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                         TEE SYDNEY' BUSHWALKER;
   A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the 67d_ney 
   Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St .,Sydneg. 
                     Box No.4476 G.P.0 S dne

No.244 MARCH 1955 Price 6d.

Co-Editors: Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Sales & Subs.: Jess Martin

                  Wahroonga. (JW2208)..   Typed by Jean Harvey. 
            Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street,   Blacktown.

Business Manager: Alex Colley (XAl255) Production: Alan Wilson -

    The February General Meeting                          2
    Siedleckyrs Taxi & Tourist Service (Advert.)          3 
    60 Years A-Growing - Taro                             3
    The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advert.)             5
    Federation Notes - February - Allen A. Strom          6
    Our Trip to Bogong High Plains - Bon-oh               8
    Scenic Motor Tours (Advertisement)                    9 
    Leica Photo Service (Advertisement)                  11 
    Annual Swimming Carnival                             14 
    The Infernal Combustion Engine - Alex Colley         16 
    The Laird Barbecue - Dot Butler                      18 
    "Tents Moments" (Paddy ts Advert isement )           20
                          ANNUAL REUNION.  
                     12th ErirT3t h March 1955 
                             WOODS CREEK
   (Prospective Members of the Club are NOT permitted to
                           attend the Reunr3E.)
   Arrangements have been made for a bus to connect with 
   the 12.33 train from Sydney (about. 2 p.m. at Richmond). 
   A bus will also meet the 5.16 or. 5.46 trains from 
   Richmond on Sunday afternoon` - arriving Sydney
   7,11 or 7.28 respectively.        FARES: Bus: 2/. each


  1. ..ffe made a tardy start this general meeting night, and it was

8.30 before our worthy President could make his voice beard above the clamour.

   The' minutes were read and the correspondence, which included a 

letter from May and Paddy Pallin, thanking all for their happy send off. The President took this chance to thank all and sundry for this social success, particularly the toilers who paddled around all Saturday afternoon putting up shelters.

   In our Federation report mention was made of a recent feud betwar 

the manager of Barrington Guest House and walkers going to and from -Carey's Peak. Jim Hooper who lately investigated the situation (at Paddy's request) explained that the trouble arose out of a misunder- standing between this rather touchy manager and some Newcastle Tech. College walkers and, averred Mr. Hooper, fla polite approach makes all the difference“. Young bushwalkers please attempt!

   As the first of our general business the President gave the list 

of offices becoming vacant for our timely consideratio – Secretary: Assistant Secretary, Walks Secretary, Social Secretary, and Membership See?Coary.

   Mr. McGregor moved and everybody seconded a motion that we bock

the R.S.L. Hall for our Christmas Party and also arrange for the time to be extended to 1 a.m.

   Alex Colley, on hearing in the Conservation Report 'Gnat the 

Surveyors' Report on the proposed Blue Mountains National Park had been made available to the local governing bodies concerned for their consideration, moved that we ask the Minister for Lands if we can have one to look at. Tom opined that we hadn't much hope, but we decided there was no harm in asking.

   Mr. Ashdown had a word of complaint about people who collapsed 

tables while visitors are addressing 116, saying that he considered this most bad mannered. Our President, as tactful as ever, suggested that this was possibly brought about by other visitors who didn't realise the delicate equalibrium of our furniture. Malcolm made the point that it was time that we were house trained and didn't sit on the tables anyway.

   Jim then called for those who intend to present an item at the 

Reunion to make themselves known to Ken Meadows or other members of the appropriate Committee, all of whom would be glad to hear about it, and Jim Hooper announced that the date of the S & R weekend had been changed to the 18-20th March to coincide with police and RAAF who are to take part. Also he would like to know how many intend going as the Bobbies are arranging some transport.

   Finally, with a report on the last swimming carnival and a 

r31121,2Ler of next year's, Kevin Ardill finished the business of the meeting which closed at 8.55.

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  1. Taro.
            "Come to Rene 1s Party" said that whimsical folder with the 
       strong Bean flavour. Sounded simple enough - such parties are 
       alwayS happening. Knowing Rene so long and well made it a must. I 
       expected to find the usual roll up of d Club right       out just the
       reverse     only a few of the young fry were there. But it was a 
       grand party of early members, surely the finest compliment Rene ocul 
       wish to enjoy. .:No reunion can I recall with such a warm glow of 
       feeling - maybe ttwas the beautiful mellowing of a quarter century. 

a (Fashion note:' light tinted hair seemed to be the mode.) As the Minn

       in the Corner - given to observation - 1111 say it was more than a 
       birthday party - it was a deMonstration of'the real meaning of the 
       S.B.W; Surely the founders never imagined the 'extent of the pairing 
       to be, and the.fruit thereof could be seen playing around in dozens. 
       Lucky kids all, to bmie a bushwalking background to gi2o* up in. And 
       what.of the Roots1 branch; A child of a child of a S,B.W. couple, 
       all produced within the life of and the material of the Glub. And 
       what better testing ground could there be for the final lOng walk 
       through life. Out in the Bushland the real person comes to the
       surface for all to see, mark and remember.     From the first, and on 
       every walk Ilve shared, I cannot recall one hot argument or disturb- 
       ance, which, humanity being what it is, makes a fine performance. 
       Better give the Bush the credit!


  Back on the main track - the Rene affair. What a party! And 

what a place! - not to be sought afar, but right here at home in Rootsie's backyard, with enough bush, tracks and trimmings for a test walk and a rock climb: I had a couple of simmering hours watching Tem arrive. The setting was perfect a track winding down to open suddenly on the camp site. And thus they dramatically appeared - actually a mannikin parade of pals, some not seen for 20 years. Most of the cast of the Mauin affair were there, including Norm Coulton and Alan Rigby, the actual finders of the delectable quintette.. Yea, even Harold Chardon, the inventor of modified Morse.

   Having socked us into a swamp at Paddy's party the we-ther, not 

ink; Rene, was kind. The moon watched us through the leafy curtain, but the unfortunate victims on the spit took most attention - could we actually surround and annihilate those yards of mutton?

