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 |At Our July Meeting - Alex Colley |1| |At Our July Meeting - Alex Colley |1|
 |Your Walking Guide| 2| |Your Walking Guide| 2|
-|On Being Led - One of Them" |3|+|On Being Led - "One of Them" |3|
 |Hatswell's Taxi ac Tourist Service (advt.) |5| |Hatswell's Taxi ac Tourist Service (advt.) |5|
 |All On A Summer's Day |5| |All On A Summer's Day |5|
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- 82 Mbssvale return via Fitzroy Falls-Grassy Mtn-Maralya 'pass. An interest=' + 82 Mossvale return via Fitzroy Falls-Grassy Mtn-Maralya pass. An interesting trip in continually changing country, mostl' on track. Cost  28/7.\\ 
-ing trip in continually changing country, mostly' on track. Cost - 287-+ 83 Albion Park-Dhruvragha-MtJamberoo Pass-Minnamurra. An adequate test walk with some delightful views. Cost - 21/-\\ 
- 83 Albion Park-Dhruvragha Mt-Jemberoo Pass-Minnamurra. Am adequate test + 84 Heathcote-Ulloola Falls-Audley-Launch to Cronulla. Pleasant, easy, track walk. Cost - 10/-.\\ 
-walk with some delightful views. Cost - 21/-. + 85 Katooma return via Blue Dog-Glen Alan Canyon ,Carlon's Head. Excellent 
- 84 Heathcote-Ulloola Falls-Audley-Launch to Cronulla. Pleasant, easy, track walk. Cost - 10/-. +trip for aspiring walker to test his metal. Good views and fine country. Easy rock climb on fixed chains up Carlons Head, Cost 19/3...\\ 
- 85 Katooma return via Blue Dog-Glen Alan Canyon ,Sc,,,Carlon's Head. Excellent + 86 Katoomba return via Red Ledge & Mitchell's Ck. An old favourite and 
-trip for aspiring walker to test his metal. Good views ane fine -' country. EaSy rock climb on fixed chains up Canons Head, Cost 93".... +always exciting. Good views over Megalong Valley. Cost - 23/.\\
- 86 Katoomba return via Red Ledge & Mitchell's Ck. An old favouriteand +
-always exciting. Good views over Megalong Valley. Cost - 23/.+
  87 Glenbrook-St.Helena-Blaxland. A trip in the notorious Blue Labyrinth  87 Glenbrook-St.Helena-Blaxland. A trip in the notorious Blue Labyrinth
-but St. Helena repays the effort. Can be scratchy. Cost - 15/-. +but St. Helena repays the effort. Can be scratchy. Cost - 15/-.\\ 
- 88 Blackheath-Minni Minni Rge-6 ft. Track-Katoomba. Good medium test walk. + 88 Blackheath-Minni Minni Ridge- 6 ft. Track-Katoomba. Good medium test walk. 
-Extensive view from Gibralter Rocks. Cost - 36/-. +Extensive view from Gibralter Rocks. Cost - 36/-.\\ 
- 89 Megalong Valley-Chanlowie Ck-6 ft. Track,.KatooMba. Another good medium + 89 Megalong Valley-Chanlowie Ck-6 ft. Track -Katoomba. Another good medium 
-test. Megalong always scenicly delightful. Cost - 25/-. +test. Megalong always scenic delightful. Cost - 25/-.\\ 
- 90 Terry Hills-Topham Tri_eillunga-The Basin. Pleasant walking with + 90 Terry Hills-Topham Trig-Willunga-The Basin. Pleasant walking with 
-possibly some wildflowers in this mild season. Cost - +possibly some wildflowers in this mild season. Cost -\\ 
- 91 Federation Ball. No Friday night walk:this weekend.+ 91 Federation Ball. No Friday night walk:this weekend.\\
  92 Pymble-Ryland Trig-St. Ives. Saturday & Sunday walk will combine. For  92 Pymble-Ryland Trig-St. Ives. Saturday & Sunday walk will combine. For
- & 93 further information see ad. page 14.+ & 93 further information see ad. page 14.\\ 
 + 
 +AMENDMENT TO WALKS PROGRAMME\\ 
 +WALK No. 84 Heathcote - Uloola Falls - Audley - Cronulla will now be held on 24th August in lieu of 17th August. LEADER: Joan Cordell - FY.2575.
  
-AMENDMENT TO WALKS PROGRAMWE 
-WALK No. 84 Heathcote - Uloola Falls - Audley - Cronulla will now be held on 24th August in lieu of 17th August. 
-LEADER: Joan Cordell - FY.2575. 
 WALK No. 87 - Blaxland - St. Helena - Glenbrook: will now be held on 17th August in lieu of 24th August. WALK No. 87 - Blaxland - St. Helena - Glenbrook: will now be held on 17th August in lieu of 24th August.
-TPLDER: JackGentle - MA.6121 or LA.6041 (B). +LEADER: Jack Gentle - MA.6121 or LA.6041 (B). Note also reversal of original route. 
-Note also reversal of original route. +
-2. +
-3.+
 ====== On Being Led ====== ====== On Being Led ======
  
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 immediately about were unharmed. After the nightmare journey in the country due for flooding, this was a real haven: there was even a little water in isolated holes in the creek. A dry hot wind was beginning, and clearing away the smoke overcast that had sheltered me so far, so I put a shirt on. Presumably ,I looked like the famous Pelaco advertisement. immediately about were unharmed. After the nightmare journey in the country due for flooding, this was a real haven: there was even a little water in isolated holes in the creek. A dry hot wind was beginning, and clearing away the smoke overcast that had sheltered me so far, so I put a shirt on. Presumably ,I looked like the famous Pelaco advertisement.
  
-Beyond the clearing I could see the hazy ridges where Fritz Creek rises. There seemed to be no obviouS saddle, but perhaps it lay behind a big bluff topped with cliffs - that may even be my Broken Rock.+Beyond the clearing I could see the hazy ridges where Fritz Creek rises. There seemed to be no obvious saddle, but perhaps it lay behind a big bluff topped with cliffs - that may even be my Broken Rock.
 Shortly before nine I started, turning up Fritz Creek. There was a track at first, but perhaps just an animal pad, and in a mile it disappeared in thickets of scorched bushes. I was coming under the shadow of the cliffy bluff, so turned up a spur. After a few hundred feet I could see my ridge was going straight up towards the cliffs, and by ten o'clock I was making a sidle on steep crumbling shale slopes a little way below the cliffs. The heat was increasing, and though the wind was dry from the west, sweat was streaming down and stinging in the cuts from scorched-sharp bushes. Shortly before nine I started, turning up Fritz Creek. There was a track at first, but perhaps just an animal pad, and in a mile it disappeared in thickets of scorched bushes. I was coming under the shadow of the cliffy bluff, so turned up a spur. After a few hundred feet I could see my ridge was going straight up towards the cliffs, and by ten o'clock I was making a sidle on steep crumbling shale slopes a little way below the cliffs. The heat was increasing, and though the wind was dry from the west, sweat was streaming down and stinging in the cuts from scorched-sharp bushes.
  
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 Just as the ancients boasted their deeds in song and story, so the ancients of S.B.W. prepare to blow their own battered trumpets with a repeat performance of that operatic epic "By Jet With Geof", the story of the eighty-five miler, on the free night - 20th August. Just as the ancients boasted their deeds in song and story, so the ancients of S.B.W. prepare to blow their own battered trumpets with a repeat performance of that operatic epic "By Jet With Geof", the story of the eighty-five miler, on the free night - 20th August.
 +
 The following Wednesday should prove to be an evening of exceptional interest as Geoff Broadhead will show movies of Eastern Asia, China and U.S.S.R. The following Wednesday should prove to be an evening of exceptional interest as Geoff Broadhead will show movies of Eastern Asia, China and U.S.S.R.
  
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 John Manning John Manning
  
-Alas, how the numbers dwindle as the walk grows near; from a possible fifteen, the acceptors were whittled away to leave just three staunch or stupid bods to step from the train into the rain on Thursday night, just in time to see 'Coates' truck disappear ahead of them. Fred 'Norral (President of the Hobnails),+Alas, how the numbers dwindle as the walk grows near; from a possible fifteen, the acceptors were whittled away to leave just three staunch or stupid bods to step from the train into the rain on Thursday night, just in time to see 'Coates' truck disappear ahead of them. Fred Worral (President of the Hobnails),
 Mick Elfick and myself comprised the team, with Mike Peryman and two other Hobnails starting from Picton. Mick Elfick and myself comprised the team, with Mike Peryman and two other Hobnails starting from Picton.
  
