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It opened with a welcome to Ron Knightley, who has been readmitted to active membership after being away in New Zealand, the Antarctic, South Australia and other places for six years. | It opened with a welcome to Ron Knightley, who has been readmitted to active membership after being away in New Zealand, the Antarctic, South Australia and other places for six years. | ||
- | After the reading of the minutes containing the motion which declares shirts to be non-essentials, | + | After the reading of the minutes containing the motion which declares shirts to be non-essentials, |
Next the meeting got down to a serious discussion on the falling off of walking in N.S.W., as described in Paddy Pallin' | Next the meeting got down to a serious discussion on the falling off of walking in N.S.W., as described in Paddy Pallin' | ||
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Next we had a new report - the Walks Secretary' | Next we had a new report - the Walks Secretary' | ||
- | After this Frank Rigby moved that we appoint a panel of four to look into the question of publicity for bushwalking. He was impressed by the success of an amateur society which he knew, which had approached the A.B.C. and was not only allotted time, but paid for it at the rate of a guinea a minute. He thought a lot of people would like to go bushwalking but didn't know where to go to join a club. The committee should not work for the S.B.W. only, but fot membership of all clubs. Jim Hooper thought the S.B.W. alone couldn' | + | After this Frank Rigby moved that we appoint a panel of four to look into the question of publicity for bushwalking. He was impressed by the success of an amateur society which he knew, which had approached the A.B.C. and was not only allotted time, but paid for it at the rate of a guinea a minute. He thought a lot of people would like to go bushwalking but didn't know where to go to join a club. The committee should not work for the S.B.W. only, but for membership of all clubs. Jim Hooper thought the S.B.W. alone couldn' |
Alex Colley thought that if we had a good Sunday walks programme it would encourage new members, and moved that volunteers be called for to lead walks - if necessary over routes suggested by the Walks Secretary. Nine members volunteered, | Alex Colley thought that if we had a good Sunday walks programme it would encourage new members, and moved that volunteers be called for to lead walks - if necessary over routes suggested by the Walks Secretary. Nine members volunteered, | ||
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After tents had been erected and gear unpacked we were ready to go caving, __complete__ with torches and batteries. The caves' entrances were about 100 yards downstream from our camp. Standing below this entrance and looking up from the creek we could see two tall red cedar trees framed by a huge rocky cave whose entrance appeared to be choked with great boulders. We reached this point, and after trying several false leads we found a good entrance higher up on the hillside. Conditions were reasonable as the caves were mainly dry and the four squeeze holes we went through were not too small for an Admiral. | After tents had been erected and gear unpacked we were ready to go caving, __complete__ with torches and batteries. The caves' entrances were about 100 yards downstream from our camp. Standing below this entrance and looking up from the creek we could see two tall red cedar trees framed by a huge rocky cave whose entrance appeared to be choked with great boulders. We reached this point, and after trying several false leads we found a good entrance higher up on the hillside. Conditions were reasonable as the caves were mainly dry and the four squeeze holes we went through were not too small for an Admiral. | ||
- | Some of the caves were rather large and a few of them contained the usual live limestone formations; the rest housed mostly dead rock, dirt, and live bats, but it was interesting trying out all the different leads and following the string | + | Some of the caves were rather large and a few of them contained the usual live limestone formations; the rest housed mostly dead rock, dirt, and live bats, but it was interesting trying out all the different leads and following the string |
We were sitting around the fire after tea when lights started bobbing down the track and six chaps appeared out of the night. They told us they had left their cars at Colong and walked out in the dark. They intended to go into the caves after tea that night and head for home after breakfast next morning. We invited them to cook on our fire as it was then about 9 o' | We were sitting around the fire after tea when lights started bobbing down the track and six chaps appeared out of the night. They told us they had left their cars at Colong and walked out in the dark. They intended to go into the caves after tea that night and head for home after breakfast next morning. We invited them to cook on our fire as it was then about 9 o' | ||
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"Then we must be in different squeeze holes!" | "Then we must be in different squeeze holes!" | ||
- | Finally we left the caves, and before hitting the track plunged into the creek for a swim - never let it be said 'for a wash' - to dissolve the inground, underground mud - or rather, | + | Finally we left the caves, and before hitting the track plunged into the creek for a swim - never let it be said 'for a wash' - to dissolve the inground, underground mud - or rather, |
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Back again, barefooted, over grass covered in thistles and sharp pointed rocks...... Enough! This episode is better not mentioned!!! Oh, the indignity or it! Oh, the agony of it! | Back again, barefooted, over grass covered in thistles and sharp pointed rocks...... Enough! This episode is better not mentioned!!! Oh, the indignity or it! Oh, the agony of it! | ||
- | Ah, the rock ledge at last - luxury to walk on - and below and beyond | + | Ah, the rock ledge at last - luxury to walk on - and below and beyond |
Colong Swamp and the creek passed over our boots and the track and then the road passed under them, before we finally choofed into Yerranderie at sunset. Packs were downed and repairs to a certain vehicle were necessary, which included lessons on cleaning spark plugs, punctuated by cups of tea consumed around a blackfellow' | Colong Swamp and the creek passed over our boots and the track and then the road passed under them, before we finally choofed into Yerranderie at sunset. Packs were downed and repairs to a certain vehicle were necessary, which included lessons on cleaning spark plugs, punctuated by cups of tea consumed around a blackfellow' | ||