   There's .lots of fun (and anguish) to be bad watching mug carvers 

massacre elegant joints. No matter - oux.salivary creeks were in full flood and any chunk would do. Henry Woolfe would have had a fit at the doings. 'Don't ask me who Henry Woolfe was! I'll tell you. In the, nineties Henry Woolfe, tall, fairish,. spotless,' had a smallgoods shot in George Street just'below Liverpool Street. He served and carved near the front window, and always a crowd was to be seen watching and admiring his superbity. His judgment in cutting skinned goods in one go! Tick on the dot every time! And When:he carved a ham (2/6 1.13 then!!!!) he showed all the grace of a ballerina, with the surety of Athos. TTis said (by me)'he could cut a slice so thin. you could reae a paper through it. AND . gel- this - he was official carver immaculd at ali Government House functions, at the board - not down in the kitchen. Ah gracious days! His window, like the tinkling bells of the old waxWorks, was one of the sights of Sydney . lovable old Sydney. Yes, you've guessed right - the Henry Woolfe you see about the City is the identical original. And don't go writing to ask me who was Athos, 'cos I'll tell you now: He was the aristrocrat of Dumas, immortal three, and acknowledged the finest swordsman in Europe

   Lemme see - was I at Rootsies? I was. About that feed - the 

testers - gallons of 'em, were beautifully flavoured by tricks known . to dieticians (did Wally show judgment). Cane tea and trimmings, and then THE event' THE CAKE

   I found the cutting of the cake most moving in spite of the 

crackle of interjection, which the sincerity of the occasion brushed aside. Tom Herbert, in his capable way, said all the things we were thinking, and Rene's response was not without emotion. For the benefit of absentees (bless 'em - we would not have had so much had they been there), the cake was rectangular - about 16”X12“X4”, and entirely built by Rene's sister. It was deeply, evenly iced, decked. Ath wattle and Xmas bells, with a billy 'on a stick, with a milestone and the inescapable score on it, and inscribed in perfect script - all adding up to something too good for destruction. A

   So much for the outside     this being the age of glamour, one

should tread warily. However, the first cut revealed.a richness of fruit and colour with even texture and taste - taste What a miser- able word for such a magnificent chord of palatal emotion! Cheers

                                                   KEEP UP YOUR VITALITY 
                                                          ON WALKS. WITH
                                           VEGETARIAN FOODS
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                                            WRAPPED IN HANDY 8 OZ. PACKET


                        1.3 HUNTER STREET,                                          S'YDNE:T.
         for Rene and her Authors for so thoughtfully providing such a birth-
         day         Quite without the aid of an electronic brain the cake was 
         portioned to give every one of the 100 odd a reasonable sample.
                  Then began the lighter side with that master compere, Ian Malcolm 
         No one could accuse the S.B.W. of now having musical evenings, and 
         Ernie Austin's songs drove home the extent of our loss in the legitim- 
         ate field. Remember Peter's fine tenoring? Gordon's chesty deeps?
         Edgar's truly lyrical offerings? and I've never heard anyone do 
          'Trees `l better than Joyce Dummer.
                  And Rene herself - our one time maestro - yes, the S.B.W. once 
         had an orchestra and at least three members were at the party: Rene, 
         the conductor and accompaniste; Olive Greenacre, first violin; and 
         a certain flautist who has played with the world's great conductors 
         (chipping in on radio) - but don't tell them for the fluter would
         not like to meet assassination in the very flower of youth: And 
         listen, you yodellers - Rene used to be our coloratura soprano and 
         sang with a fine clear tone and intonation that still remains square 
         on the note. She once gave a great exhibition of sang froid (I don't 
         know how to spell sang froid and I'm not sure what it                                                   but it 
         seems to have some song connection - even looks like something been 
         in a pan - so in it goes). Half way through an aria Rene clean fcrgct 
         the words; quite coolly she turned and told us so (now there was
         news!), and tripped happily off stage as the vast audieliae in a 
         metropClitan tboatre clapped madly, and everyone was happy. i.TJT -- 
         if Cursedcardushod been there he would have nade Rene look the dead 
         spit of the spitted ones half way throe h the blitz. Another star at 
         tllat show was languorous (of G. string!) passionate Hilda McCartney 
         with her violin, and everytime I think of the dress she ocire that 
         nicht - I see red!


  1114And listen, you whiskery hillbillies, for their stage appearance 

the gentlemen of the Sydney Bush, Walkers wore evening dress and had a tailored shave on the day,of the concert. Also at Rene's party were the two who put on, at this concert, the finest spot of tragedy in the Club's theatrical history. They were young aristocrats c-miting the tumbril for 'Ole trip to Madam. Guillotine. Their names - Marion Sutton (now Moroney), and Ian Malcolm. Yes, Rene's party waked up a host of memories. There is one deeply etched memory - on the banks of the Grose, one summer night in the long ago, whenrfour girls standing back to the fire, face to the river, sang 'Sweet and Low“, as written, and sang it perfectly. One at least of the four was with us arre7F's party - Win Chardon. Ant what a lot of faces Jean Austin's. one candle power lightens up. Since the vanishment of Stoddie's Melody Maidens hill billy seems to be King Billy around the camWire. I'm sure Mr. Schubert would not mind us having a half hour of wLilac Time”, the net that snared so many of-Schubert's lovely and simple melodies. And every camp fire should have at least a half- hour of Gilbert and Sullivan quite unadulterated. (I move that the Canoe Club be raided and Roy Gaddelin - fiddle and bow - be forcibly taken and welded to the S.B.W.).

    Bean, of course, did some surprising things, and that bright 

s'oark of other days, Gordon Pritchard, was more flashing than ever. (A sad loss to the Club when G.P. dropped out.) The surprise of t1.e night wets Joan's Puppet Show - how that gal is sure steeped in the theatrel I can see some dreadful shocks coming when she puts 3.B.W, puppets on the payroll.

    One black spot of the night was the absence of Mylcw - the fathez. 

- the core of the Club.

    As usual Time was the enemy, and midnight arrived before half a 

dozen words had been exchanged. Then Ho for the bushwalk up the trazk to the house and gate where hundreds of posh waggons were await ing their owners to take lem N.S.E.W. prestos (A cbanrro froth '27 when a few push bikes comprised the rolling stock of the Club.)