-At 8 o'clock:we started along the road, arriving at Coates' farm +At 8 o'clock we started along the road, arriving at Coates' farm 9.15 p m. A grand circle was then taken at a very solid pace and we were at the farm again at 10.00 pm, camping in the old hut (a most elusive hut) by 11 p m.
-9.15 p m. A grand circle was then taken at a very solid pace and we were at the  farm again at 10.00 p m., camping in the old hut (a most elusive hut) by 11 p m+
-6.00 a m. Friday morning we stepped out of the hut and set sail for the +
-Nattai, reaching there about 7.10 a m., After a slight delay we were away at a great rate of knots (14 m p.h.) until the Alum River hove in sight at 9 a m. Five minutes for chunder and we're off again. Martins Creek flitted past at +
-10.10 and we stepped across Shea's Creek at 12.20, had lunch, and were off by +
-1 p m. We were now following Mike Peryman's footprints (a theoretical 6i hours ahead). 2.15 found us edging past picnickers at the'Nattai Bridge to see Mike's time, which was 5i hours ahead. NO time to rest now, nnd down the Nattni we +
-staggered to the 'Dilly, which we crossed twice, and eventually regnined the road, practically crawling into Bimlow Bridge in the slow time of 3.40 p m. +
-(The leader says the party must walk faster.) After a couple of minutes break for a drink, we began to stalk towards Bimlow. Having side-stepped at least two +
-of the Sergeant Major's ambushes we walked into the banked-up Cox at 5.40 p m. +
-My spirits almost sank when I saw the water over the road for it was getting dark +
-and we had to climb several hundrsd feet and traverse around at that height on a slope of 600 (ahem) back onto the rnad i mile away. It was dark by this and we pushed along the road to Green Wattle Creek, sidled another small mountain and reached the food depot at i.55 p m. and Maahons at 7.20 p m. We forded the river and climbed over the 'bill and dropped down to a rather deep Cox River for camp in the open at 8.00 +
-6.00 Saturday morning, three pathetic, shivering figures hobbled across the icy Cax OH THE PAIN - and then turned themselves in the direction of Mecca and shuffled along the Cox to Commodore, where Mick and Freddy must poke around inside a tank. Over the Policeman to Kill's Hut and wonder of wonders Mike is only l hours ahead. With fresh incentive we repair our pace and reach the Kovmung at 9.40 a m. Mick and I are b6th thinking - if only Geoff was here. Kanangra River showed itself at 11.30 a m., twenty minutes for chunder, and then off again, reaching harry's River at 2.15. Forty minutes for lunch and the hours to Gibralter Creek and I'm feeling crook (that large tin of Youngberries). 4.40 p m. and we head for home up the track, losing it and reaching the road just +
-on darkness. We blunder a little and eventually reach Mitchell's Creek for a last +
-quick snack. 7.55 and three almost exhausted, but very contented, bods step onto the cliff drive at the top of Devil's Hole. +
-Walking time was 26 hours at an average of 3.64 miles per hour - Friday 3.85, Saturday 3.25 - for a total of 94 miles. Two hours resting and eating time, +
-seventeen hours slumber and three hours walking on Thursday night for at least nine miles. +
-In future if the camp is made at Nilsons Creek the first night (quite a +
-reasonable and simple matter) as it should have been, the hundred miler becomes much more feasible.+
  
 +6.00 a m. Friday morning we stepped out of the hut and set sail for the Nattai, reaching there about 7.10 a m. After a slight delay we were away at a great rate of knots (4 m p.h.) until the Alum River hove in sight at 9 a m. Five minutes for chunder and we're off again. Martins Creek flitted past at 10.10 and we stepped across Shea's Creek at 12.20, had lunch, and were off by 1 p m. We were now following Mike Peryman's footprints (a theoretical 6 hours ahead). 2.15 found us edging past picnickers at the Nattai Bridge to see Mike's time, which was 5 hours ahead. No time to rest now, and down the Nattai we
 +staggered to the 'Dilly, which we crossed twice, and eventually regained the road, practically crawling into Bimlow Bridge in the slow time of 3.40 p m.
 +
 +(The leader says the party must walk faster.) After a couple of minutes break for a drink, we began to stalk towards Bimlow. Having side-stepped at least two of the Sergeant Major's ambushes we walked into the banked-up Cox at 5.40 p m. My spirits almost sank when I saw the water over the road for it was getting dark and we had to climb several hundred feet and traverse around at that height on a slope of 600 (ahem) back onto the road 1 mile away. It was dark by this and we pushed along the road to Green Wattle Creek, sidled another small mountain and reached the food depot at 1.55 p m. and McMahons at 7.20 p m. We forded the river and climbed over the hill and dropped down to a rather deep Cox River for camp in the open at 8.00.
 +
 +6.00 Saturday morning, three pathetic, shivering figures hobbled across the icy Cox OH THE PAIN - and then turned themselves in the direction of Mecca and shuffled along the Cox to Commodore, where Mick and Freddy must poke around inside a tank. Over the Policeman to Kill's Hut and wonder of wonders Mike is only 1 hours ahead. With fresh incentive we repair our pace and reach the Kowmung at 9.40 a m. Mick and I are both thinking - if only Geoff was here. Kanangra River showed itself at 11.30 am, twenty minutes for chunder, and then off again, reaching Harry's River at 2.15. Forty minutes for lunch and the hours to Gibralter Creek and I'm feeling crook (that large tin of Youngberries). 4.40 p m. and we head for home up the track, losing it and reaching the road just on darkness. We blunder a little and eventually reach Mitchell's Creek for a last quick snack. 7.55 and three almost exhausted, but very contented, bods step onto the cliff drive at the top of Devil's Hole.
 +
 +Walking time was 26 hours at an average of 3.64 miles per hour - Friday 3.85, Saturday 3.25 - for a total of 94 miles. Two hours resting and eating time, seventeen hours slumber and three hours walking on Thursday night for at least nine miles. 
 +
 +In future if the camp is made at Wilsons Creek the first night (quite a reasonable and simple matter) as it should have been, the hundred miler becomes much more feasible.
 +
 +AND NOW FOR THE THREE PEAKS!
 +
 +====== Here I Belong ======
 +
 +"Bull Moose" - After a hard trip
 +
 +Here I belong, where the bodgies grow\\
 +In the city where there's shops to buy in\\
 +'Neath these roofs I come and go\\
 +Tiled gables and galvanised iron.\\
 +Here I belong, relaxed and lying  \\
 +In steaming bath at nine P.M.\\
 +Conscious of aching limbs and sighing \\
 +"How can I go to the bush again?'\\
 +Lifting myself from the soapy flow\\
 +My reflection sends all thoughts a 'flyin' \\
 +What's left of me is there on show, \\
 +Bruised and torn - there's no denyin' \\
 +A man can lie so close to dying.\\
 +Like a person deranged, I count to 'ten,\\ 
 +Stopping myself from loudly crying,\\
 +"Why DO I return to the bush again?"
  
-AND NgT FCR THE THREE PEAKS: 
-HERE I BELONG "Bull Moose" 
-- After a hard trip 
-Here I belong, where the bodgies grow 
-In the city where there's shops to buy in 
-'Neath these roofs I come and go 
-Tiled gables and galvanised iron. Here I belong, relaxed and lying  In steaming bath at nine P.M. 
-Conscious of aching limbs and sighing "How can I go t6 the bush again?' 
-Lifting myself from the soapy flow 
-My reflection sends all thoughts a'fl_yin' What's left of me is there on show, Bruised and torn - there's no denyin' A man can liTe so close to dying. 
-Like a person deranged, I count to 'ten, Stopping myself from loudly crying, "Why DO I return to the bush again?" 
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 ====== A Ballady Long Walk ====== ====== A Ballady Long Walk ======
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 Mike Peryman Mike Peryman
  