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The June Meeting of the Federation was attended by 25 delegates and 4 visitors - a record number by recent standards. | The June Meeting of the Federation was attended by 25 delegates and 4 visitors - a record number by recent standards. | ||
- | The adjourned discussion on the motion "that Annual __Reunions of Federation__ should be discontinued" | + | The adjourned discussion on the motion "that Annual __Reunions of Federation__ should be discontinued" |
__Good Neighbour Council__: The secretary explained that this Council aimed to help a number of migrants (largely British) to fit in with the Australian way of life. He appealed to all Clubs to assist this work by offering leaders for trips with adults and children, and speakers on nature lore and Australian out doors. Opportunities existed for excellent work to be done in the field of Nature Preservation. Council also agreed that Federation should affiliate with the Good Neighbour Council. | __Good Neighbour Council__: The secretary explained that this Council aimed to help a number of migrants (largely British) to fit in with the Australian way of life. He appealed to all Clubs to assist this work by offering leaders for trips with adults and children, and speakers on nature lore and Australian out doors. Opportunities existed for excellent work to be done in the field of Nature Preservation. Council also agreed that Federation should affiliate with the Good Neighbour Council. | ||
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__Federation Ball__ will take place on 6th October at Hotel Australia, Tickets £1. Book through the Social Secretary. It will not be permitted to bring liquor into the ballroom. | __Federation Ball__ will take place on 6th October at Hotel Australia, Tickets £1. Book through the Social Secretary. It will not be permitted to bring liquor into the ballroom. | ||
- | __Honorary Treasurer__: | + | __Honorary Treasurer__: |
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The next two trips could only muster one starter between them and by suitable negotiation the trips were cancelled. | The next two trips could only muster one starter between them and by suitable negotiation the trips were cancelled. | ||
- | Alex Colley was the leader of the Mt. Solitary - Cedar Crk. trip which he was unable to finish because of __good__ leadership. Six members and two prospectives set out, and on Satruday | + | Alex Colley was the leader of the Mt. Solitary - Cedar Crk. trip which he was unable to finish because of __good__ leadership. Six members and two prospectives set out, and on Saturday |
Trip 5 to Blue Gum drew no starters. Could it be that members thought they might have to do a bit of fixing on the dam? | Trip 5 to Blue Gum drew no starters. Could it be that members thought they might have to do a bit of fixing on the dam? | ||
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Until just before the war, no climber would consider risking his life on anything but a 120-foot hunk of manila rope. Nylon rope, which had just come on the market, was regarded with suspicion by Eastern (U.S.A.) climbers, but the Sierra Club decided to try it out. | Until just before the war, no climber would consider risking his life on anything but a 120-foot hunk of manila rope. Nylon rope, which had just come on the market, was regarded with suspicion by Eastern (U.S.A.) climbers, but the Sierra Club decided to try it out. | ||
- | The method of testing was somewhat unusual. Robinson, Leonard and Brower found themse1ves a suitable rock, abaut 30 ft. high, in a Berkley Park. One man would sit down, bracing himself solidly, and pass the rope around his body for a belay - meaning a position from which he could stop the fall of another climber. The second man would tie into the rope and jump off the edge of the rock. As he fell, the rope was allowed to slide, and then gradually tightened until the second man came to a stop not far above ground level. | + | The method of testing was somewhat unusual. Robinson, Leonard and Brower found themse1ves a suitable rock, about 30 ft. high, in a Berkley Park. One man would sit down, bracing himself solidly, and pass the rope around his body for a belay - meaning a position from which he could stop the fall of another climber. The second man would tie into the rope and jump off the edge of the rock. As he fell, the rope was allowed to slide, and then gradually tightened until the second man came to a stop not far above ground level. |
After 20 tests the manila rope broke, with some discomfort to the second man. The nylon rope, however, | After 20 tests the manila rope broke, with some discomfort to the second man. The nylon rope, however, | ||
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Consequent upon the adoption of the Code, the Federation addressed all Federated Clubs, asking that they ratify and acknowledge the Code as their Club standard of bushwalking ethics. Our then Committee naturally, on behalf of the members, adopted the Code as it was entirely in keeping with out Objects and Club practices at that time. However, at the subsequent Annual General Meeting, when all Club By-laws passed since inception were submitted to the meeting for ratification, | Consequent upon the adoption of the Code, the Federation addressed all Federated Clubs, asking that they ratify and acknowledge the Code as their Club standard of bushwalking ethics. Our then Committee naturally, on behalf of the members, adopted the Code as it was entirely in keeping with out Objects and Club practices at that time. However, at the subsequent Annual General Meeting, when all Club By-laws passed since inception were submitted to the meeting for ratification, | ||
- | This decision, in my opinion, high-handed, | + | This decision, in my opinion, high-handed, |
- | Incoming Prospective Members are handed a copy of "Hints to Propsective Members" | + | Incoming Prospective Members are handed a copy of "Hints to Propsective Members" |
- | It is quite open to question what is the ' | + | It is quite open to question what is the ' |
The foregoing remarks may have taken things to the extreme, but I challenge anyone to dispute the statements, which are my own opinion and do not reflect that of the Committee. | The foregoing remarks may have taken things to the extreme, but I challenge anyone to dispute the statements, which are my own opinion and do not reflect that of the Committee. | ||
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+ | ===== Easter At The Warrumbungles. ===== | ||
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+ | - Dot Butler | ||
+ | |||
+ | It is two years since we camped in a thicket of trees outside the aerodrome at Bankstown waiting for a plane that never turned up. It was the Admiral' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Came Easter, 1956, and we were on our way. Again we had looked into the possibility of planes for the 350 mile trip, but decided in the end that cars would be more reliable, as well as being a quarter the cost. There were 15 of us and 4 cars, and we left on Easter Thursday night at times varying between 4 and 12 p.m. | ||