    A truly great night, and Rene's cheery invite to her birthday 

party in 1965 just put the philosophic crown on everything.

                          FEDERATION NOTES - FEBRUARY.
                                                           Allen A. Strom.

THE ARTHUR GROOM MEMORIAL FUND: It was agreed to make a donation 7777727777-7M fund.

SEARCH AND RESCUE: The Practice Weekend will now, be held on weekend 117276717717777Ein the Policeman Range Area. C,: Contact man will want to know who wail be attending so-that he cc *0( to the meeting. of S R tCrbe held on March 9th. During ,iliness of the S n Secretary; Mr. Norman Allen will be Acting Seciletary. 1Phone. numbers are: Business FY6292.. Private FW6456.

ANNUAL CAMP Will be held on March 26/27th at Mcwella Karong. The. special 'task allocated to the S.B.W. is cleaning up after the Campfire,

 Ken Stewart and Geof Wagg will be the Campfire Leaders. Name tags 
 will be supplied. A circular will be forwarded later to Clubs outlin- 
 ing Reunion details.
    Following a report that Bushwalkers were being directed not be 
 camp in the Catchment Area of the Warragamba Dam, it was agreed that 
 the President should seek a personal interview with the President or 
 Secretary of the Water Board in order to clarify the position.
 KARIONG: A conference of a nuMber of interested bodies was held on 
 Saturday, February 12th, to discuss a means of implementing the estab- 
 lishment of The Kariong National Park. It included a representative
 from the Conservation Department and the Fauna Protection Panel. 
 The resolutions agreed upon covered the following:
   (1) The Government to be pressed to take action to establish 
      the National Park for the preservation and study of flora, 
      fauna and aboriginal relics. 
   (2) The Trust for the Park to include representatives of 
      Government Departments and interested Conservn Bodies.
   (3) Any agreement on this Kariong Project shall not p2ejudice the
      achievement of general reservations along the Hawkesbury
 A Committee was appointed to implement the resolutions. It will 
 consist of Miss Crommelin (Warrah Sanctuary), Mr,. G. Mo=e (Huvr_zesbu.',( 
 Scenic Pres. Council), Mrs. T.Y. Stead (W.L.P.S.A.), Mr. Myles Dunphy 
 (N.P.P.A.C.), Mrs. Sourrey (Gosford Flora and Fauna Pres. Soc.) and 
 power to co-opt.
 It was agreed that it would be a good thing to arrange similar 
 conferences on other matters of interest. Mr. F.J. Griffiths, Chief 
 Guarcf,ian of Fauna, agreed to undertake the organisation of this work.
 MORTON PRIMITIVE RESERVE: The Minister for Lands has directed that 
 FingElle-METETEFFEME of the Reserve is being carried out by the 
 Trust in a manner that satisfies the purpose of the dedication, there
 should be no alteration of the position. If at any time there are 
 contemplated decisions which will change the status Tzo, then the 
 Fauna Protection Panel shall be called upon for an expression of 
 The outcome of this Ministerial direction is as follows (pro tem):
   (1) The Forestry Departthent will not be given any rights over 
      the Reserve.
   (2) The Fauna, Protection Panel's request for the Reserve to 
      become a Faunal Reserve is refused.

s (3) The threat to M.P.R. has been temporarily averted.

 The greatest danger lies in a change in attitude or personnel of the 
 BARREN GROUND: Reported thdt the proposal for a Fauna Reserve is now 
 being FEUEM by the Mines Department to determine any implications.
 NADGEE: The District Lands office at Goulburn is prepa:ing a map.. of. 
 -.6=174 pursuant to presenting a report to the Department of Lands.
 HALLET!S BEACH: (Cowan Creek, goring--gat Chase). A report tha the 
 KUring-gai Motor Yacht Club wants to erect a Club Boat-House, Pier 
 and Baths at Halletls Beach, has been followed up.
          A report that the Royal National Park Trust proposes to hand over 

portion of the N.W. cnr212,r of the Park to the Sutherland Shire Council is being investigated.

BOUDDI NATURAL PARK: A work party will be held on the weekend Tre“En'aFy 7;7177E7Transport to the' Park has been arrange0 for Friday evening, February 25th. Cost 17/6d. Assistance in this project mould be deeply appreciated. There is still an urgent need for Ranger Patrols thz,ough the Park. Delegates are asked to bring the matter before their Club Meetings.

          If you want to interest your friends, in our Conservation 

Projects, we can help with the organisation of transport and trips.

          March 18,19,20th: The Budderoo and Barren Ground Areas.
          March 25,26,27th: Morton Primitive Reserve (Meryla Pass section), 

We can also help with propaganda leaflets and showings of colour transparencies.

                                                                    00MIllul.1 OMNI
                                                   OUR TRIP TO BOGONG HIGH PLAINS.
  1. Bon-oh.
          Firstly, let me introduce you to the members of the trIp. Our 

party consisted of six all told, Tine Koetsia, Grace Aird and Beverley P:-ice, and the boys, Don Mathews, Geof Wagg and myself.

          Now that we have our starters I can proceed to tell you something 

of the whereabouts of the Bogong High Plains. They are found about 50 miles south-east of Albury, their average height above sea-16vel being about 5,600 ft. with several higher peaks: Mt. Bogong (6,508') Mt. Cope (60025'), Mt. Loch (6,144f) and Mt. Feathertop (6,267'). As to the extent of the High Plains, the northern section is dominated by Mt. Bogong, the southernmost peak is Mt. Hothfim, and Mt.Feathertop is on the western boundary. The total length is avarurzir-tely 26 miles.

           Our plan' was to climb Mt. Bogong from Tawonga, then proceed south 

to Mt. Hotham, then double back in a NNW direction to Mt. Feathertop, thence down to Harrietville. From Harrietville we planned-to have d look at the Mt. Buffalo National Park for a couple of days, then hitc, to Albury and home by tain. The plan allowed us six days walking on the High Plains.