-They planned a walk for Anzac Day and though it was a long, long way,\\ +They planned a walk for Anzac Day \\ 
-An easy walk 'twas said at first, With plenty of water to quench your thirst.\\ +and though it was a long, long way,\\ 
-There was big John with legs so long - He led a party of three strong;\\ +An easy walk 'twas said at first, \\ 
-The other two of lighter gait, And they were not the kind to wait\\ +With plenty of water to quench your thirst.\\ 
-For those behind, whose lack of breath Brought them all nigh to point of death.\\ +There was big John with legs so long - \\ 
-So Michael E. was to have fun, With Hobnail Fred, the other one.\\ +He led a party of three strong;\\ 
-With gaudy six and windswept locks, They were to battle the mighty Cox,\\ +The other two of lighter gait, \\ 
-Big John was for one hundred miles, He had to prove a point you see.\\  +And they were not the kind to wait\\ 
-And also to disperse the smiles, Of those who scorn his artistry.\\ +For those behind, whose lack of breath \\ 
-'Twas at Hilltop his start was made, No moon or stars to give him aid,\\  +Brought them all nigh to point of death.\\ 
-But blundered in the misting rain, On Starlight's Trail - all was in vain.\\  +So Michael E. was to have fun,\\ 
-And yet before they came to harm, The night was spent at Coates' Farm.\\  +With Hobnail Fred, the other one.\\ 
-At first light they were then away, So keen they were to start the day\\ +With gaudy six and windswept locks,\\  
-Down to the Nattai and thence the 'Dilly, But to cross at the junction was oh so silly.\\  +They were to battle the mighty Cox,\\ 
-Of these three gallants you'll hear no more, From them themselves you'll learn the score.\\ +Big John was for one hundred miles, \\ 
-Instead of that I have a hunch Then read about another bunch, Another three there were to roam, They ne'er had been so far from home. +He had to prove a point you see\\ 
-And as they wished to stay alive They only did their eighty-five. +And also to disperse the smiles, \\ 
-'Twas not for them the moans and wails, +Of those who scorn his artistry.\\ 
-For they, were only young Hobnails. +'Twas at Hilltop his start was made, \\ 
-Their sax were of a different hue, To some, it was of Mitchell Blue.From Picton town they made their start With lightweight packs and lighter hearts, +No moon or stars to give him aid \\ 
-Much dusty road they must traverse +But blundered in the misting rain,\\  
-Before you will be through this verse. +On Starlight's Trail - all was in vain.\\  
-Many miles of road they were to see Without the favour of M.W.S.D.B. Along the 'Dilly, up to the Cox, With sweaty brows and seeded sox. +And yet before they came to harm, \\ 
-Before them they could see but water +The night was spent at Coates' Farm. \\ 
-Where they were told it should not oughta be'cause there should be a road Which was now only fir for Toad. +At first light they were then away, \\ 
-So over the top they took their load, +So keen they were to start the day\\ 
-The distant mountains their only goad. They heard a noise - it was a jeep, +Down to the Nattai and thence the 'Dilly, \\ 
-To the left they stalked so they could keep +But to cross at the junction was oh so silly.\\ 
-On going, 'cause this was a hunt And they were well up in front. +Of these three gallants you'll hear no more, \\ 
-Time drew on, but the slcy was clear, And Commodore's Hut was oh so near, But the old Cox was apt to wander +From them themselves you'll learn the score.\\ 
-And they also were left to ponder +Instead of that I have a hunch \\ 
-Where it could be - this bend? the next? +Then read about another bunch,\\  
-At last it came their hopes were fixed. +Another three there were to roam, \\ 
-Some food was there, they'd planned with care, Their muscles nagging, +They ne'er had been so far from home.\\ 
-Their tongues a-lagging, With dusk a- creeping, Their brows a-weeping, +And as they wished to stay alive \\ 
-They crossed those grassy hills, +They only did their eighty-five.\\ 
-Over dry creek bed +'Twas not for them the moans and wails,\\ 
-Through grasses dead, +For they, were only young Hobnails.\\ 
-All but outdone their wills. +Their sacks were of a different hue,\\ 
-Atop the ridge, their breaths agasp, In gloom beneath they heard a rasp +To some, it was of Mitchell Blue.\\ 
-Of waters over rocks. +From Picton town they made their start \\ 
-At last, they thought, too tired to speak, "Those waters are the Cox"+With lightweight packs and lighter hearts,\\ 
-And so fall into bed +Much dusty road they must traverse\\ 
-Beside the river, a blessed shed +Before you will be through this verse.\\ 
-Of sheet iron with a wooden door, +Many miles of road they were to see \\ 
-And beddings three upon the floor. +Without the favour of M.W.S.D.B. \\ 
-At break of day they fled this hut, Refreshed in hope and vigour, but This dewy dawn and stinging nettle, Could not allure from them tbeir fettle. The river to themselves they had This time of day, and they were glad. No finer views they'd ever seen +Along the 'Dilly, up to the Cox, \\ 
-Than these along the rippling stream. They chalked their times in crayon red On stones along this river bed +With sweaty brows and seeded sox.\\ 
-So those behind could see their time And say, "Why look, we're doing fine". Then up the Cox they met some folk Who thought it must be some big joke, "What do you mean? you cannot stay, Don't you know you've another day". So on they sped, they could not tarry, More food awaited at River Harry, No sight was greater to behold +Before them they could see but water\\ 
-Than their delight at this untold Wealth of tins - fruit salad, cream - They almost thought it was a dream, +Where they were told it should not oughta be\\ 
-And as they gourmandised themselves, Footsteps were heard, but not of elves. +'cause there should be a road \\ 
-Around the bend in ruddy blush Came the leader of the push. Well in fore was balding Fred, A flashing glow in sox of red. +Which was now only for for Toad.\\ 
-Our shock was great at them to meet, Their one desire, "just two new feet"+So over the top they took their load,\\ 
-And with some words their wounds to soften, "Oh: Do you come here often". We left them there with heavy heart To have been caught with such a start, +The distant mountains their only goad.\\  
-With greater speed, above mach 1, +They heard a noise - it was a jeep,\\ 
-The Hobnails set off at a run, +To the left they stalked so they could keep\\ 
-Their empty packs bounced on their backs, +On going, 'cause this was a hunt \\ 
-They flew towards the six foot track, And so on up the track they went +And they were well up in front.\\ 
-Although their breath was long since spent, And when it seemed they'd go no more, They had but reached the valley floor. While high above in sunset's fleck +Time drew on, but the sky was clear, \\ 
-They saw the walls of Narrow Neck. +And Commodore's Hut was oh so near, \\ 
-The setting sun had closed the day, +But the old Cox was apt to wander\\ 
-But not before they found the way +And they also were left to ponder\\ 
-13. +Where it could be - this bend? the next?\\ 
-Through fence and paddock to the road, Where they at last put down their load. Then with their torches blundered on, One day had never been so long, +At last it came their hopes were fixed.\\ 
-A track had never been so steep, +Some food was there, \\ 
-This Devilish Hole their breaths did keep, Their time was going, oh so fast, +they'd planned with care,\\  
-And yet this day would not be past Until they reached the weary top +Their muscles nagging,\\ 
-And there down on the tarseal did they flan. By starlight they could see +Their tongues a-lagging,\\  
-The forty-eighth hour would almost be Ten minutes more, their time was through. But now to think of walks anew, +With dusk a- creeping,  
-A lot of country they had passed, +Their brows a-weeping,\\ 
-A walk:they planned - you might have guessed, "Now can you see those large three 'peaks, We'll be on those within five weeks. Now up you blokes, but just go slow For only one more mile to go. +They crossed those grassy hills,\\ 
-I know a wondrous camping spot +Over dry creek bed\\ 
-With bedding there and showers hot, And we'll await the other three, +Through grasses dead,\\ 
-So keen to flake they're sure to be!" Three tired walkers then trooped in, No need for them a "Mickey +All but outdone their wills.\\ 
-But let us leave our tales of sorrow Until another day - tomorrow,+Atop the ridge, their breaths agasp,\\ 
 +In gloom beneath they heard a rasp\\ 
 +Of waters over rocks.\\ 
 +At last, they thought, too tired to speak,\\  
 +"Those waters are the Cox".\\ 
 +And so fall into bed\\ 
 +Beside the river, a blessed shed\\ 
 +Of sheet iron with a wooden door,\\ 
 +And beddings three upon the floor.\\ 
 +At break of day they fled this hut, \\ 
 +Refreshed in hope and vigour,\\  
 +but This dewy dawn and stinging nettle, \\ 
 +Could not allure from them their fettle. \\ 
 +The river to themselves they had \\ 
 +This time of day, and they were glad. \\ 
 +No finer views they'd ever seen\\ 
 +Than these along the rippling stream.\\  
 +They chalked their times in crayon red \\ 
 +On stones along this river bed\\ 
 +So those behind could see their time And say, \\ 
 +"Why look, we're doing fine"\\ 
 +Then up the Cox they met some folk \\ 
 +Who thought it must be some big joke, \\ 
 +"What do you mean? you cannot stay, \\ 
 +Don't you know you've another day"\\ 
 +So on they sped, they could not tarry, \\ 
 +More food awaited at River Harry, \\ 
 +No sight was greater to behold\\ 
 +Than their delight at this untold Wealth \\ 
 +of tins - fruit salad, cream - \\ 
 +They almost thought it was a dream,\\ 
 +And as they gourmandised themselves, \\ 
 +Footsteps were heard, but not of elves. 
 +Around the bend in ruddy blush \\ 
 +Came the leader of the push. \\ 
 +Well in fore was balding Fred, \\ 
 +A flashing glow in sox of red.\\ 
 +Our shock was great at them to meet,\\ 
 +Their one desire, "just two new feet".\\ 
 +And with some words their wounds to soften, \\ 
 +"Oh: Do you come here often"\\ 
 +We left them there with heavy heart \\ 
 +To have been caught with such a start,\\ 
 +With greater speed, above mach 1,\\ 
 +The Hobnails set off at a run,\\ 
 +Their empty packs bounced on their backs,\\ 
 +They flew towards the six foot track, \\ 
 +And so on up the track they went\\ 
 +Although their breath was long since spent, \\ 
 +And when it seemed they'd go no more, \\ 
 +They had but reached the valley floor.\\  
 +While high above in sunset's fleck\\ 
 +They saw the walls of Narrow Neck.\\ 
 +The setting sun had closed the day,\\ 
 +But not before they found the way\\ 
 +Through fence and paddock to the road, \\ 
 +Where they at last put down their load. \\ 
 +Then with their torches blundered on, \\ 
 +One day had never been so long,\\ 
 +A track had never been so steep,\\ 
 +This Devilish Hole their breaths did keep, \\ 
 +Their time was going, oh so fast,\\ 
 +And yet this day would not be past \\ 
 +Until they reached the weary top\\ 
 +And there down on the tarseal did they flop\\ 
 +By starlight they could see\\ 
 +The forty-eighth hour would almost be \\  
 +Ten minutes more, their time was through. \\ 
 +But now to think of walks anew,\\ 
 +A lot of country they had passed,\\ 
 +A walk they planned - you might have guessed, \\ 
 +"Now can you see those large three peaks, \\ 
 +We'll be on those within five weeks. \\Now up you blokes, but just go slow \\ 
 +For only one more mile to go.\\ 
 +I know a wondrous camping spot\\ 
 +With bedding there and showers hot,\\  
 +And we'll await the other three,\\ 
 +So keen to flake they're sure to be!" \\ 
 +Three tired walkers then trooped in,\\ 
 +No need for them a "Mickey"\\ 
 +But let us leave our tales of sorrow \\ 
 +Until another day - tomorrow,
  