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+ | Midnight found George' | ||
+ | |||
+ | First light was pale and misty-eyed as we pushed our sleeping-bags into our packs and made our way through the weeds and thistles over a wire fence to the waiting car. There was no water here; we would have breakfast at the first creek we came to. | ||
+ | |||
+ | We had passed the region of eucalypts and had entered into the life of the plains. Flocks of small parrots and galahs were feeding off the bare ground amongst the native pines. As we sped along the flat deserted road we saw a Morris Minor parked by a railway culvert and three figures grouped round a small cooking fire. "That looks like Garth," | ||
+ | |||
+ | At a quarter to nine we were at Dubbo with Snow hunting for film for his camera, but no chemists' | ||
+ | |||
+ | At about 12 o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now came a session of opening and shutting gates. George' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was a neck and neck race to the next gate with us all laying the odds heavily in our own favour. There was a bit of a dry creek bed which held up the Watson babe and again we made it and slammed the gate in front of its nose. The Greymobile passengers screamed their delight and sped on. From then on the pace became fast and furious. Between gates the Dalai Lama hung on to his door handle quivering like a whippet on the leash, George kept his foot on the accelerator and the suppressed excitement inside the car nearly blew its roof off. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Watson baby bounced and whirled along in pursuit, Garth almost falling out the door with eagerness. Whenever they managed to get through with us before the gate was shut they filled the air with cheers and jeers and yells of exultation. The only gate we found open was one with the inscription "Keep this bloody gate shut!!" | ||
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+ | The next bit of excitement was crossing creeks. We had managed a number of these quite successfully but finally it had to happen - George drove into a creek with a sandy bottom, and the car stopped dead in a couple of feet of water. We pushed and we pulled and the car churned up the sand and sputtered water and exhaust fumes from it submerged pipe and sank deeper. Eventually we got it out, on the wrong side, with the aid of a section of wire netting and a cunningly disposed log of wood and decided that that was as far as mechanised transport would take us and now we must walk. Lunch was a slice of cake and a mug of beer from the Watson' | ||
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+ | Down through an orchard and over lush paddocks where the grass grew waist high and was peppered with blue gentians, and then we followed up the creek for an hour or so. We didn't meet the others, and by 4 o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | About half an hour after our arrival we heard coo-ees and Col, Digby and Dot appeared from up another creek. They put up a tent and soon preparations for tea were under way. But Garth had a caribiner, and what is tea compared with a caribiner? He took the rope and climbed to an adjacent rock face to try out his new toy. Snow and I went with him as you can eat any time but you don't often get the chance to dance down a rock face on a rope. We had good fun but the others couldn' | ||
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+ | That night it rained, steadily and unhurriedly. The arsenal roof leaked and its occupants spent a good bit of the night excavating drains between their respective bodies to carry off the floodwaters. | ||
+ | |||
+ | There had been mutinous murmurs when I had suggested rising at 6.30, but strange to say they did actually get up early and we were off by 8 o' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The whole party came, up a scree slope and round to an obvious cleft up which we climbed. Then we came to the really steep stuff. | ||
+ | |||
+ | We discarded footwear and got out the rope. George, Snow, Garth and myself set to while the others decided to watch. There was really not much choice of a route. The ledges were narrow and precarious with not many holds, and a fine rain made the grey lichen cover slippery and not particularly pleasant. Then we came to one very grizzly spot. It was a case of if we don't get up here we don't get up the mountain. It was an exposed corner where the wind roared like a wild thing and tore at the delicately balanced body. There were a couple of toe holds but no hand holds, and it was necessary to stand and lean out into the wind depending on nothing but the taut rope between myself and an inexpressibly messy finish. Garth belayed me faultlessly, | ||
- | - Dot Butler fC'-- | ||
- | 1It is two years | ||
- | f since we camped in a | ||
- | ,.. 4, f3e. V fr-7 | ||
- | thicket of trees outside k, the aerodrome at Bankstown | ||
- | -...,_,.\\ never turned up. It was \,,x | ||
- | 1954 Easter trip to the | ||
- | the Admiral' | ||
- | waiting for a plane that | ||
- | \Warrumbungles, | ||
- | , | ||
- | JN found he couldn' | ||
- | so we went elsewhere, promising ourselves that we would do our Warrumbungle trip another time. | ||
- | EASTER LT THE WARRUMBUNGLES | ||
- | \ z | ||
- | / Came Easter, 1956, and we were on our | ||
- | / | ||
- | way, Agin we had looked into the | ||
- | C-1 | ||
- | possibility of planes for the 350 mile | ||
- | // | ||
- | trip, but decided in the end that cars would | ||
- | be more reliable, as well as being a quarter the cost. There were 15 of us and 4 cars, and we left on Easter Thursday night at times varying between 4 and 12 p.m. | ||
- | Midnight found George' | ||
- | First light was pale and misty-eyed as we pushed our sleeping- bags into our packs aid made our way through the weeds and thistles over a wire fence to the waiting car. There was no water here; we would have breakfast at the first creek we came to. | ||
- | We had passed the region of eucalypts and had entered into the life of the plains. Flocks of small parrots and galahs were feeding off the bare ground amongst the native pines. As we sped alLng the flat deserted road we saw a Morris Minor parked by a railway culvert and three figures grouped round a small cooking fire. "That looks | ||
- | like Garth," | ||
- | At a quarter to nine we were at Dubbo with Snow hunting for film for his camera, but no chemists' | ||
- | 15. | ||
- | direction, " | ||
- | about 12 o' | ||
- | experienced momentarily a lost sinking feeling. However, at last we were directed towards the farm of Keith Blackman, which looked to be in the right direction, and we said our thanks and got on our way. But we didn't get very far. At the first turn-off was a bridge, and breaking spasmodically on to its approaches was a battered lorry, its tray groaning under the weight of a WHOLE HOUSE' | ||