           We left Sydney on Christmas night. We will dispense with the 

unnecess ary details of our train journey to Albury. Our next step was to board a bus to Tawonga. After a certain amount of searching the bus depot was found. Our transport was due to leave at 9.30 a.m. or thereabouts (it turned out to be thereabouts), Which gave us 22 hours to see Albury. It was Boxing Day. The only place open for breakfast was the Railway Refreshment Room. After brea-.:fast a walk down the main street and to the Botanical Gardens gave us time to digest our steak.

           Our bus rolled out of the shed at 9.45 and proceeded very
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   cautiously along the main road, with the driver clearing his throat 
   to tell us all about the local sights. "On your left...' he would 
   say, then l'On your right..", indicating the numerous attractions that
   presented themselves, such as the butter factory and the football 
   ground. His next remark was, whilst crossing the bridge across the 
   Murray River "In a moment you will be in Victoria".
       Towards midday we had our first glimpse of Mt. Bogong.. It looka,1
   exciting from the road towering above all other ridges, and being 
   clear of vegetation it seemed to stand out from the surrounding ridger-,
       We reached Tawonga and faund it boasted a store ard a pub. I 
   did.nt see the horse and dog, but it was a friendly place. The local
   storekeeper gave us all a lecture on how to "tickle" trout. He 
   assured us that more fish are caught this way than any other, that 
   If one hook is bitten off by an eel. We had lunch on, the banks of 
   the Kiewa River, then some little time was spent taking pictures of 
   Mt, Bogong to the chatter of 'there's .a good foreground" - "Not much
  light, is there?" - "Is that the right exposure?" Looking at a map
   we could see the horrible details that confronted us, meaning, of 
   caurse, that we had a road bash of 10 miles to the base of the Stair- 
   case Ridge which was to be our ascent ridge.  let's get it 
   ov;Ir with" was the general cry. Don and Tine not being interested j- 
   the art of photography went on ahead and set us a most difficult tasIr. 
   during the afternoon to catch them. The sun beat mercLlessly on Itittr 
   backs as we walked along the road. And we walked and walked. Oh, c":, 
   poor feet on this first day out! At long last we crossed Mountain 
   Creek and spotted a tent on a clear space near the stream, smoke from 
   the campfire announcing the presence of a billy of boiling water for 
   a cuppa. Although. this spot was some 4 miles short of the base of 
   the ridge it was good enough for us, and a swim inthe creek settled 
   it. As we cooked the evening noUthe sunset gave us a fine display


of clouds across the sky, propelled by some unseen wind, tinted golden red as they passed through the sun's last rays.

Monday morning found us up at 5 a.m. and away by 7 a.m. We soon 

got rid of the four miles of road and found ourselves at the base of a ridge. The map showed the Staircase Ridge commencing at the end of the road, and as we were at the end of the road with a track leading up the ridge we presumed it was the Staircase Ridge. Our hard work had now started - 4,500f to climb in 4 miles to the summit. We climbed steadily for 3 hours and lunched in sight of the summit with a mile left to go. The trees had now given way to grassy slopes, as we had passed the timber line. Snow daisies grew in great confusion and a fine display of colour they gave to the ridge sides. The summ4t but stood like a sentinel just below the trig which we reached by 4.30 p.m. Absence of firewood on the bleak mountain top made cooking a longish procedure. As the sun went down the wind arose and the flight of the Bogong moths began - literally millions of these small moths flew round in crazy circles above us.

Before continuing 2 must explain the ridge system: from the 

summit of Bogong two ridges can be seen leading to the summit, and it was apparent to us, when we looked back, that we bad not come up the Staircase Ridge at all. Since the map was made the road has been continued on to the base of the Est ale Spur, which is about 2 miles Past the Staircase Ridge. The ridges are very similar, but it is rnucl. further by the ridge we took.

A howling wind was the feature of the night. The ftp.'-,repid member 

ofthc: party, Don and Tine, Geof and Grace, slept on the mountain top next to the trig, and were rocked to sleep by the constant flapping of the defiant little tent against the unrelenting wind. The summit hut offered a deceitful shelter to the two remaining merbers, but alas, how 'z: he chill wind penetrated all night.

The sun's rays commenced the thawing out process once it bad 

gained a little height above the ridge tops. After a late start of 9.45 the first of the walking on the High Plains began. Two hours saw us at the Cleve Qole Memorial Hut. This was built of stone and looked as though it was built to withstand severe blizzards.” One could imagine how cosy it would be during the winter months, but now was not the time to go sheltering in huts, so after sweets and drinks we made our way onwards to another smaller but a mile away. The watches show- ed 1 p.m. and a lunch stand was called for, all being unanimously in favour of it. While the billies boiled we lay basking on the snow grass. The customary hour was taken, but before pushing on, noses were lined up for an application of sunburn cream from Tine.

Tuesday afternoon turned out to be a scrub bash down the T-spur 

which led down to Big River. The scrub got thicker as we got lower on the ridge. We were all glad when the river was reach d. After much discussion we decided to camp here, although it was only 3.30 rather than attack the Duane Spur that leads from the rier up to the High Plains. The High Plains is dissected by this river, aril to walk along the plateau means going down to the river and up to the kmme height on the other sidp.

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   Boys and girls moved upstream and downstream respectively to 
 swim and wash. Soon after, Geof was bun making his eail7 damper 
 while our dried veges soaked and the Mellah set in tile cold water of 
 the river. There were actually three food parties, one being Geof, 
 Grace and Beverley, another Don and Tine, and then myself, a last 
 minute starter of the irmip, but my own food list. However I was well 
 looked after by Don and Tine.
  The stillness of the night was broken by a lot of noise coming 
 from the fireplace. Torches cut a beam through the darkness to show 
 a possum nosing through the billies and other things lying around. It 
 was amusing to see him sitting bn his hind legs with his front paws 
 holding some of his stolen food, eating away most unconcernedly. His 
 huge goggle-eyes seemed to reflect the torch beam back at us. The 
 drama was broken by a rock hurled by Goof. The night marauder 
 scampered away and we were at last able to go to sleep.
    We arose at some Unearthly hour next morning and hauled on our 
 rucksacks for a 6.30 a.m. start. We crossed the river in the first 
 hundred yards of the day's walk, carrying our footwear across so we 
 could have dry feet for the rest of the day. Beverley swayed slight17


in midstream, and Bev's new camera looked like getting a ducking, when she shouted “Catch this!” and next moment to our surprise a camera was making its way through the air to be brilliantly caught by Don on the bank. “Well caught, Sir” we shouted, much to Bev's relief.

