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 GONTENTS
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 At Our February General Meeting - Alex Jolley 2
-The PerymanDoherty-Brawn-Duncan-Joyce S.W.
+The Peryman-Doherty-Brown-Duncan-Joyce S.B.W.Tasmania Trip Christmas 58/59 - Bob Duncan 4
-Tctsmania Trip Ghristmas 58/59 - Bob Duncan 4
 The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (advt.) 7
 Now River Lagoon to Kings, Mollcuca - Heathor Joyce 9
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+====== The Peryman-Doherty-Brown-Duncan-Joyce South-West Tasmania Trip Christmas 1958 ======
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+Bob Duncan
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-WEEKEND OF 11/12 APRIL
+Boxing Day - December 26th, 1958
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-THE PERTMN-DOHERTY-BROWN-DUNCAN-JaCE SOUTH-WEST TASLLNIA TRIP CHRISTIELS 8-
- Bob Duncan Boxing Day - December 26th, 1958
 The coast road south of Hobart begins to peter out after about 70 miles. This is at Lune River near Hastings Caves. From here the PDBDJ South West Tasmania Expedition set forth at 3.30 p m. on December 26th, 1958.
 Our first job was to climb onto a range which we were to follow more or less parallel to the coast to Pinders Peak near the Southern tip of the island.
-To get onto the heights we started along a well kept 2 foot gauge
-railway line which ran up from the valley floor to a limestone quarry on the
+To get onto the heights we started along a well kept 2 foot gauge railway line which ran up from the valley floor to a limestone quarry on the side of the range. This was easy going and Mike Peryman amused himself by lecturing Carl Doherty, who had left his leather gardening gloves in Sydney, on the density, prickliness and perversity of the Tasmanian bush. Carl's countenance became dejected but it was evident that underneath was a will to live and a determination to get the trip over and back to a normal enjoyable life in Sydney. To this end he scrounged around and found a pair of leather work gloves on the railway line. Before the day was over he was very glad of them.
-side of the range. This was easy going and Mike Peryman amused himself by lecturing Carl Doherty, who had left his leather gardening gloves in Sydney,
-on the density, prickliness and perversity of the Tasmanian bush. Carl's countenance became dejected but it was evident that underneath was a will to live and a detertination to get the trip over and back to a normal enjoyable life in Sydney. To this end he scrounged around and found a pair of leather work gloves on the railway line. Before the day was over he was very glad of them.
+Carl and I tended to straggle a bit, but halfway up the line we came across our leader, cook and map reader, Mike Peryman, who ordered us to leave the railway line and follow an old wooden tramway which headed back down towards the valley. This seemed like madness but in Southern Tasmania it is better to go ten miles along a traditional route than a direct one mile through virgin forest, and there was evidently virgin forest between the quarry and the tops.We therefore obeyed with only a few muttered grumbles.
-Carl and I tended to straggle a bit, but halfway up the line we came across our leader, cook and map reader, Mike Peryman, who ordered us to leave the railway line and follow an old wooden tramway which headed back down towards the valley. This seemed like madness but in Southern Tasmania it is better to go'ten miles along a traditional route than a direct one mile through virgin forest, and there was evidently virgin forest between the quarry and the tops.
-We therefore Obeyed with only a few muttered grumbles.
 The traditional route was certainly tortuous. It zig-zagged back and forth through dense rain forest along old wooden logging tramways. These were heavily overgrown and crumbling rotten. "A man's a bloody fool to get into this sort of muck" said Carl. "Yair" I growled, "They told me it would be bad, but this is past a joke."
-As we climbed higher we gradually left the rain forest and entered a
-- logged and regrown Eucalypt stand. The going now became even slower for the
+As we climbed higher we gradually left the rain forest and entered a logged and regrown Eucalypt stand. The going now became even slower for the more open Eucalypts allowed a dense undergrowth of cutting grass and bauera. "Cutting grass" is a sedge, not a grass, and grows in a head high mess with ribbon shaped leaves up to six feet long. These ribbons have sharp edges and DO cut deeply if handled without leather gloves. Carl was already glad of his find. I found I was fairly well protected against this menace except that the ribbons found the groove between my ear and skull a convenient route along which to slide and slice out hunks of skin and flesh.