- | Now came a session of opening and shutting gates. George' | ||
- | the Dalai Lama, threw open the gate for George, then banged it shut before the other car could get through and dashed back to home base. George looked a bit startled at this turn of events but was easily | ||
- | persuaded to drive on. There was a roar from the occupants of the Watson car and Garth leapt out like a cateract down a mountain side, opened the gate again for his car, closed the gate and dashed for his vehicle which was moving off in pursuit of George - all this before the shocked bewildered gaze of a stolid back-country family on their verandah. | ||
- | It was a neck and neck race to the next gate with us all laying the odds heavily in our own favour. There was a bit of a dry creek bed which held up the Watson babe and again we made it and slammed the gate in front of its nose. The Greymobile passengers screamed | ||
- | their delight and sped on. From then on the pace became fast and | ||
- | furious. Between gates the Dalai Lama hung on to his door handle quivering like a whippet on the leash, George kept his foot on the accelerator and the supressed excitement inside the car nearly blew its roof off. | ||
- | The Watson baby bounced and whirled along in pursuit, Garth | ||
- | almost falling out the doorwith eagerness. Whenever they managed to get through with us before the gate was shut they filled the air | ||
- | with cheers and jeers and yells of exultation. The only gate we | ||
- | found open was one with the inscription "Keep this bloody gate shutlI" | ||
- | As we found it open we left it open, but I still think we should. have left it bloody shut.' | ||
- | 16. | ||
- | The next bit of excitement was crossing creeks. We had managed a number of these quite successfully but finally it had to happen - | ||
- | George drove into a creek with a sandy bottom, and the car stopped dead in a couple of feet of water. We pushed and we pulled and the | ||
- | car churned up the sand and sputtered water and exhaust fumes from it submerged pipe and sank deeper. Eventually we got it out, on the wrong side, with the aid of a section of wire netting and a oanningly | ||
- | disposed lop: of wood and decided that that was as far as mechanised transport would take us and now we must walk. Lunch was a slice of | ||
- | take and a mug of beer from the' | ||
- | three more creek crossings to Blacknan' | ||
- | Down through an orchard and over lush paddocks where the grass | ||
- | grew waist high and was peppered with blue gentians, and then we followed up the creek for an hour or so. We didn't meet the others, | ||
- | and by 4 o' | ||
- | a narrow valley, and said "This is the Hurley Base Camp." It looked the sort of camp you might make half way down Murdering Gulley, but | ||
- | it was undoubtedly " | ||
- | and the tent at the other end housed our seven packs the targets). All the rest of the bode occupied the space in between, mostly under the roof of Snow's tent as it was proofed with Digby Waterproofing and was supposed not to leak. (Mirthless laughter). | ||
- | About half an hour after our arrival we heard coo-ees and Col, | ||
- | Digby and Dot appeared from up another creek. They put up a tent and soon preparations for tea were under way. But Garth had a caribiner, and what is tea compared with a caribiner? He took the rope and climbed to an adjacent rock face to try out his new toy. Wady and I went with him as you can eat any time but you don't often | ||
- | 6 , | ||
- | the chance to dance down a rock face on a rope. We had good fun | ||
- | the others couldn' | ||
- | That night it rained, steadily and unhurriedly. The arsenal | ||
- | roof leaked End its occupants spent a good bit of the night excavatin, | ||
- | There had been mutinous murmurs when I had suggested rising at 6.30, but strange to say they did actually get up early and we were off by 8 o' | ||
- | " | ||
- | experience has showed that returning to base camp for lunch generally means a wasted afternoon. | ||
- | _ The whole party came, up a scree slope and round to an obvious cleft up which we climbed. Then we came to the really steep stuff. | ||
- | 17. | ||
- | We discarded footwear and got out the rope. George, Snow, Garth and myself setjAwhile the others decided to watch. There was really not much choice of a route. The ledges were narrow and precarious with not many holds, and a fine rain made the grey lichen cover slippery and not particularly pleasant. Then we came to one very grizzly spot. It was a case of if we don't get up here we don't get up the mountain. It was an exposed corner where the wind roared like a wild thing and tore at the delicately balanced body. There were a couple of toe holds but no hand holds, and it was necessary to stand and lean out into the wind depending on nothing but the taut rope between myself and an inexpressibly messy finish. Garth belayed me faultless ly, and as I inched my life round the corner I thought, "a dependable companion, | ||
Having got our tow-line up to a good belay George and Garth followed, but when they untied themselves off the rope and we tried to throw the end down for Snow, the updraught of wind was so terrific it blew the 120 ft. of rope up to waver in the air as in an Indian rope-climber' | Having got our tow-line up to a good belay George and Garth followed, but when they untied themselves off the rope and we tried to throw the end down for Snow, the updraught of wind was so terrific it blew the 120 ft. of rope up to waver in the air as in an Indian rope-climber' | ||
- | As George, Garth and I proceeded upwards we could see the others had gone over to a hill opposite to get a grandstand view of the proceedings. A long view of the whole face, as seen from opposite, reveals it as completely and utterly impossible, but with our noses only a couple of inches from the damp rock we couldn' | + | |
- | The chimney was practically vertical all the way to the top, but being a chimney it was climable | + | As George, Garth and I proceeded upwards we could see the others had gone over to a hill opposite to get a grandstand view of the proceedings. A long view of the whole face, as seen from opposite, reveals it as completely and utterly impossible, but with our noses only a couple of inches from the damp rock we couldn' |
- | Then down we went again to the windy corner. A cold sleet-like' | + | |
- | rope which we intended to pull down after us but the perverse thing stuck and no amount of pulling or flicking would dislodge it. 1 wap rather dismayed at the thought of having to go back up to release it but also felt guilty about. going down and leaving it. "I should go back for it,". said I,. not very convincingly, | + | The chimney was practically vertical all the way to the top, but being a chimney it was climbable |
- | We returned to camp about 3 o' | + | |