   The ridge went upwards and onwards - seemingly endless, like all 

ridges on hot days. We beat the rising mist to the top and it was good to look back across the valley, the mist hiding its depths with a soft white floor. Flowers ehowed themselves everywhere, especially trigger plants and snow daisies. Here and there were clumps of golden yellow buttercups, and bushes of pea flower added splashes of yellow to the ridge.

   Snow poles marked the junction of the tracks on top of the High 

Plain, with notices pointing in all directions. If you ever find yourself at this point don't do what we did and proceed to Timm's Lookout. I don't say that Timmls Lookout isn't very nice, but it is in the opposite direction to the route that is normally taken past Mt. Nelson. After discovering our humiliating mistake, we retraced our steps for the two mllee we had come and then proceeded once again along the Mt. Nelson track, but this time it really was the Mt. Nelson track. We had lunch a mile or so past Mt. Nelson under the welcome shade of some snow gums.

   The distance was consumed fairly rapidly after lunch a..Y when wc- 

reached snow pole 241 the workings of heavy machinery at the State Electricity Commission camp could be heard. Unfortunatcly thi.s camp has boon built right on the track, which meant that we went right through the middle of it. As we walked through the cam, heavy earth moving equipment rolled by, turning the once peaceful HIL..1 Plains into a mechanical nightmare. It was good to leave the noise and dust behind as we climbed around Baealt Hill. This hill seemed to be the centre of interest to the camp, the huge mechanical shovels biting into it and loading the basalt into trucks to be carted away.

   Wallace's Hut was a mile from Basalt Hill, and wit1')in another 

mile of this but were three others. The huts were, with only one exception, the “Scout Hut”, (i.e. a ski lodge presumably built by scouts) all in a most disreputable condition and only in a severe blizzard would one pluck up enough courage to camp in one.

   Camp for the night was set up just before Cope Hut, the last one 

of the bunch. The weather looked threatening, mist gradually surrourc:- ing us as we pitched camp, but looking out of the tent in the morning blue sky greeted us, so breakfast was hurried and we were on our way at 7.50 a.m. Cope Hut to Mt. Cope is a distance of 22 miles. The main track by-passes Mt. Cope by a half mile. That meant a half mile walk from the track to the summit, so packs were dropped at the junction ard cameras were shouldered. Grace had a blister on her hee_ so decided to walk on slowly, while the five remaining bode continued up the mountain.

   The view from Mt. Cope is probably the best on the High Plains, 

or I should say the most extensive view, due to the fact that Mt .Cope is situated approximately in the middle of the High Plain, Afte:::, identifying some of the surrounding peaks and taking the necessary


Pictures we beat a hasty retreat to the main track. The climb there and back had taken -“hour, those with cameras taking one hour, the snow daisies being irresistable close-up s'hots.

   Catching Grace took a little While. The track now went around 

Mt. Jim, on whose southern side we made our mid-dayhalt. As we bad lunch we could see Mt. Feathertop towering above the High Plains, wit the West Kiewa River valley between us and the mountain. 'Don, Tine and I left 30 minutes before the others. Dropping down 1,500? brought us to the'Cobungra River. As the afternoon wore on Geoffrey came down the ridge, but no Grace and Bev. “Where are the girls?” I asked. “Aren't they here?” Geof queried. “No”, said I. Geof told us they 11:,: left' a while before him as he had gone to take a photograph of Mt. Feathertop.. We gave them a little while longer but they did not appear, so.we retraced our steps up the ridge track the.r. off down the fl:ost spur, and there we found our lost walkers sitting down, waiting for 172.

   It was shaving time before' tea that night, because we were bein 

sco3dcd for looking like tramps, so we lathered our faces and jibe blade hadked into our now tender. whiskers. Don was rewarded, with a cheek rub with Tine to prove how smooth his beardless face now was.

   We crossed the Cobungra at 8.15 next morning and commenced the 

cltlb up to Mt. Loch. The weather was blowing a treat and clouds racdd across the heavens at great speed. Mt. Feathertop lived up to its name, the top being clothed in soft white clouds, TL'3 ridge was long and steep, but quite good underfoot. From Mt. Loch to Mt. HothaT was unfortunately a road bash. Diamentina Hut was to haVe been our camp spot that night, but one look at it and we moved on, dropping down a small gully to Diamentina Creek. We made camp at 12 midday. Please excuse our early camp, but it was New Year's Eve.

   Don suggested that for a little celebration we should have tea 

at the Chalet at Mt. Hotham. This suggestion was thought a wonderful idea by all. So at 3 p.m. we made ourselves look reasonably respect- able and walked round the road leading to the Chalet. From the roadway the ridge, or Razorback as it is called, can be seen extendin from Hotham to Mt. Feathertop, a distance of 6 miles. We soon reachec. the Chalet and the Manager was consulted by our Business Manager Don, who arranged the evening meal at a cost of 10/- per head. It was 4 p.m. and tea was to be served at 6.30 p.m. - 22 hours to fill in. Goof went back for Bev who had decided to rest instead of walking to the Chalet, meanwhile we other four took a walk along the road past the Chalet, returning by 5.45. Geof had just beaten LI, -sack.

   At 6.30 p.m. we were seated at a large table in the dinang room, 

with Geoffrey placing on the table the mysterious little box he had carried all the trip. To our surprise it was a box of sweetE, and very delicious too. The meal was most satisfying to air dried vege- table constitutions, the plates of cheese crackers ditinlshing rapidly before the soup. It was a real 3-course meal, supplemented b7 the sweets from Geof's mysterious box.