  
-Watch for This Weekend+**Watch for This Weekend**
  
-Why not spend a weekend with wildflowers in our beautiful bushland, We have in store for you an interesting weekend and the fares will be the cheapest of the year. David Ingram will lead the party to base camp on Saturday to an area out from St. Ives. The stroll will be leisurely with time for afternoon tea. Your favourites, Yvonne Renwick and Edna Stretton, will lead in a campfire sing-song, Clarice Morris will be there to answer any question, whether genetic or biological. She will also deliver a short lecture on plant ecology (i e. the relationship of plant life with its environs). John Bookluch will give practical demonstrations in taking wildflower close-up photos with eye level cameras. The President, Gentle Jack, shall lead the day walk. Your co-operation and good spirits - preferably out of the bottle. Your questions, note books and hand lenses.+Why not spend a weekend with wildflowers in our beautiful bushland, We have in store for you an interesting weekend and the fares will be the cheapest of the year. David Ingram will lead the party to base camp on Saturday to an area out from St. Ives. The stroll will be leisurely with time for afternoon tea. Your favourites, Yvonne Renwick and Edna Stretton, will lead in a campfire sing-song, Clarice Morris will be there to answer any question, whether genetic or biological. She will also deliver a short lecture on plant ecology (i e. the relationship of plant life with its environs). John Bookluck will give practical demonstrations in taking wildflower close-up photos with eye level cameras. The President, Gentle Jack, shall lead the day walk. Your co-operation and good spirits - preferably out of the bottle. Your questions, note books and hand lenses.
  
-(c) Since I'm writing this ad. I can be long-winded. For photography-ti- +Since I'm writing this ad. I can be long-winded.For photography \\ 
-p2.) Camera (whether Box Brownie or Lieca). ) Close-up lenses - a NDST for wildflowers. A second lense is a  sound investment for those who wish to further their close-up work. +(1 Camera (whether Box Brownie or Lieca). \\ 
-Make sure you bring the Focusing Tables which should be suppliedwith the lenses or booklet that is sold with your 35 m m. camera. +(2 Close-up lenses - a MUST for wildflowers. A second lens is a  sound investment for those who wish to further their close-up work. Make sure you bring the Focusing Tables which should be supplied with the lenses or booklet that is sold with your 35 m m. camera.\\ 
-(3) Measuring tape+(3) Measuring tape\\
 (4) Tripod, cable release and exposure meter (not absolutely essential). (4) Tripod, cable release and exposure meter (not absolutely essential).
-TRAINS Saturday 12.51 p m. electric from Central to 777mb1e. + 
-Sunday 9.00 a m.+TRAINS Saturday 12.51 p m. electric from Central to Pymb1e. Sunday 9.00 a m.
 FARE 6/3 approximately includes bus fares. FARE 6/3 approximately includes bus fares.
-14. +
-15.+
  
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 If John or I or anyone had seen in imagination, the perfect night to start our trip, and if that mental image had been taken and transformed into glowing reality, losing nothing in the transformation, then it must still have fallen short of this night, simply because we would never have dared to imagine such perfection. If John or I or anyone had seen in imagination, the perfect night to start our trip, and if that mental image had been taken and transformed into glowing reality, losing nothing in the transformation, then it must still have fallen short of this night, simply because we would never have dared to imagine such perfection.
  
-We didn't notice it at first because moonlight means nothing in a city, nor yet on the journey up in the train where the excitement was deafening. There was Nick Elfick sitting with all the calm composure of a Jack-in-the-Box - Barry like a barrel of gunpowder with the fuse alight - John was a nervous stag+We didn't notice it at first because moonlight means nothing in a city, nor yet on the journey up in the train where the excitement was deafening. There was Mick Elfick sitting with all the calm composure of a Jack-in-the-Box - Barry like a barrel of gunpowder with the fuse alight - John was a nervous stag
 - Freddie a pacing feline - Mick Peryman's smile all but divided the northern and southern sections of his face - Snow and I, heaven knows what we were like, and everyone emptying packs and repacking them, changing shoes, changing socks, pulling sweaters on or off. Small wonder we didn't notice the night. - Freddie a pacing feline - Mick Peryman's smile all but divided the northern and southern sections of his face - Snow and I, heaven knows what we were like, and everyone emptying packs and repacking them, changing shoes, changing socks, pulling sweaters on or off. Small wonder we didn't notice the night.
  
 But when we stood there on the Neck end saw the track, a blazing meteor trail before us, and the mountains around and beyond clear, sharp, but slightly dimmed like a memory, we realised at last the magnificence of this night.  But when we stood there on the Neck end saw the track, a blazing meteor trail before us, and the mountains around and beyond clear, sharp, but slightly dimmed like a memory, we realised at last the magnificence of this night. 
  
-So we breathed it and walked into it and the walk began, born of our effort and baptized with our sweat. We talked of Esmarelda and Rear Admiral Byrde and were at Taro's Ladder in two hours. Across Debert's and twenty minutes later we took our first rest without feeling the need. It was a strange experience this; almost errie to feel at once warm with exertion and cold with the air of this same soft night that took the familiar scenes along the track and made them clear, yet dim, so that we moved through memory even while it was real.+So we breathed it and walked into it and the walk began, born of our effort and baptized with our sweat. We talked of Esmarelda and Rear Admiral Byrde and were at Taro's Ladder in two hours. Across Debert's and twenty minutes later we took our first rest without feeling the need. It was a strange experience this; almost erie to feel at once warm with exertion and cold with the air of this same soft night that took the familiar scenes along the track and made them clear, yet dim, so that we moved through memory even while it was real.
  
 With a certain confidence the party crossed the Glens of Guess to White Dog ridge and so down to the Cox. With a certain confidence the party crossed the Glens of Guess to White Dog ridge and so down to the Cox.
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 It was pleasant at ten to twelve as I lay in my bag in a leafy hollow beneath a bush to see the lights of the second group appearing on the skyline of White Dog. These ones hadn't waited at Katoomba while Snow and John bought food, so we who had caught a taxi to the Neck and as we got started without being seen, decided to arrange this surprise meeting on the Cox. John hailed them and the torches above wavered then as the fire flared and Johnny called again, it dawned on them that they had been tricked and the thin sound of faraway abuse drifted down to us on the still night air. Soon they arrived and recriminations were still in progress when I went to sleep. It was pleasant at ten to twelve as I lay in my bag in a leafy hollow beneath a bush to see the lights of the second group appearing on the skyline of White Dog. These ones hadn't waited at Katoomba while Snow and John bought food, so we who had caught a taxi to the Neck and as we got started without being seen, decided to arrange this surprise meeting on the Cox. John hailed them and the torches above wavered then as the fire flared and Johnny called again, it dawned on them that they had been tricked and the thin sound of faraway abuse drifted down to us on the still night air. Soon they arrived and recriminations were still in progress when I went to sleep.
  