- | 18. | + | Then down we went again to the windy corner. A cold sleet-like wind was biting at our exposed hands making rope work far from cheerful. George and Garth were belayed down. I followed on a double rope which we intended to pull down after us but the perverse thing stuck and no amount of pulling or flicking would dislodge it. I was rather dismayed at the thought of having to go back up to release it but also felt guilty about going down and leaving it. "I should go back for it," said I, not very convincingly, |
- | had just arrived and were waiting to have my blood. I had given | + | |
- | them a sketch map drawn by someone who had done the trip previously - which, incidentally, | + | We returned to camp about 3 o' |
- | which foged up the Admiral' | + | |
- | What added fuel to the flames of their wrath was the fact that I had: | + | They told us that Bob Binks and family were camped about one hour back down the creek so we downed a cup of tea and ran back to greet them. The field spread out like the Grand National as we galloped |
- | not gone on this wild goose chase myself but had cosily and comfort- | + | |
- | ably followed George who knew a quicker way straight up the creek. I tried to plead Not Guilty and told them that anyhow they needed a | + | Rain and thunder, home we chunder.\\ |
- | bit of extra exercise to get them into training for a forthcoming | + | Fine and gay here we stay." |
- | Marathon, but that sort of talk gets you exactly nowhere with Stitt and the 1, | + | |
- | take place at the next Reunion, so I was all a-tremble with apprehension. | + | |
- | They told us that Bob Binks and family were camped about one hour back down the ci, | + | |
- | greet them. The field spread out like the Grand National as we gallo pcd with long-legged Stitt in the lead, but we arrived all in a bunch at the finishing tape. The Binks were comfortably established | + | |
- | and decided to stay where they were as it was now 4 p.m. The next | + | |
- | hour was spent instructing Pete and the Admiral on the conditions of their return, should they decide to travel back to Sydney in Bob's car. The gist of it seemied | + | |
- | If it's. ..,and they proceeded to argue the conditions of the | + | |
- | third clause when the Dalai Lama interrupted; | + | |
- | Rain and thunder, home we chunder. | + | |
- | Fine and gcy here we stay." | + | |
That seemed to cover the situation, so they left it at that. | That seemed to cover the situation, so they left it at that. | ||
- | We left them at 5 and so back to our camp. That night we lit a candle and all twelve of us packed into the Shooting Gallery for talk and fun. George spent a very profitable evening anihillating with a lighted candle the mosquitoes which swarmed into the tent to join the | + | |
- | fun. Pete's New Zealand experiences gushed out in a bright and | + | We left them at 5 and so back to our camp. That night we lit a candle and all twelve of us packed into the Shooting Gallery for talk and fun. George spent a very profitable evening anihillating with a lighted candle the mosquitoes which swarmed into the tent to join the fun. Pete's New Zealand experiences gushed out in a bright and sparkling tide, and with the pick of the Club's wits there in the shape of Digby, the Admiral and the Dalai Lama, backed up by Snow, Garth and the rest of us, screams of mirth issued forth to make the mountains ring, and we felt sorry for Bob and Noel and their little girl all alone down the quiet creek. |
- | sparkling tide, and with the pick of the Club's wits there in the | + | |
- | shape of Digby, the Admiral and the Dalai Lama, backed up by Snow, | + | At last sleep called. Brian tied a bottle of mosquito lotion by a tape to the roof of the tent for use during the night and we all packed in. Pete and the Admiral had to be housed too, and with six bods now in Snow's tent I knew what the sardine puts up with in its tin. What with somebody snoring in my ear and somebody' |
- | Garth and the rest of us, screams of mirth issued forth to make the mountains ring, and we felt sorry for Bob and Noel and their little girl all alone down the quiet creek. | + | |
- | At last sleep called. Brian tied a bottle of mosquito lotion | + | After breakfast next morning we moved off early to collect the abandoned rope and reconnoitre Crater Bluff. It wasn't so difficult to climb back up the rope now the wind wasn't blowing a gale. I released it from behind the stone, and double roping over a small tree I sat myself in a boss's chair and tossed the other end down to Pete and Snow who were going to carry out the lowering operation. |
- | by a tape to the roof of the tent for use during the night and we all | + | |
- | packed in. Pete and the Admiral had to be housed too, and with six bods now in Snow's tent I knew what the sardine puts up with in its tin. What with somebody snoring in my ear and somebody' | + | |
- | gouging out my eye I gave up the unequal struggle and mooched out at midnight to find a better hole. It was raining, which ruled the gr& | + | |
- | lying so heavily on my ground sheet I couldn' | + | |
- | them. | + | |
- | e | + | |
- | After breakfast next morning we moved off early to collect the abandoned rope and reconnoitre Crater Bluff. It wasn't so difficult to climb back up the rope now the wind wasn't blowing a gale. I released it from behind the stone, and double roping over a small tree I sat myself in a bos's's chair and tossed the other end down to Pete and Snow who were going to carry out the lowering operation. | + | |
"Come on," yelled Peter. "Down you come." | "Come on," yelled Peter. "Down you come." | ||
- | " | + | |
- | 6wiz!" yelled back Pete, and I supposed that meant he had caught on becuase | + | " |
+ | |||
+ | "Swiz!" yelled back Pete, and I supposed that meant he had caught on because | ||
"Keep on coming," | "Keep on coming," | ||
+ | |||
" | " | ||
- | They let the rope slack but I still dangled motionless over aeons of space. | + | |
- | ing was mountaineering such a sport after all, and sat down to think. | + | They let the rope slack but I still dangled motionless over aeons of space. |
- | But Garth came to the rescue by sending up his caribiner loop of rope, I looped this round the tree, hoping Garth' | + | |
- | Snow and Stitt to lower away - and this time it worked. They were | + | Then we came down and rejoined the others and went over to the short face of Crater Bluff and had lunch in sunshine. "You never forget a mountain," |
- | blythely viewing the far scenery as I descended. "See that creek | + | |
- | down ther Dot," called Pete as I dangled 30 ft. above his head, " | + | Monday saw us early astir on a nice fine day and off we all set direct |
- | Then we came down and rejoined the others and went over to the | + | |
- | short face of Crater Bluff and had lunch in sunshine. "you never forget a mountain," | + | We crouched under a slight |
- | out looked suitable for the party, so we went down to have a look at the steep face, which was where Dr, Dark and I had made our virgin | + | |