   A golden-red sunset lit the sky as we made our way back!bo our 

camp. By 9 p.m. we had a fire burning brightly for a brew. Tne


darkness of the hillside was interrupted by the light of a torch as someone made his way down the slope towards us. It turned out to be one of the chaps who was building a ski-hut about 200 yards from where we were camped. “Like to come up to the but for a little celebration” he asked. To this we all agreed, it being New Year's Eve. Midnight found us singing Auld Lang Syne and saying to our hosts that we really must be going. They saw our point of view, beinc e%-311shwalkers now turned to the pleasures of skiing and they sympath- ised with us. So we made our way down the slope to the tents in happy frame of mind, and sleep was soon upon us.

  The first day of 1955 dawned upon us. Away by 7.50, our object- 

ive was Mt. Feathertop by lunch time. The ridge leading there was a continuous narrow ridge 6 miles long and inclined to be bumpy in parts. The track sidled the ridge most of the way making it reason ably flat, and our progress was rapid. We reached the foot of Mt, Feathertop by 10.15 a.m. The best part of an hour was spent at the saddle looking at the memorial cairn, photographing and resting. Don started to climb the mountain before us. Beverley Ci.o-ided to carry on to Feathertop Bungalow and wait for us there. By the time Geof, Grace and I had started, Don was on his way down. Alip met half way, muttered a few words, and Don scrambled on downwardd'to Tine who was waiting at the bottom for him. Meanwhile we continued our climb to the top. From the trig the view was mighty. Mt. Hotham showed up on the horizon, and the Mt. Buffalo plateau could be clearly seen.

  Lunch at the hut was good, due to the stimulating properties of 

tea. Our hunger was temporarily assuaged by Vita-weets or Rye-vitas, whichever you could stand the most, then off for Harrietville. There were two tracks on the ridge leading down into Harrietville. There must have been because Don, Tine and I followed a track, and Geof, Grace and Bev followed a track. Unfortunately we three ended up three: miles short of the town and had to road bash back to Harrietville, whilst the other three came down a steep pinch and ended up right in the town. I am still trying to convince myself that tL3 map was wronE,

     reunion was held at the milk bar in Harrietville, and after 

teeing up transport for the Mt. Buffalo trip we made our woy along the road looking for a side track to take us to the river. The eastern branch of the Ovans was only half a mile away a-ad a was soon found on the river to camp. Earlier in the afternoon a Llander- storm had gathered giving us a shower for ten or 'fifteen ii.nutes, but now as we camped the clouds seemed to melt away before us, revealing blue sky once again. It was the finale of our Bogong trip, and if Mt. Buffalo could offer us the same amount of enjoyment and picture taking as did the High Plains, then Mt. Buffalo here we come!

                   ANNUAL SNIMMING CARNIVAL.

Half a doten or so young members camped at Lake Eckerslie on the Saturday night, but -the main bulk of competitors arrived at irregular intervals on Sunday morning. We were sorry to see our President departing about 10 a.m., but Jim had an appointment with a tubful of nappies - a priority on the list of most new fathers I'm told. That left us with no President past or present to win the Underwater swim but it was won by maybe a. President-to-be.

15.ILivulvuudy was happy to wait till Biii Henley turned up. He had been to Rene Brown's Birthday Barbecue the sprevious night and had missed his train connections, consequently did not arrive till after 11 a.m. People put in the time swimming and lazing on the sand, pracising underwater swimming, or enticing a friendly little fish out of his rock hiding place with crumbs.

As soon as Bill arrived there was swift action and the first race the Men's Chamoionship, was run off with half a riverful of competi- tors. There were not so many in the Ladies! Race, but everyone who could swim put up an enthusiastic showing, Jenny was sad because she could find no one-to gossip with her as she swam.

There were more men than lady starters for the Mandleberg Cup, so lots were drawn and many unlucky males eliminated through lack of partners. A bit of a problem arose 'when the race was won by Roy Bruggy and his partner, Rona Butler, a member of the S.B.W. by minus five yews. However Bill ruled her a legitimate starter.

The lg power of some of the men in the underwaterswim was little short of incredible. We can understand Kevin Ardill showing up among the winners, but how do you explain the' .fact that the best effort was made by one of the least vocal of Club members, the quietly spoken George Grey?

The Peanut Scramble care just in time,.as lunch was overdue arlY

folk were getting hungry. Everyone went in, just for the, peanuts.

It was a very satisfactory Swimming Carnival, ably conduc3:ed

by Bill and. Kevin. Appended are the results

   litalists      1. Kevin Ardill       Ladieslgls112. 1. Grace Aird
                  2. Roy Bruggy                          2. Heather Joyce
                  3, Alan Walker                         3. Dot Butler
   Men s BIstroke.   1.  George Grey    Ladies! BIstroke.  1. Grace Aird
             _----   2. 
                         Don Newis                         '3 Dot Butler
                     3.  Alan Walker                       3. Elsie Bruggy
   Mandlebem_21224   1,  Rona Butler       Roy Bruggy
                     2.  Heather. Joyce    Don Newis

0 3. Grace Aird Ken Meadows

   LalELLIanat    1. Kevin Ardill    Underwater Swim.   1. George Grey
                  2. John de Bavay                      2. Alan Walker
                  3. Alan Walker                        3. Kevin Ardill
   EtlEy Race.    1. The Ardill team.
   Peanut Scramble (Men) I. George Grey (39): (Ladies)  1. Dot Butler (29)
                  HENLEY CUP:     Kevin Ardill 7 points
                                  Grace Aird          "
                        THE JOYS OF MOTORING.
  1. Alex Colley.
   Who is primarily to blame for it is obscure, but a German named 

Otto is discredited with one of the basic ideas. He invented a means of compressing a mixture of air and gas in a cylinder, igniting it, and driving a piston with the resulting explosion. The invention is known as the Otto four stroke cycle, and the idea is simple enough. But to make it work, means had to be provided of mixing the air and gas thoroughly and in the right proportions. Electric sparks bad to be generated and explode the mixture at the right -instant. The heat generated had to be reduced or the engine would seize up. It bad to be oiled or it would heat up and wear out in quick tine.

