now! 
-time for the Olympic Games. Both Ernie and Jean represented Australia at the 1924 Olympic Games in Paris, Ernie naturally in the walking event and Jean in aquatics. + 
-REUNION HAZis.RDS: +---- 
-We hear that Jane Putt kept a very vigilent ​eye on the two little Putts, ​espeCially ​when Bill Henley was around, as ramour ​had it he was keen to cet all aspiring decathlon ​condidates shafting ​a couple of pyutts. But it's all right, Jane; they were only going to putt a couple of shots. + 
- =111 +===== Gossip. ===== 
-AT OUR OWN 21st ANNUAL REUNION+ 
-D.B. +Just to prove that Sunday walks are popular, a party of 22 turned out on David Ingram'​s National Park walk on Sunday 25th MarchIt was David'​s last official appearance before sailing for England in the "​Southern Cross" on April 16th. He has promised to be back in time for our Christmas party. 
-Floods and consequent rising rivers cut us off at the last moment from our planned venue at Wood' ​,1 Creek, but by a miracle of last minute organising everybody was informed of the change of spo to Long Angle Gully, and130 members plus children turned up, and 3 visitors. No one went astray. + 
-A great number of willing ​anemen ​were to be observed this season, under the able supervision ​'of Bill Henley, and although the fire didn't take off at the first match, due to the sodden ​tiniber ​a bit of outside aid did the trick in the shape of petrol. +---- 
-The rain held off and allowed the campfire events, ​particular: ​the Opera "The Golden Screw",​ and the initiation and other enterta_ ments to takep lace without the audience getting ​INetalthouF':​) ​some of:them would not have minded ​swim after the in ate had finished running amuck in their mud pool. A bit of aft:)r-thoL,​ever,​iquestionining ​revealed the fact, surprising though it may seu.m, th, the initiates actually enjoyed their ordeal. + 
-Brian Harvey was inducted as this year's President in the usucti ​solemn fashion, and the supper left nothing to be desired. +Old hands, Jean and Ernie Austin have arrived in London ex the "​Iberia",​ and are looking forward to seeing Doris Alden who has already been there a couple ​of years. They hope to return ​in time for the Olympic Games. Both Ernie and Jean represented Australia at the 1924 Olympic Games in Paris, Ernie naturally in the walking event and Jean in aquatics. 
-There was plenty of chatting the next day, and a bit of swimming when the all-nighters eventually crawled out of their sleeping bags. The Henley field events were most popular, ​especich/ ​the hurling of the javelin, and after lunch folk began moving off in small parties having enjoyed their week-end to the full+ 
-.M.1....mtml.  +---- 
-4.& + 
-rare+=== Reunion Hazards=== 
-Meet the new sleeping bag - "THE KDANDRA+ 
-With the summer behind us, sleeping bags assume a new importance,and Paddy is pleased to announce that a new pattern of sleeping bag has been devised with a hood, incorporating the advantages of the ordinary bag without a hood with the chill-defying comfort of a hooded one.+We hear that Jane Putt kept a very vigilant ​eye on the two little Putts, ​especially ​when Bill Henley was around, as rumour ​had it he was keen to get all aspiring decathlon ​candidates shotting ​a couple of putts. But it's all right, Jane; they were only going to putt a couple of shots. 
 + 
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 + 
 +===== At Our Own 21st Annual Reunion===== 
 + 
 +D.B. 
 + 
 +Floods and consequent rising rivers cut us off at the last moment from our planned venue at Wood'Creek, but by a miracle of last minute organising everybody was informed of the change of spot to Long Angle Gully, and 130 members plus children turned up, and 3 visitors. No one went astray. 
 + 
 +A great number of willing ​axemen ​were to be observed this season, under the able supervision of Bill Henley, and although the fire didn't take off at the first match, due to the sodden ​timber, ​a bit of outside aid did the trick in the shape of petrol. 
 + 
 +The rain held off and allowed the campfire events, ​particularly ​the Opera "The Golden Screw",​ and the initiation and other entertainments ​to take place without the audience getting ​wetalthough ​some of them would not have minded ​swim after the initiates ​had finished running amuck in their mud pool. A bit of after-the-event questioning ​revealed the fact, surprising though it may seemthat the initiates actually enjoyed their ordeal. 
 + 
 +Brian Harvey was inducted as this year's President in the usual solemn fashion, and the supper left nothing to be desired. 
 + 
 +There was plenty of chatting the next day, and a bit of swimming when the all-nighters eventually crawled out of their sleeping bags. The Henley field events were most popular, ​especially ​the hurling of the javelin, and after lunch folk began moving off in small parties having enjoyed their week-end to the full. 
 + 
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 + 
 +===== Paddy Made===== 
 + 
 +Meet the new sleeping bag - "__The Kiandra__" 
 + 
 +With the summer behind us, sleeping bags assume a new importance, and Paddy is pleased to announce that a new pattern of sleeping bag has been devised with a hood, incorporating the advantages of the ordinary bag without a hood with the chill-defying comfort of a hooded one. 
 The "​Kiandra"​ bag can be left wide open at the top to allow air circulation on warm nights, yet when Jack Frost extends his icy fingers he can easily be thwarted by pulling the cord which converts the pillow into a snug hood. The "​Kiandra"​ bag can be left wide open at the top to allow air circulation on warm nights, yet when Jack Frost extends his icy fingers he can easily be thwarted by pulling the cord which converts the pillow into a snug hood.
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