- | 0 climb years before. Garth had cut his foot during the barefoot | + | As we headed back to camp up the ridge Snow and I started a wonderful argument which lasted most of the way over the top. Someone |
- | doings on Belougerie the previous day and was hors de combat, so George, Snow and I had a short climb on the ledges and decided to | + | |
- | 6 | + | Garth, limping along on his injured foot, lugged the rope over the countryside, |
- | come back again tomrrow. Then we all went down to the creek and | + | |
- | followed up the ridge to the base of Belougerie and so back to camp. | + | Tuesday, and it's tine to pack up and set off for home. The proposed early start got later and later. We didn't want to go. When we did finally get moving we made good pace and got from the camp to the cars in 1 1/2 hours. And here the Watsons discovered they still had a number of bottles of beer left, so out came the mugs. |
- | Here we had to give our attention to food troubles. The humidity had | + | |
- | wrought havoc with our meat. The Dalai Lama had already cooked up | + | Through an alcoholic rainbow I viewed the day and its inhabitants. It was a day such as you only get on the plains, dry and sunny and limitless - and I had never seen people who looked so beautiful. There was Brian, dark and compact and finely formed, deftly knocking the tops off bottles, assisted by tall quiet brother Don with the deep dreamy eyes and soft smile of a poet. On the gnarled roots of a river oak sat Snow, golden haired and golden skinned, looking like a section of sun-dappled bushland that had impulsively decided to turn human. And Garth, dark as the coming of sleep and as soft, with his lovely lilting voice music to the ear. And George - quiet steady George who had met me coming back from my separate swim and said, " |
- | all his on the first night, which left him with 6 lbs, of potatoes, | + | |
- | 2 pkts, of cornflakes and a tin of sardines for the ensuing 4 days, | + | And so the long journey |
- | and I had to jettison some suasages | + | |
- | went hungry. | + | ---- |
- | Monday saw us early astir on a nice fine day and off we all set xlirect | + | |
- | er.,L.19 | + | On reading through this I find it is more about people than mountains, and so it should be; the mountains will always be there to be described another time, but how soon will time take away our friends. |
- | was George Snow and I for it. We left the others down in the creek and made up to our ledges in sunshine. They were the same hair- raising ledges as of yore, and as I wedged myself into the remembered | + | |
- | crack on the sheer face I could see myself, a raw teenager so long and long ago, quivering with excitement, my breath trembling with eagerness as, with my experienced companion, I made my first virgin | + | ---- |
- | climb. I supposed that was how Snow was feeling, and probably | + | |
- | George too. It was a pity we weren' | + | ===== The Worst Journey In The World. ===== |
- | We crouched under a slight | + | |
- | in the trees, but with not much success. A brief flash of sunshine | + | - Geof Wagg. |
- | didn't do much towards drying out the rock face, and the sight of another gloomy rain cloud sweeping across decided us to make the attempt. So Snow yelled them a final message, "Rain and thunder, off we chunderl" and we braced up our minds aad our muscles for the | + | |
- | ordea/-ahead. Actually it was not so bad as our apprehension had | + | I suppose to everyone there comes a moment when they feel that they' |
- | painted it, and at last we were back to safety. We went down and joined the others and had lunch on the creek, and Snow and George that day gained a valuable bit of knowledge that will stand them in good stead when they go to New Zealand next Christmas, namely that bad weather can kill your diances | + | |
- | As we headed back to camp up the ridge Snow and I started a wonderful argument which lasted most of the way over the top. Someor | + | 'Twas a week-end last July I think, and we were all set to make a do-or-die attempt on Davie' |
- | without vocal lovable Snow. He actually likes to argue with unreason | + | |
- | able females. The Dalai Lama warned him this was a very dangerous admission to make. | + | All went well until Katoomba |
- | Garth, limping along on his injured foot, lugged the rope over the countryside, | + | |
- | rock-climber had taken to the summit. And so back to camp and tea. | + | The temperature at Morong Creek was icy and it was a long time before our toes were warm even inside superdown. Next morning, however, was quite a different matter; our sleeping bags were warm and snug while the outside air held the sting of frost and it was 8.30 before one of us had a will-power great enough to equalise this equation. Naturally we hadn't realised it was so late and the party rose to the occasion, excepting, of course, Stitt and Garth who always fortify themselves for such emergencies with an extra 15 minutes in the sack. Breakfast disappeared with more haste than digestion and we were on our way. I told you it was cold. Kanangra road supported a fine crop of ice crystals and our frozen water-bucket clumped behind us in rhythm with our stride. While Joan was quietly being sick behind a gum tree (treacherous stuff, Terry' |
- | Our last night. As it wasn't actually raining Garth and the Dalai Lama and I slept out by the expiring fire, but it was wet and muddy | + | |
- | and moonless and much of the magic was missing. | + | The area of scrub around Kanangra road is, I find, extremely |
- | Tuesday, and it's tine to pack up and set off for home. The proposed early start got later and later. We didn't want to go. | + | |
- | When we did finally get moving we made good pace and got from the camp to the cars in al hours. And here the Watsons discovered they | + | After following |
- | still had a number of bottles of beer left, so out came the mugs. | + | |
- | 21, | + | It eventuated that we'd been on the wrong side of Danai Brook, heading rapidly for Kanangra Deep. Also the thing we climbed wasn't the right ridge but it had been; now it was a spur leading 3 miles back to Thurat Trig., just one of the places where we should have been. After lunch by Danai Brook we went to Thurat Trig in spite of the sally scrub and arrived at 2.30 - about 5 1/2 hours late. There we picked up the road that chap carved to get his plane out and followed it to the sight of the prang, a small home-made clearing on the side of the ridge. By 4 o' |
- | Through an alcoholic rainbow I viewed the day and its inhabitants It was a day such as you only get on the plains, dry and sunny and limitless - and I had never seen people who looked so beautiful. There was Brian, dark and compact and finely formed, deftly knocking the tops off bottles, assisted by tall quiet brother Don with the deep dreamy eyes and soft mile of a poet. On the gnarled roots of a river oak sat Snow, golden haired and golden skinned, looking like a section of 'sun-dappled bushland that had impulsively decided to turn human. And Garth, dark as the coming of sleep and as soft, with his lovely lilting voice music to the ear. ;,nd George - quiet | + | |