   The resulting contraption was complex, noisy and dirty. It 

sucked in good clean air and expelled it as carbon dioxide, oil fumes, poison gas and goodness knows what else. But it didn't needwiLulky fuel and could usually be started in a few seconds. First i was used in. stationary engines, later to drive a “horseless 'age”, aeroplane propellors, tractors and other machines. It s_ 401 0 On to the roads, into the quiet countryside, into the air, until no place was remote enough to escape the countryside, of the smaller engines or the roar of the larger ones. Farests,long inaccessible were ladopen by bulldozer-made roads. “Sportsmen”, too lazy to walk far, could drive near to their victims.

    One of the effects of fast mechanical locomotion ,f1-710, roadways 

was that the relaxing and health giving pastime of walking alang country roads became .a thing of the past. This was partly because of the noise, dust, smell and danger of the whizzing vehicles, but perhaps more because people became obsessed with a craze' for moving fast on wheels; Whether there was any real” need td, be somewhere else; or whether the place reached was better than the none left, didn't matter. That instinct is satisfied by movement cars I donut know, but at least it is not peculiar to man; most dogs love riding in cars. To many, fast movement for its own sake becomes an obsession.. I have observed some 70 'drivers on a 'reliability trial speeding one after another along a once quiet country road, raising clouds of dust and grit, and oblivious of some of the most beautiful scenery in tle. state. Same like doing this sort of thing for weeks“ on end. Walking for pleasure is now confined mainly to bushwalkers who. are regarded 'as peculiar, if not demented.

    The movement of a vehicle by means of the internal combustion 

engine introduced DrobleMs beyond the production of power; it had to be steered by a complex mechanism; on corners one back wheel had to be driven faster than the other; the jolting of iron tyres on roads, tholzh endurable by 'the human frane,'would soon put a c;ormlex engine out of action, hence pfteumatic tyres, soft springs, shock absorbers to cushion the rebound,:stabiliser,bars and the rest. To these were added other refinements, some useful, some merely decorative according to the style of the day. In order to harness the power of gasoline., to move a person or persons on four wheels, a vehicle weighing a ton

    or more, costing a full yearis earnings for most, and having some 
    4,000 parts, was necessary.
         The vibration caused by the explosions in the cylinders, togethe): 
    with the jolting from the roads, were reduced as engines, suspension, 
    tyres and roads improved, but they were never eliminated. Hence the 
    4,000 parts, even if welded or bolted together, are almys tending to 
    work loose, crack or break. Heat, grit, air, water and other erosive 
    elements are constantly at work on the sensitive poTts. It is not 
    therefore to be wondered that there is always scmething wrong with a 
    'actor car and that, if it is to work at all, constant attention is
   necessary. The things that Stop it are seldom major breakages, except

40 in accidents. A loose screw, a little bit of wear, a hit Of dirt

    on contact points, or something too small to be noticed, as, for 
    instance, a hairline crack in a bit of porcelain, will stop it as 
    surely as a brick wall, and may take even a mechanic hours to discover,
         Let us imagine a newly fledged motorist, having invested years of 
    savingsog.. mortgaged his future earnings in acquiring an. automobile, 
    and haviugndured the tortures of learning to drive, setting farth
    to enjoy     elf. His driving will, of necessity, be done mainly at 
    weekends, and he will probably yearn for the open country. There are
    four direct routes he may take - The Princes, Hume, Western or 
    Pacific Highways. Setting off along one of these routes he will, if
    statistically inclined, be reminded that there are some 700,000 
    vehicles registered in N.S.W., and that a good proportion of the 
    owners have the same idea as himself. Hence his drive is not2 as he 
    may have imagined, a pleasant country excursion, but a constant vigil 
    to avoid running into the car in front, 'being run into from behind, 
    avoiding the ones who pass and "cut in , getting round large, slow 
    moving vehicles without banging into an oncoming car, ard so on. He 
    will not have driven long before other statistics, and their cause, 
    are impressed on his mind. If he keeps his eyes on the road, drives 
    carefully and is constantly alert, he has a fPir chance of avoiding 
    an accident, providt' he doesn't meet a drunk or a speedster on the 
    wrong side of the r     or a vehicle out of control. Be cannot look 
    around and enjoy his surroundings. Unless he is a very experienced 
    driver he cannot even converse freely without risking that fraction 
    of a second's reaction delay that could spell disaster. The trouble 
    isthat the driver is moving at a speed much faster than his 
    intellect is designed to handle.

4 If' there are passengers in the car they too will be under

    tension, particularly if they can drive. In their steel-encased 
     confinement all are vibrated, jolted and swayed together. Temperl 
    rise and families nag, while the effort of concentrating above th9 
    hubbub adds to the driver's trials. Amongst friends2-boredom is the 
     first sign of strain, even though open skirmishing may be restrained.
          Perhaps, though, it is all worth while to reach some panorama
     or sylvan glade far from the city's turmoil. At every ,tip norama there 
    will be dozens of cars and hundreds of people. SeaB014940torists 
     anticipate this, and I have often observed them buryitagtheir heads 
     in newspapers on arrival at look-uts. Sylvan glades    all occupied 
     by kiosks and tables, or littered with garbage. Perhaps cur motorist 
     decides to take a little bush track. If so he will find it lined 
     with bottles, tins and other rubbish.


   But it is on the journey back that the motorist is truly sorry. 

He and his fellows, determined to get the thing over as quickly as possible, speed along the four highways, and, quite frequently, congeal into an unbroken queue on' the outskirts of the city. Miles of Progress in short crawls may ensue as darkness falls.

   Then come holidays, and he is free to roam the roads. Setting

off with caravan or tent, he heads for the open spaces. Surely along, those vast distances good campsites abound. If our motorist is a bushwalker he is in for a shock. By-budftwalking standards there are no good campsites. Every otherwise pleasant site is already occupied, littered with rubbish, or camped out. Private property, though usually available on request to bushwalkers, is usually closed to motorists who must camp with their cars near the roadway.

   During the week traffic is often sparse enough to allow the ' 

motorist to relax - provided he can stop worrying about those 4,000 parts. Unfortunately, as the distance between ?phones and garages increases he will become ever more aware*of them; it is surprising how sensitive the ear becomes to squeaks, rattles, whinos and niggles thaG may herald the loosening or imminent breakdown of a.,..important part, That hiss - was it 'a tyre subsiding, or a bitompke6 road? On long journeys the tension may be lower, but it can be cumulative0

   From the foregoing it may be construed that I don't own a car.