-It's dark, a sightless hand gropes for the torch, finds it and withdraws. Inside the sleeping bag the tired batteries flicker a tiny light and sleep-blurred eyes fumble with the figures. "Ten past fives I'm late." I shook Snow. "Hey Snowy, it's half past five:"+It's dark, a sightless hand gropes for the torch, finds it and withdraws. Inside the sleeping bag the tired batteries flicker a tiny light and sleep-blurred eyes fumble with the figures. "Ten past five, I'm late." I shook Snow. "Hey Snowy, it's half past five:"
  
 "Groan"  "Groan" 
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 Slowly, as imperceptibly it seemed as the sunlight that moved to meet us, we climbed. Meanwhile below, along the valley of the Cox the dull grey shadows deepened to a beautiful lucid blue and as the mist dissolved, the sun itself showed clear above the ridges and it was day; delicate, dawning day. Lovely as a bride, blushing too, shedding on the world a rosy light; full of sweet promise. We wed ourselves to this day. The dawn wind brought us her kiss - night was behind and the vapours in our hearts dispelled. Slowly, as imperceptibly it seemed as the sunlight that moved to meet us, we climbed. Meanwhile below, along the valley of the Cox the dull grey shadows deepened to a beautiful lucid blue and as the mist dissolved, the sun itself showed clear above the ridges and it was day; delicate, dawning day. Lovely as a bride, blushing too, shedding on the world a rosy light; full of sweet promise. We wed ourselves to this day. The dawn wind brought us her kiss - night was behind and the vapours in our hearts dispelled.
  
-Now a change was upon us. No longer we raised our feet fainfully to the slope. Our pace began to flow, our stride to lengthen; breathing was an easy rhythm and conversation no effort. Freddie, already stripped to his singlet; went with his spring-heeled walk that always seemed to be about a run, while John, who crumpled with stomach pains whenever he stopped, still went faster than most Michael and I led the field feeling like the two front Huskies of a fanning sled team, or the forward flicker of a running flame.+Now a change was upon us. No longer we raised our feet painfully to the slope. Our pace began to flow, our stride to lengthen; breathing was an easy rhythm and conversation no effort. Freddie, already stripped to his singlet; went with his spring-heeled walk that always seemed to be about a run, while John, who crumpled with stomach pains whenever he stopped, still went faster than mostMichael and I led the field feeling like the two front Huskies of a fanning sled team, or the forward flicker of a running flame.
  
 Gentle's Pass 8.30 - Dex Creek 9.00 - Cloudmaker 9.20. Gentle's Pass 8.30 - Dex Creek 9.00 - Cloudmaker 9.20.
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 We crossed Rumble, sidled Roar and nicked up the ridge at once. Maruba - Karoo, with its miniature three sisters, we skirted below the cliff then rode the thunder down. Kanangra Creek 10.50. We crossed Rumble, sidled Roar and nicked up the ridge at once. Maruba - Karoo, with its miniature three sisters, we skirted below the cliff then rode the thunder down. Kanangra Creek 10.50.
  
-The creek bank was a haven of shaded green grass and the iced water tasted sweet to our dusty throats. Here we had first lunch with a might brew-up of Cocoa. At 11.30 we were pulling out again, Mike Peryman electing to make a detour round the foot of the mountain to pick up his tea dump (and incidentally, Snow's) which had been left at the creek - river junction. Snow gave minute instructions: "UP along the second flood shelf - mm - dead tree - mm - sticks and leaves - mm - dig - mm - fair way down etc. It was well hidden.+The creek bank was a haven of shaded green grass and the iced water tasted sweet to our dusty throats. Here we had first lunch with a might brew-up of Cocoa. At 11.30 we were pulling out again, Mike Peryman electing to make a detour round the foot of the mountain to pick up his tea dump (and incidentally, Snow's) which had been left at the creek - river junction. Snow gave minute instructions: "Up along the second flood shelf - mm - dead tree - mm - sticks and leaves - mm - dig - mm - fair way down etc.It was well hidden.
  
 Without going downstream to the main spur we cut into the climb of Paralyser South Buttress, which flew as graceful as a Swallow's flight for the summit. We had viewed it and approved it from the opposite side, eyeing the two steep, breath-taking sweeps and pacing them with two strides of our mind. Here now we found the steeps still breath-taking but so much better than expected. The glorious, golden midday views trapped our eyes and lent greater pleasure to the effort. Paralyser summit - 12.50. Without going downstream to the main spur we cut into the climb of Paralyser South Buttress, which flew as graceful as a Swallow's flight for the summit. We had viewed it and approved it from the opposite side, eyeing the two steep, breath-taking sweeps and pacing them with two strides of our mind. Here now we found the steeps still breath-taking but so much better than expected. The glorious, golden midday views trapped our eyes and lent greater pleasure to the effort. Paralyser summit - 12.50.
  
-Around the little cairn we loafed until a quarter past, basking in the sun and eating, then roused at last by Manning "We've been here too long:" we followed his lead on to Paraliser North Buttress. If the South Buttress is steel, this North Buttress is precipitous. For a while there was some dissention as to whether we were on a ridge at all. Mick would call down, "A bit more to the right I think John" and Famous Higgins on the other flank would counter with, "A bit this way isn't it?". But Manning John kept his own council and, as usual, was 100% correct. After its first plummeting plunge the ridge steadied for a while to a respectable grade and we tail-enders came up with the others at the point where it finally flung away pretensions and went headlong for the depths.+Around the little cairn we loafed until a quarter past, basking in the sun and eating, then roused at last by Manning "We've been here too long:" we followed his lead on to Paraliser North Buttress. If the South Buttress is steel, this North Buttress is precipitous. For a while there was some dissention as to whether we were on a ridge at all. Mick would call down, "A bit more to the right I think John" and Famous Higgins on the other flank would counter with, "A bit this way isn't it?". But Manning John kept his own council and, as usual, was 100% correct. After its first plummeting plunge the ridge steadied for a while to a respectable grade and we tail-enders came up with the others at the point where it finally flung away pretensions and went headlong for the depths. We took the tree-studded precipous that led towards Guouogang's Naroo Buttress, trusting to luck and Manning's judgement. As usual smack on. The last of us rolled down at 2.40, just missing the amazing sight of Famous Higgins (commonly F.H.) sitting naked for three minutes waste-deep in the icy waters of Kanangra River. The sensation, he informed us, was truly alpinic.
  
-We took the tree-studded precipaus that led towards Guouogang's Naroo Buttress, trusting to luck and Manning's judgement. As usual smack on. The last of us rolled down at 2.40, just missing the amazing sight of Famous Higgins (commonly F.H.) sitting naked for three minutes waste-deep in the icy waters of Kanangra +This last descent had found the chinks in our armour. Blisters appeared and knees began to creak. While we made repairs the deep, green gloom of afternoon spread along the narrow, shaded valley. Suddenly, on glancing down the stream, I saw an amazing thing. A pair of vivid pink socks was walking briskly towards us. As they drew closer an enormous grin appeared at an improbable distance above them, then the rest of Mick Peryman materialised.
-River. The sensation, he informed us, was truly alpinic. +
- +
-This last descent had found the chinks in our armour. Blisters appeared and knees began to creak. While we made repairs the deep, green gloom of afternoon spread along the narrow, shaded valley. Suddenly, on glancing down the stream, I saw an amazing thing. A pair of vivid pink socks VPS walking briskly towards us. As they drew closer an enormous grin appeared at an improbable distance above them, then the rest of Mick Peryman materialised.+
  
 Salutations were exchanged but Snow's first words betrayed his sentiments. "Did you find my tea?" Mick's smile faded back into the gloom and Snow's jaw dropped. "Who taught you to hide food?" he demanded. "It must have been a bunny rabbit". "I had to dig about three feet." Salutations were exchanged but Snow's first words betrayed his sentiments. "Did you find my tea?" Mick's smile faded back into the gloom and Snow's jaw dropped. "Who taught you to hide food?" he demanded. "It must have been a bunny rabbit". "I had to dig about three feet."
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 "We've been here too long" quothe Johnny, bouncing on his toes to flex his calf muscles. "We've been here too long" quothe Johnny, bouncing on his toes to flex his calf muscles.
  