- | steady George who had met inc coming back from my separate swim and said, " | + | As we dropped lower the sky welled up with brilliance of sunset colours that faded slowly into dusk. The dusk grew dimmer |
- | got his pants on," "If you like," said Is thinking that a pair of | + | |
- | 0 | + | Next morning about 6 o' |
- | shorts would probably spoil the bronze statuesque line, but he'd | + | |
- | better get them on just the same. George said, "O.K. We got his | + | The frost extended white right to the very running edge of the river, and even the rocks were iced over, as I discovered while attempting to cross with dry feet and sat in it. After that I moved very rapidly, no longer worried about my feet which grew less sensitive with each successive crossing, until just before reaching the Cox I had to glance down now and again to see if I still had them. At Kanangaroo the ground was just as white, and where we trod on the sand along the bank the hoar frost crystals crunched under our feet and occasionally the frozen surface layer yielded to show a crisp footprint. The tardy sun was struggling to rise above Yellow Pup as we crossed the Cox, and as the shadowed bank offered no inducement to linger we kept right on until the first patch of reasonably strong sunlight, then changed our socks and kept right on again. |
- | pants on him," so we all foregathered down at the river. The moments flowed in a silver stream through Time's careless fingers as we finished off the other three bottles, and I thought, "God, that flesh could grow so beautiful," | + | |
- | floating down the road to the cars - drifting like woodsmoke through the still dry air - and if we get in to Tooraweenah by | + | About the top of Yellow Dog the old tootsies were beginning to feel more normal and things |
- | 10 o' | + | |
- | and if we don' | + | Grace and I were leading and I was in front. I thought I was on the track and Grace followed me. Then suddenly we were lost. But this was ridiculous; we couldn' |
- | nd so the long journey | + | |
- | 11 p.m. we reached Blacktown and the Waggs. | + | (It all turned out that the trouble at work was somebody else's fault.) |
- | heigh-ho for home by midnight. | + | |
- | 09011 | + | P.S. Just before this article went to press the news came through of yet another Paralizer trip, and after hearing the details of it I fear I can only claim mine as The __Second__ |
- | On reading through this I find it is more about people than | + | |
- | mountains, and so it should be; the mountains will always be there to be described another time, but how soon will time take away our friends. | + | ---- |
- | THE WORST JOURNEY IN THE WORLD | + | |
- | Goof Wagg. | + | === Congratulations Corner: === |
- | 0 | + | |
- | I suppose to everyone there comes a moment when they feel that they' | + | To Ron Knightley and Dorothy (who was Dorothy Vincent, you remember) - a daughter. |
- | It happened one night at Coral Swamp, but that wasn't where it started3 | + | |
- | 'Twas a week-end last July I think, and we were all set to make | + | ---- |
- | a do-or-die attempt on Davie' | + | |
- | fun and worth it." Thus quoth Stitt and I agreed with him - up | + | |
- | until Friday night, that is But Friday night, about half an hour before I left work, a job bounced. That is to say, a set of plates involving umpteen thousand baked bean and spaghetti labels was returned by the printer as useless and it seemed to be my fault. The big | + | |
- | 22. | + | |
- | post mortem was going to be held on Monday, | + | |
- | all this, so when I met the others - Grace, Joan and Don Gower at Central I pitched them a sorry tale and they generously agreed to do the comparatively easy Paralizer trip instead. | + | |
- | .111 went well until Katoonba | + | |
- | The temperature at Morong Creek was icy and it was a long time before our toes were warm even inside superdown. Next morning, however, was quite a different matter; our sleeping bags were warm and snug while the outside air held the sting of frost and it was 8.30 before one of us had a will-power great enough to equalise this equation. Naturally we hadn't realised it was so late and the party rose to the occasion, excepting, of course, Stitt and Garth who always fortify themselves for such emergencies with an extra 15 minutes in the sack. Breakfast disappeared with more haste than digestion and we were on our way. I told you :t was cold. Kanangra road supported a fine crop of ice crystals and our frozen water-bucket clumped behind us in rhythm with our stride. While Joan was quietly being sick | + | |
- | behind a gum tree (treacherous stuff, Terry' | + | |
- | The area of scrub around Kanangra road is, I find, extremely | + | |
- | After followirg | + | |
- | It eventuated that we'd been on the wrong side of Danai Brook, | + | |
- | heading rapidly for Kanangra Deep. Also the thing we climbed wasn't | + | |
- | the right ridge but it ha been; now it was a spur leading 3 miles back to Thurat Trig., just one of the places where we should have | + | |
- | been. After lunch by Danai Brook we went to Thurat Trig in spite of | + | |
- | the sally scrub and arrived at 2.30 - about 5i hours late. There we picked up the road that chap carved to get his plane out end followed it to the sight of the prang, a small home-made clearing on | + | |
- | the side of the ridge. By 4 o' | + | |
- | to go. we cast around for the East Buttress I carefully subdued | + | |
- | a strong inclination to recognise anything until the boys charged down what I felt convinced was the wrong ridge. They'd been somewhat ahead, and we could only tell which ridge they were on by the rapidly | + | |
- | receding sounds of their progress below us. Callously leaving them | + | |
- | 0 to their fate I stumped stubbornly off along my ridge with Grace and | + | |
- | Joan sagging in the rear, only to be confronted by Cloudmaker dead | + | |
- | ahead. These mountains and ridges and things popping up where they | + | |
- | shouldn' | + | |
- | the final stroke. Feeling most ashamed I informed the girls that I was wrong cgain. So I sent them back on to the right track while I | + | |
- | stopped a moment to collect my shattered self-esteem and take of photo of the evening shadow crawling rapidly up the opposite ridges. That made me feel slightly better so I closed the camera and started down the steep rocky slope. Hell, the blasted thing was steep; After | + | |
- | 100 ft. it was so steep I could scarcely stand upright and I had the horrible feeling that this was yet another wrong ridge. Better call | + | |
- | the girls back - "C000000J" The reply came from my left, and | + | |
- | I sidled round to find the girls sitting on a rock waiting for me. Of course I'd been charging down the side of the ridgel | + | |