This is. correct. I have a vehicle, but even the Transport Department doesn't call it a car. It 3771-rever, well equipped for modern traffic. In front there is no flimsy chrome wafer to serve as a bumper, but a large steel girder. The back has no bumper, being mainly flat steel plating from which a flange projects horizontally at mudguard level. The lower bodywork is of aluminium which bends easily both inwards and outwands, and, however much pain is removed, it will not rust. It has a canvas hood (like a covered waggon) which cannot be washed or polidhed. Safe speeds are insured by the nsise of the engine, virhich emits a high pitched whin at anything over 40 m.p.h.and at lower speed gives the passe s the illusion of ' speed without its dangers. The pringing is the seats upright, and upholstery meagre.' This assures that we ne er motor for the alleged pleasure of it, and that neither of the regular passengers will ever suggest a prolonged tour.

                       TIDE LAIRD BARBECUE.
  1. Dot Butler.
    We think the excuse for the party was the fact that Ross has 

recently moved into a new house at Gymea Bay.

    We met in mass quantity under the electric clock at Central at 

7 pem:,.then, emigrated to the platform and caught our its2ain. We completelt.filled one compartment, but were unfortunately invaded by an inebriated gent who lurched all over us and sang for us in a ratv:',cs bellow as far as Hurstville. At length we cculd bear it' no longer and led him off by the 'arm to the adjoining compar'Gment. Sad to relate, he chose to fall over two or three times in toansit, Which didn't help any.

           At length we emerged and stepped out at a smart pace for ,a'oer 
     suburbia and the Laird damidie. Before long some 40 odd bods had 
     arrived. The Admiral took charge of the bar and dispensed beer in a 
     highly professional manner to all takers, While Dave and Dot, who have 
     now some sort of a reputation as fruit punch concoctors, were set the 
     job of producing a bowl of same.          Meanwhile folk milled around and 
     played quoits or hurled a couple of medicine balls furiously at each 
     other. The little dog called Harley, who was intended to be a boxer 
     but turned out to be a dachshund and goodness knowS whfit else, bounded 
     madly in fifty directions at once chasing the ball, bccolling at the 
     highest pitch of his lungs, and a good time was had by all.
          The cooking of the slabs of steak and sausages was a- masterpiece 
     of ingenuity. A wire bed frame was erected over the fire, a. sheet of 
     small mesh wire-netting spread on top to prevent the sausages falling 
     through, then all the meat was laid on and cooked to a turn in about
     20 minutes - a much better method that spitting the beast whole and 
     taping ten hours to render it to cinders outside while the inside 
     remains red raw.
           The eating and festivities continued till 2 a.m. when the party 
     took to itweleeping bags under a large canvas which Ross! father 
     spread over the outsize rotary clothes hoist. 'revealed to            : 
     the astonished neighbours slumbering bodies by the doZen. As soon as 
     Geoffrey awoke there was no sleep for anyone any more, and in self 
     defence they got up for breakfast. Some folk brolight their thin, and 
     the rest were fed from the communal supply of Cornflakes, blackberries 
     io'_n6 sugar and cream.
           Then Brian tried to leave to go hOme. Stitt was going to drive 
     him to the station per motor bike. Oh, how that poor boy sufC,-,2ed! 
     First they took his bag away and hid it. When he somehow regained 
     possession and was making a dash for the motor-bike he was seized bag 
     and all and carried, bodily out to the back lawn again. So Peter got 
     vr, offsider to open the side gates and drove in to rescue the victim. 
     Unfortunate movel       eof now padlocked the gate and they were prison-
     ers. A kind-hearte         . Laird gave Brian the key, and at the
     psychological moment        frantically fumbled open the gates and they 
     were away.
           The remainder of the party now went down to the local creek for 
     a swim. As we followed the creek down through the bush. we were 
     suddenly confronted by a ferocious gentleman with a black stubble on 
     his chin who forbade our further passage. I have heard some unusual 
     complaints levelled at walkers, but never one to equal his for sheer
     amaang incredible inventiveness: I would blush to have to record it 
     so I won't. Seeing he was outnumbered 20 to one it hardly seemed 
     cricket to surge past him regardless, so we retraced our steps to the 
     other side of the creek and continued on to the swinmimg pool. A 
      swim, then back for lunch. (Poor Mrs. Laird, caritt she get rid of her 
     guests!) A quarter of a mile from home a most appetising smell
      suggesting mast dinner assailed our nostrils. appetising  we're going back
      to cold left-over sausages and watermelon".         We went into the kitche'r.1
      and behold the delicious odour belonged right there -111rs.oLaird had 
      built the remains into a really remarkable goulash! 'When we stand 
      round with our mouths full thanking Ross for the really super party 
      we must remember to congratulate him especially on his happy choice 
      of parents.
                            "TENTS MOMENTS"

Are our past tents better than our present tents? Well, 'we often see an old timer bring 'in a tent h2'bought back in,Y37 and reckon they aren't as good these days”. Well, of course only time will tell, but we have always endeavoured to keep the high quality and venture to say that our present tents will be spoken of just as proudly in the future.

Right now we have a small stock of the latest and most wonderful tent cloth we have ever seen. The cloth is called “Wyncol” and was specially ride for the successful Everest expedition tents. A mixture of nylon and cotton it will resist winds up to 100 m.p.h. and is waterproof while still retaining its 'breathine qualities, will not sweat. Now just get out the smelling salts while I quote a few prices

     Two Man "A" 7Y x 51 A                              20. 2 6
     Glen          x 4' wall tent ...                   20.17. 3
     Era 7Y x 5' wall tent                              25.19.6.

Blimey! What is it lined with,. gold? Well, no, but it is at least a golden colour and would make a tent that would last for generations. Just think of Mr. Laird patting his grandson on the back,,- “Yes, Ross III, I bought that tent back in Abut they aren't as good these days”.

                               PADDY PALLIN,
                          LIGHTWEIGHT CAMP GEAR
                     201 Castlereagh Street, Sydney. 
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