-Psychologically I'd been prepared for an hour-long rest here. I already had the feeling that I'd done a good day's walk and was quite prepared to settle down for a couple of hours, leisurely cook and eat, then possibly choof a few hundred feet up the ridge for the night. Manning, Elfick, Freddy Worral and the Famous Higgins on the other hand were looking forward with keen anticipation to their stock of goodies (no less than a dozen tins) that Freddy had lugged out a few weekends previously and cached near Guauogang trig. As men's aspiration follows closely his food supply, the above mentioned set off for the summit, while Snow and I, trying to make the best of two worlds, ate my tea on the river and his on the top. Mike Peryman and Dough Doughnut, who were also doing a soot of cooking, waited too+Psychologically I'd been prepared for an hour-long rest here. I already had the feeling that I'd done a good day's walk and was quite prepared to settle down for a couple of hours, leisurely cook and eat, then possibly choof a few hundred feet up the ridge for the night. Manning, Elfick, Freddy Worral and the Famous Higgins on the other hand were looking forward with keen anticipation to their stock of goodies (no less than a dozen tins) that Freddy had lugged out a few weekends previously and cached near Guouogang trig. As men's aspiration follows closely his food supply, the above mentioned set off for the summit, while Snow and I, trying to make the best of two worlds, ate my tea on the river and his on the top. Mike Peryman and Dough Doughnut, who were also doing a spot of cooking, waited too.
- +
-By 3.30 we'd eaten everything we felt we reasonably could and began to pick our way between the nettles to the foot of the ridge. The last big climb we told each other, forgetting for the moment all about the climb back to Katoomba.+
  
-One thing was certain, it was the last climb for the day - our day. She had been beautiful and kept her beauty even now as her life drew to its close. The great white moon already well clear of the earth foretold her end and we toiled upwards on the twisting, spiney ridge that lay like the scaly tail of a dragon, who slept while we St. Georges took him in the rear.+By 3.30 we'd eaten everything we felt we reasonably could and began to pick our way between the nettles to the foot of the ridge. The last big climb we told each other, forgetting for the moment all about the climb back to Katoomba. One thing was certain, it was the last climb for the day - our day. She had been beautiful and kept her beauty even now as her life drew to its close. The great white moon already well clear of the earth foretold her end and we toiled upwards on the twisting, spiney ridge that lay like the scaly tail of a dragon, who slept while we St. Georges took him in the rear.
  
 We mounted rocks and climbed successive bumps, we saw the twilight dim in Davies Canyon and caught the grey-white glint of water falling in Whalania Abyss. Just at the ridge head we crossed a perpendicular gully of unbelievable green, then up a bump and up a hump and up and up and up - Lord we were tired- but at last flat ground and sally scrub - the top. We mounted rocks and climbed successive bumps, we saw the twilight dim in Davies Canyon and caught the grey-white glint of water falling in Whalania Abyss. Just at the ridge head we crossed a perpendicular gully of unbelievable green, then up a bump and up a hump and up and up and up - Lord we were tired- but at last flat ground and sally scrub - the top.
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 We called, and the answer gave us our direction through the maze of charred sally sticks to find the others settled by the trig eating. A little fire flared fitfully in the now gusty mind lighting flighty shadows on the rough stacked stones of the trig, but above the placid moon beamed confidence. We exchanged times (and the first group's had been noticeably better than ours as we arrived after 5.30), then, looking up, marvelled at the weather. We called, and the answer gave us our direction through the maze of charred sally sticks to find the others settled by the trig eating. A little fire flared fitfully in the now gusty mind lighting flighty shadows on the rough stacked stones of the trig, but above the placid moon beamed confidence. We exchanged times (and the first group's had been noticeably better than ours as we arrived after 5.30), then, looking up, marvelled at the weather.
  
-But heavens - even while we watched the moon like a great cold coin gleaming in a pool, ripples of disturbance passed across the face. Drifting fingers of mist, clinging, clawing at the face of the moon, drawing up from the east the damp, beady blanket hiding the stars. Lower and lover it sank, driven by the wind and moving within itself, teeming, like a pestilence, till it enveloped us. Just like that it happened, all within three minutes, while we watched. Cur lovely day was gone and we were the prey of treacherous night.+But heavens - even while we watched the moon like a great cold coin gleaming in a pool, ripples of disturbance passed across the face. Drifting fingers of mist, clinging, clawing at the face of the moon, drawing up from the east the damp, beady blanket hiding the stars. Lower and lover it sank, driven by the wind and moving within itself, teeming, like a pestilence, till it enveloped us. Just like that it happened, all within three minutes, while we watched. Our lovely day was gone and we were the prey of treacherous night. 
 What held now we wanted to know. It might rain in five minutes or during the night, or the next morning could find our route swarthed in mist. Snow was consulted because he lived at Katoomba and should be an expert. "Well," he said with an air of knowledge, "It could easily clear off in half an hour. On the other hand, it might set in and rain for a week." What held now we wanted to know. It might rain in five minutes or during the night, or the next morning could find our route swarthed in mist. Snow was consulted because he lived at Katoomba and should be an expert. "Well," he said with an air of knowledge, "It could easily clear off in half an hour. On the other hand, it might set in and rain for a week."
-Thus assured, we settled dawn for the night, most around the trig scattered wherever they could fit between the rocks, but snow and I sought shelter in the treeline just below the summit. 
-Well it didn't rain and it didn't clear away, it just stayed misty and when at last after a long, long night the waning moon showed redly in the west, we decided we'd had enough of sleep so Snow got up and lit a fire by which we warmed ourselves under the pretence of drying our fleabags. The sky above the mist made luminous by the moonlight shoved darkly through, still bright with stars, Pnd 
-cheered our hearts with signs of clearing. 
  
-Next came breakfast, a miserable affair with just on half a cup of water each, but even before we'd finished we heard a cry from higher up... "Wake up waggn" signed with F.H.'s megaphone voice. In hast we crammed away the rest of breakfast and hustled up to the trig, arriving just as the Famous One gave tongue once more. We were amazed to find him and indeed all the others still at the angle of repose because - well their couch must have been even less comfortable than ours.+Thus assured, we settled dawn for the night, most around the trig scattered wherever they could fit between the rocks, but snow and I sought shelter in the treeline just below the summit. Well it didn't rain and it didn't clear away, it just stayed misty and when at last after a long, long night the waning moon showed redly in the west, we decided we'd had enough of sleep so Snow got up and lit a fire by which we warmed ourselves under the pretence of drying our fleabags. The sky above the mist made luminous by the moonlight shoved darkly through, still bright with stars, and cheered our hearts with signs of clearing. 
 + 
 +Next came breakfast, a miserable affair with just on half a cup of water each, but even before we'd finished we heard a cry from higher up... "Wake up Wagg" signed with F.H.'s megaphone voice. In hast we crammed away the rest of breakfast and hustled up to the trig, arriving just as the Famous One gave tongue once more. We were amazed to find him and indeed all the others still at the angle of repose because - well their couch must have been even less comfortable than ours. 
 While they ate their tins of ice cold fruit and milk; the mist about us cleared and all around below us swelled the cloud sea, cold and grey in pre-dawn light, filling the river valleys and turning the peaks to islands and peninsulas. Later as we left the sun broke from the horizon cloud and turned the stuff below to fairy floss. While they ate their tins of ice cold fruit and milk; the mist about us cleared and all around below us swelled the cloud sea, cold and grey in pre-dawn light, filling the river valleys and turning the peaks to islands and peninsulas. Later as we left the sun broke from the horizon cloud and turned the stuff below to fairy floss.
-18. + 
-The ridge over Queahgong to Jenolan was strangely free of mountain holly. Only a tiny green sprig here and there gave a promise for future walks. At 7.30 we rested on Jenolan while Micheal mended his sandshoe with string and sticking plaster, and Johnny lapped condensation from the tree branches, then out along the Great North Ridge for Scrubber's Hump and the Cox. The morning now was fair as it could be; the rising valley cloud went - Pooff: - just as it reached our feet +The ridge over Queahgong to Jenolan was strangely free of mountain holly. Only a tiny green sprig here and there gave a promise for future walks. At 7.30 we rested on Jenolan while Michael mended his sandshoe with string and sticking plaster, and Johnny lapped condensation from the tree branches, then out along the Great North Ridge for Scrubber's Hump and the Cox. The morning now was fair as it could be; the rising valley cloud went - Pooff: - just as it reached our feet and the party was in tremendous spirits. We identified peaks, creeks and places in all directions (who cares if we're wrong.) F.H. regailed us with his experiences in the Dutch Alps, Mike Peryman demonstrated skating on a scree slope and Micheal's sandshoes parted sole and upper once more. Hilariously we arrived at Breakfast Creek at 9.30, set about a mammoth brew-up and gorging festival. tin of cocoa was found lying on the grass like a gift from heaven, more tins of fruit and chocolates were unearthed from hiding places round about.Billy bubbled and conversation subsided under the steady chomp, chomp, slurpAn argument broke out between the "make it in the billy" and the "make it in .."" cocoa cooks. The Famous Higgins performing with the finesse of a trainee  demonstrated the advantage of thick woollen gloves when manipulating billys on a hot fire.  pity that that hole in the finger had to come just where it did, he didn't spill much.) By eleven there was silence except for an occasional burp, and Manning John staggered to his feet to declare "We've been here too long!" then slumped back on to his fleabag in the sun. By 11.15 Freddy Worral was burning the remains of a plastic bag full of stew which had faithfully accompanied through the trip and F.H. was cooking a final billy of porridge. By 11.30 we were on our feet and moving - staggering a little, mind - but moving once more in direction of Katoomba.
-and the party was in tremendous snirits. We identified peaks, creeks and nlaces in all directions (who cares if we're wrong.) F.H. regailed us with his experiences in the Dutch Alps, Mike Perryman demonstrated skating on a scree slope and Micheal's sandshoes parted sole and upper once more. Hilariously we arrived ab +
-Breakfast Creek at 9.30, set about a mammoth brew-up and gorging festival. tin of cocoa was found lying on the grass like a gift from heaven, more tins of fruit and chocolates were unearthed from hiding places round abcub,BilTh bubbled and conversation subsided under the steady dhomn, chomp, _r carguement broke out between the "make it in the bill? and the "make it in .. +
-cocoa cooks. The Famous Higgins performing with the finesse of a traine: +
-demonstrated the advantage of thick woollen gloves when manipulating billy17 - hot fire. CA pity that that hole in the finger had to come just where it did., +
-he didn't spill much.) By eleven there was silence except for an occasional burp, +
-and Manning John staggered to his feet to declare "We've been here too long!" then slumped back on to his fleabag in the sun. By 11.15 Freddy Worral was burrj rr the remains of a plastic bag full of stew which had faithfully acc)mpanied +
-through the trip and F.H. was cooking a final billy of porridge. 11.30 IAT, on our feet and moving - staggering a little, mind - but moving Ori:*3 more in +
-direction of KatooMba.+
  