- | 1s we dropped lower the sky welled up with brilliance of sunset' | + | |
- | colours that faded slowly into dusk. The dusk grew dimmer | + | |
- | until, in the very last of the light, we located the side spur that leads to the Kanangra Creek-River Junction, and dropped over into | + | |
- | night. When at last we were down we crossed the river and camped on the first bit of flat ground. Time 7.30 - but what a day! | + | |
- | Next morning about 6 o' | + | |
- | ing for the sun; tucked in here among the ridges we wouldn' | + | |
- | him for many hours. Noting that Joan was stirring I sprinted across and gave the boys a shout (it did no good), grabbed the billy and | + | |
- | zoomed back inside the tent. Brrr,i, Do up the flap and get the prin= | + | |
- | going, quick I Soon the interior of the tent was much more tropical and Grace could be coaxed out of her sleeping bag. By 7 o' | + | |
- | minutes being spent by the party taking turns to stamp in the fire ashes - the only unfrozen spot. | + | |
- | The frost extended white right to the very running edge of the | + | |
- | river, and even the rocks were iced over, as I discovered while attempting to cross with dry reet and sat in it. After that I moved | + | |
- | very rapidly, no longer worried about my feet which grew less sensitive with each successive crossing, until just before reaching the Cox I had to glance down now and again to see if I still had them. At | + | |
- | 24. | + | |
- | Kanangaroo the ground was just as white, and where we trod on the sand along the bank the hoar frost crystals crunched under our feet and occasionally the frozen surface layer yielded to show a crisp | + | |
- | footprint. The tardy sun was struggling to rise above Yellow Pup as | + | |
- | we crossed the Cox, and as the shadowed bank offered no inducement to linger we kept right on until the first patch of reasonably strong sunlight, then changed our socks end kept right on again. | + | |
- | Z, | + | |
- | Effort, and the climb out of Glen Rapheal Darned Near Impossible. Still walking, we observed with displeasure the sun setting for the second time in two days while we were still walking. Night, after stalking us for several miles, finally surrounded us just before that scrubby hump over which lies Coral Swamp - and that's where it happened! | + | |
- | Grace and I were leading and I was in front. I thought I was on the track and Grace followed me. Then suddenly we were lost. But this was ridiculous; we couldn' | + | |
- | sound and joined the party - a distance of about 8 feet. kt the swamp I drank most of Stitt' | + | |
- | (It all turned out that the trouble at work was somebody else's fault. ) | + | |
- | P.S. Just before this article went to press the news came through | + | |
- | of yet another Paralizer trip, and after hearing the details of it I fear I can only claim mine as The Second | + | |
- | CONGRATULLTIONS CORNER: To Ron Knightley and Dorothy (who was | + | |
- | borothy_Vincent, you remember) - a daughter. | + | |
"Why walk?" says Heather. "Own a Renault and push." | "Why walk?" says Heather. "Own a Renault and push." | ||
- | in the WorldJ1 | + | |
- | GOSSIP | + | ---- |
- | As we go to press we hear that Joan Walker and Bev Price are taking off for Alice Springs (and no doubt all points in the Centre) armed with rolls of Kodachrome and light-meters. | + | |
- | Incidentally, | + | ===== Gossip. ===== |
- | A party, (names are 'mum") over Queen' | + | |
- | route. As Geof says: ' | + | As we go to press we hear that Joan Walker and Bev Price are taking off for Alice Springs (and no doubt all points in the Centre) armed with rolls of Kodachrome and light-meters. |
- | 00000 00 | + | |
- | Edna Garrad reports having lost her " | + | ---- |
- | vicinity of Compagnoni' | + | |
- | 00000 40 | + | A party, (names are "mum") over Queen' |
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | Edna Garrad reports having lost her " | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
Harry and Marion Ellis, with Edna Garrad, recently went over Gangerang. What about showing us those slides, Harry? | Harry and Marion Ellis, with Edna Garrad, recently went over Gangerang. What about showing us those slides, Harry? | ||
- | Remark passed during the Federatibn Council discussion on the decline in bushwalking' | ||
- | Empire." | ||
- | 00 | ||
- | EXTRACT FROM A T7TTER FROM JANE PUTT: Colin had a good trip over | ||
- | to England. He was not impressed by the way Rome was cluttered up | ||
- | with all sorts of queer machinr3s based on motor scooters and bikes. | ||
- | About the best was one mechanised wheelbarrow affair, full of bricks, and ridden by a nun in full habit Colin is now at Runcorn, near Liverpool. He has got in with the local Climbers' | ||
- | see the Cathedral and also - don't faint - has got a camera and | ||
- | is taking colour photos. How are the mighty fallen | ||
- | MIRACLES | ||
- | was wondering how I was going to string the advertisements together with only our Monthly Meeting notes and Federation Report which had | ||
- | not yet arrived but which I knew I could expect. I raised a wail of despair (making sure that it was heard in the right quarters), but also embarked upon a long enough article myself to make people think they were getting their ninepence worth. Members responded to my wail and contributions poured in. I now have sufficient for two magazines, so in they go regardless. Thank you, everybody. | ||
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+ | |||
+ | Remark passed during the Federation Council discussion on the decline in bushwalking - "The Decline and Fall of the Roaming Empire." | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Extract from a letter from Jane Putt: === | ||
+ | |||
+ | Colin had a good trip over to England. He was not impressed by the way Rome was cluttered up with all sorts of queer machines based on motor scooters and bikes. About the best was one mechanised wheelbarrow affair, full of bricks, and ridden by a nun in full habit! Colin is now at Runcorn, near Liverpool. He has got in with the local Climbers' | ||
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+ | === Miracles Dept. - A note from your Editor: === | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the day that contributions closed for the June issue I had received __abso1utely nothing__, and was wondering how I was going to string the advertisements together with only our Monthly Meeting notes and Federation Report which had not yet arrived but which I knew I could expect. I raised a wail of despair (making sure that it was heard in the right quarters), but also embarked upon a long enough article myself to make people think they were getting their ninepence worth. Members responded to my wail and contributions poured in. I now have sufficient for two magazines, so in they go regardless. Thank you, everybody. | ||
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