 The remainder of the trip? Anyone who's been that way could write. The fact is we'd eaten too much and there seemed no doubt that we'd make Katoomba in good time so we dragged our feet a bit. We made some pretence of pace along Breakfast Creek, but the climb out was an effort and the Carlon's Head climb was The remainder of the trip? Anyone who's been that way could write. The fact is we'd eaten too much and there seemed no doubt that we'd make Katoomba in good time so we dragged our feet a bit. We made some pretence of pace along Breakfast Creek, but the climb out was an effort and the Carlon's Head climb was
-even worse. I'm not speaking for everyone, of course. Freddy Worralts pace had never declined and John's great frame was still capable of any effort his will could put upon it; but the rest of us felt we'd done a good walk and were prepared to take it easy. After a brief second lunch on top of the Head we nicked +even worse. I'm not speaking for everyone, of course. Freddy Worral'pace had never declined and John's great frame was still capable of any effort his will could put upon it; but the rest of us felt we'd done a good walk and were prepared to take it easy. After a brief second lunch on top of the Head we nicked 
-ourselves up for the last lap. Walking all in orderly file we got as far as the main Neck track, then Dough Doughnut, who'd done the whole trip at a stroll, gave us all a shock by taking off at full gallop. Manning John stood the slow pace only a few minutes more, then he too forged ahead and soon disappeared. Both Nicks were now wearing socks over their sandshoes in an effort to hold them together and this tended to give the party quite an invalid flavour which we others made the most of by dawdling. There was another stop at Corral ,Rwamp, but it was turning +ourselves up for the last lap. Walking all in orderly file we got as far as the main Neck track, then Dough Doughnut, who'd done the whole trip at a stroll, gave us all a shock by taking off at full gallop. Manning John stood the slow pace only a few minutes more, then he too forged ahead and soon disappeared. Both Micks were now wearing socks over their sandshoes in an effort to hold them together and this tended to give the party quite an invalid flavour which we others made the most of by dawdling. There was another stop at Corral Swamp, but it was turning coolish so we didn't linger. At Diamond Spray we came across five lumps of sugar (one each) set in a neat row across the track. "Sugar for energy," we thought, and the pace increased a fraction. Then best of all, just before the first quarry we saw our two speedsters and the pace increased a whole lot. They'd' waited more than half an hour so that we could all finish together and we did, our arms around each other's shoulders we stepped on to the bitumen together. 
-coolish so we didn't linger. At Diamond Spray we came across five lumps of sugar +
-(one each) set in a neat row across the track. "Sugar for energy," we thought, +
-and the pace increased a fraction. Then best of all, just before the first quarry we saw our two speedsters and the Dace increased a whole lot. They'd' waited more than half an hour so that we could all finish together and we did, Our arms around each other's shoulders we stepped on to the bitumen together.+
 Mighty bods and a mighty trip. Mighty bods and a mighty trip.
  
-SCEETHING FOR EVERYONE+**SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE** 
 + 
 +Keep your ears tuned for details of the walking trial to be held on second weekend in September. A stack of fun and excitement for every member ofthe Club.
  
-Keep your ears tuned for details of the walking trial to be held on 
-second weekend in September. A stack of fun and excitement for every member of 
-the Club. 
-19. 
  
 ====== Letter to the Editor ====== ====== Letter to the Editor ======
  
 +Dear Sir,
  
- Dear Sir, +To quote the opening sentence of your July Editorial ALMOST word for word "This tiger country stuff for prospective members is all very well, I suppose, but in my opinion, it is often overdone". 
-To quote the opening sentence of your July Editorial ALMOPT word for word + 
-"This tiger country stuff for prospective members is all very well, I sunnose, but in my opinion, it is often overdone"+Most applicants for prospective membership have, during the past yearhave done so in search of congenial companionship, and to learn how to walk and calm, to enjoy the out-of-doors, and to establish a community of interest with at least one of the various groups which go to make up the total Club membership. 
-Most applicants for prospective membership have, during the Past veRre, + 
-done so ih search of congenial companionship, and to learn how to walk and calm, +These people come to us to learn to walk and camp. It has become recognised of late, that it is the job of executive members, in particular, and club members generally, to ensure that they are afforded every assistance and encouragement. There are some prospective members who take to "tiger walks" like ducks to water, (there are several on the current list) but the majority of them need their initial six months to equip themselves with the "know-how" in bushcraft so that they can look after themselves if the going gets tough. Not all leaders of walks in rough country are considerate to prospective members. I know of several
-to enjoy the out-of-doors, and to establish a communit7r of interest with at least +
-one of the various groups which go to make up the total Club membership. +
-These people come to us to learn to walk and camp. It has become recognised of late, that it is the job of executive members, in particular, and clubmembers generally, to ensure that they are afforded every assistance and encouragement. There are some prospective members who take to "tiger walks" like ducks to water, (there are several on the current list) but the majority of them need their initial six months to equip themselves with the "know-how" in bushcraft so that they can look:after themselves if the going gets tough. Nbt all leaders of walks in rough country are considerate to prospective members. I know of several+
 fairly keen prospectives who, during the past twelve months, have become discouraged through being subjected to "some genuine suffering". fairly keen prospectives who, during the past twelve months, have become discouraged through being subjected to "some genuine suffering".
-Consider the good training for walks to Kanangra and back offered by the "rambles over Mt. Solitary", or to Blue Gum Forest and Lockley's Pylon, or to Carlon's and Clear Hill. What a wealth of experience in map reading can be gained from a lowly trip to St. Helena, or to The Wheel and Woodford Ridge. "There's no doubt that everyone is capable of doing trips into so-called 'tiger country"; yes, + 
-but they usually wish to get out again by 8 p m. on Sunday night. +Consider the good training for walks to Kanangra and back offered by the "rambles over Mt. Solitary", or to Blue Gum Forest and Lockley's Pylon, or to Carlon's and Clear Hill. What a wealth of experience in map reading can be gained from a lowly trip to St. Helena, or to The Wheel and Woodford Ridge. "There's no doubt that everyone is capable of doing trips into so-called 'tiger country"; yes, but they usually wish to get out again by 8 p m. on Sunday night. 
-If certain prospective members wish "to suffer" (or more politely, to try themselves out), let them do so, but why inflict unnecessary suffering and + 
-sometimes loss of working time on unsuspecting prospectives? The Committee has rightly rebuked a couple of thoughtless leaders for so doing. The Club has lost+If certain prospective members wish "to suffer" (or more politely, to try themselves out), let them do so, but why inflict unnecessary suffering and sometimes loss of working time on unsuspecting prospectives? The Committee has rightly rebuked a couple of thoughtless leaders for so doing. The Club has lost
 too many eligible members during their prospective membership over a period of years through indifference to their welfare. too many eligible members during their prospective membership over a period of years through indifference to their welfare.
-However, the new order seems to be well established now, whereby + 
-prospective members are assisted and encouraged by the Hon. Membership Secretary and her active and not so active assistants. The fact that there is normally at least one new member welcomed at each monthly meeting augers well for the Club's future. +However, the new order seems to be well established now, whereby prospective members are assisted and encouraged by the Hon. Membership Secretary and her active and not so active assistants. The fact that there is normally at least one new member welcomed at each monthly meeting augers well for the Club's future. 
-One last point, "me members who aren't particularly gifted with a flow of conversation", (not members of S.B.S.surely,') should make a definite effort to overcome their diffidence and endeavour to make new prospectives feel at home and be sure that they are not "left lonely in a crowd"+ 
-Thank you, Mr. Editor, far a stimulating Editorial, and for drawing +One last point, "we members who aren't particularly gifted with a flow of conversation", (not members of S.B.S. surely,') should make a definite effort to overcome their diffidence and endeavour to make new prospectives feel at home and be sure that they are not "left lonely in a crowd". 
-attention to the forthcoming Prospectives' Night. + 
-Yours faithfully,+Thank you, Mr. Editor, for a stimulating Editorial, and for drawing attention to the forthcoming Prospectives' Night. 
 + 
 +Yours faithfully,\\
 David Ingram. David Ingram.
  
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 +On my last day in Interlaken I decided to do the three passes tour whilst the weather held. The passes had only just been opened for the Summer and in some places they had only cleared for one way traffic through walls of snow. However when vehicles meet head-on, only the bus passengers panicked and the drivers seemed to know who should reverse to a safe place. There had been recent snow and the glaciers and mountain tops were wonderful - Sassen, Furks and Gletsch. I will never cease to marvel at the way the Swiss maintain their roads. In many places the roads are built up over space and the tunnels and bridges have to be seen to be believed.
  
-On my last day in Interlaken I decided to do the three nasses tour whilst the weather held. The passes had only just been opened for the Summer +Brig has lived up to all my expectations. The first morning seemed hopeful so in company with a German lady I set off for Zermatt and Gornergret. It was a grand trip with lots of field flowers and then alpine flowers and as usual in this country, rushing streams and waterfalls in all directions. Zermatt is a tourist village on a plateau and from here you get wonderful glimpses of the Matterhorn. There are no cars in Zermatt - you travel by a cog railway - and the so-called taxis are horse drawn carriages. The principal hotel still has an enclosed mid-Victorian type carriage with steps un the back and glass walls and a porter stands on the back steps. It is drawn by two horses, and has to be seen to be believed. There are tunnels, but you go most of the way to Gornergaat in the open and the views are glorious. It was a perfect day and the view of the surrounding alps and especially the Matterhorn were magnificent. I really felt this was the climax to all the wonderful things I had seen. We were told by some Swiss folk that they had friends who had been to Zermatt a dozen times and the Matterhorn had always been hidden in cloud. Matterhorn is such a lovely isolated peak exactly as we have always seen it in pictures. Gornergrat is 10,203 feet above sea level. Not only the cows but the horses also wear bells in Zermatt, but little tinkling ones. 
-and in some places they had only cleared for one way traffic through walls of snow. However when vehicles meet head-on, only the bus passengers nRnicked And the drivers seemed to know who Should reverse to a safe nlace. There had been recent' snow and the glaciers and mountain tops were wonderful - Sassen, Furks and Gletsch. I will never cease to marvel at the way the Swiss maintain their roads. In maw places the roads are built up over space and the tunnels and bridges have to be seen to be believed. + 
-Brig has lived up to all my expectations. The first morning seemed hopeful so in company with a German lady I set off for Zermatt and Gornergret. +Yesterday I took the postal bus to Simplon Pass. It was a doubtful day but I had quite good views of the surrounding peaks and went un to the large eagle which was built by the Swiss Army during the war. This is the Italian border and the eagle has his eyes towards Italy: I walked down for some miles and thoroughly 
-It was a grand trip with lots of field flowers and then alpine flowers hnd as +enjoyed it. Talked to a car-load of English folk - the second lot I have met who shipped their cars to Italy and were driving across the continent home. However, they all seem to have a short time and stick to the main highways so that they miss a tremendous lot of interesting places. 
-usual in this country, rushing streams and waterfalls in all directions. Zermatt is a tourist village on a plateau and from here you get wonderful glimpses of the Matterhorn. There are no cars in Zermatt - you travel by a cog railway - and the so-called taxis are horse drawn carriages. The principal hotel still has an enclosed mid-Victorian type carriage with steps un the back and glass walls and + 
-a porter stands on the back steps. It is drawn by two horses, and has to be seen to be believed. There are tunnels, but you go most of the way U10 Gornergaat in the open and the views are glorious. It was a nerfect day and the view of the surrounding alps and especially the Matterhorn were magnificent. I really felt this was the climax to all the wonderful things I had seen. We were told by some Swiss folk that they had friends who had been to Zermatt a dozen times and the Matterhorn had always been hidden in cloud. Matterhorn is such a lovely isolated peak exactly as we have always seen it in pictures. Gornergrat is 10,203 feet above sea level. Not only the cows but the horses also wear bells in Zermatt, but little tinkling ones. +Today I went to Mberel and took the zeilbahn to Riedernln which is a little tiny village at 6,392 feet and apparently popular for skiing. You do the cable car trip in 15 minutes. I came back on my own this afternoon and felt slightly "windy", especially when the thing came to a stop for some minutes. It 
-Yesterday I took the postal bus to Simplon Pass. It was a doubtful day but I had quite good views of the surrounding peaks and went un to the large eagle which was built by the Swiss Army during the war. This is the Italian border and the eagle has his eyes towards Italy: I walked down for some miles And thoroughly +is most intriguing however. What I had thought from above to be broad river flats over the way turned out to be a plateau about 2,000 feet up: From Riederalp I had a lovely walk through the Aletsch Natural Park flora and fauna reserve. Had good views of the Lletsch glacier, said to be the largest ice-sea in Europe. I strolled through pine woods with snow drifts here and there and tiny tarns and always lovely flowers - buttercups, violas, gentions, mauve and white snow bells (these are lovely little fringed bells) mountain roses and lots of others. Most of the mountain tops are hidden in clouds and it was not good weather for photography, but excellent for walking. However, on my way back it started to rain and continued quite heavily. With lovely patches of brilliant gold buttercups and hundreds of deep blue gentians, I found the world a good place - rain or shine.
-enjoyed it. Talked to a car-load of English folk - the second lot I have met whO shipped their cars to Italy and were driving across the continent home. However, they all seem to have a Short time and stick to the main highways so that they miss a tremendous lot of interesting places. +
-Today I went to Mberel and took the zeilbahn to Riedernln which is a little tiny village at 6,392 feet and apparently nonular for skiing. You do the cable car trip in 15 minutes. I came back on my own this afternoon and felt slightly "windy", especially when the thing came to a stop for some minutes. It +
-is most intriguing however. What I had thought from above to be broad river +
-flats over the way turned out to be a plateau about 2,000 feet up: From Riederalp I had a lovely walk through the Aletsch Natural Park flora and fauna reserve. Had +
-good views of the Lletsch glacier, said to be the largest ice-sea in Eurone. I strolled through pine woods with snow drifts here and there and tiny tarns and +
-always lovely flowers - buttercups, violas, gentions, mauve and white snow bells +
-(these are lovely little fringed bells) mountain roses and lots of others. Most +
-of the mountain tops are hidden in clouds and it was not good weather for photography, but excellent for walking. However, on my way back it started to rain and continued quite heavily. With lovely patches of brilliant gold buttercups and hundreds of deep blue gentians, I found the world a good place - rain or shine. +
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 ====== The Humble Tent Peg ====== ====== The Humble Tent Peg ======
  
 It isn't often that Paddy is moved to publish the unsolicited testimonial type of letter but It isn't often that Paddy is moved to publish the unsolicited testimonial type of letter but
-here is portion of one he received that was simply signed - "Newly Weds"+here is portion of one he received that was simply signed - "Newly Weds".\\ 
-Dear. 11k.. Pallin, +Dear. Mr Pallin,\\ 
-We have just undertaken that expensive operation of setting up house and would like to express our gratitude at the economy and the quality of what is possibly the most useful +We have just undertaken that expensive operation of setting up house and would like to express our gratitude at the economy and the quality of what is possibly the most useful article you produce - the tent peg. In the kitchen, not only as a skewer and cake tester, but when we have guests they look 
-article you produce - the tent peg. +most attractive holding our kebabs. As well as this, Ethel finds them very useful for a stitch holder. 
-In the kitchen, not only as a skewer and + 
-cake tester, but when we have guests they look +Paddy mould like to point out that they will also keep a tent firm in any weather as though they had been made for the job, and to mention that he has innumerable other little items for the walking bod of equal quality & adaptability. 
-most attractive holding our kabobs. As well + 
-as this, Ethel finds them very useful for a +PADDY PALLIN
-stitch holder. +
-Paddy mould like to point out that they mill +
-also keep a tent firm in any weather as though they had been made for the job, and to mention that he has innumerable other little 'items for the walking bod of equal quality & adaptability. +
-Pit"1041041 +
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-PADDY PAWN+
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