-more open Eucalypts allowed a dense undergrowth of cutting grass and bauera.
-"Cutting grass" is a sedge, not a grass, and grows in a head high mess with
+The way through this cutting grass and bauera still lay along the old wooden tramways. All rails and sleepers had been removed from these leaving a double line of logs three feet apart. Every few yards you had to jump from one log line to the other to avoid the more heavily overgrown side. We at last
-ribbon Shaped leaves up to six feet long. These ribbons have sharp edges and DO cut deeply if handled without leather gloves. Carl was already glad of
+came to a long stretch where the viaduct was about thirty feet above the ground. I was still very shaky on my pins under the strain of a row of Christmas parties and a 45 lb. pack, and when I got to the other side my nerves were visibly shattered. "That was MIGHTY:" said Peryman, Brown and Co. "Bloody madness" said Carl, "Thank God we're over" I mumbled. This was the beginning of a touching friendship between Carl and I. We alone threw the heroic nonsense aside and found mutual comfort in mutual commiseration upon the pain and suffering which each stage of the trip entailed.
-his find. I found I was fairly well protected against this menace except that
-the ribbons found the groove between my ear and skull a convenient route along
+After the high viaduct the tramway went berserk in the opposite direction, diving deep into the bowels of a cutting grass-bauera mess, We had not pushed through much of this before our leaders decided that they had had enough. We spent a couple of hours hacking a space for two tents in the cutting grass, made a depression in the universal bog for a waterhole, and made camp.
-which to slide and Slice out hunks of skin and flesh.
-The way through this cutting grass and bauera still lay along the old
-woden tramways. All rails and sleepers had been removed from these leaving a double line of logs three feet apart. Every few yards you had to jump from
-one log line to the other to avoid the more heavily overgrown side. We at last
-came to a long stretch where the viaduct was about thirty feet above the ground. I was still very shaky on my pins under the strain of a row of Christmas parties
-and a 45 lb. pack, and when Tgot to the other side my nerves were visibly
-.
-shattered. "That was MIGHTY:" said Peryman, Brown and Co. "Bloody madness" said Carl, "Thank God we're over" I mumbled. This was the beginning of a touching friendship between Carl and I. We alone threw the heroic nonsense aside and found mUtual comfort in mutual commiseration upon the pain and suffering which each stage of the trip entailed.
-After the high viaduct the tramway went beserk in the opposite direction, diving deep into the bowels of a cutting grass-bauera mess, We had not pushed through much of this before our leaders decided that they had had enough. We spent a couple of hours hacking a space for two tents in the cutting grass, made a depression in the universal bog for a waterhole, and made camp.
 December 27th
-The next morning our leaders, PeryMan and Brown, arose, cooked breakfast, pulled Carl and I out of our flea bags, fed us, put our packs upon our backs and prodded us on our way-up the mountain side. After a couple of hours we entered a second belt of dense myrtle forest. Then, after a couple glare
-hours, we were suddenly out of the forest and in sub-alpine growth on the tops.
+The next morning our leaders, PeryMan and Brown, arose, cooked breakfast, pulled Carl and I out of our flea bags, fed us, put our packs upon our backs and prodded us on our way-up the mountain side. After a couple of hours we entered a second belt of dense myrtle forest. Then, after a couple of hours, we were suddenly out of the forest and in sub-alpine growth on the tops.
-We could now see more than ten feet and look back on Lune River and the sea, We had climbed about 2,000 or 3,000'feet and progressed about five
-miles I suppose. A pitiful effort, but it had seemed an epic journey through
+We could now see more than ten feet and look back on Lune River and the sea, We had climbed about 2,000 or 3,000' feet and progressed about five miles I suppose. A pitiful effort, but it had seemed an epic journey through jungle, eucalypt forest, myrtle forest and now sub-alpine tops. It was a clear sunny day and we sat down and had lunch. Lunch was the only austere meal in our ration routine. There was no cooking and hence no soup or dessert and we had to be content with biscuits, strawberry jam, nuts, chocolate and such like rubbish.
-jungle, eucalypt forest, myrtle forest and now sub-alpine tops. It was a clear sunny day and we sat down and had lunch. Lunch was the only austere meal in our ration routine. There was- no cooking and hence no soup or dessert
-and we had to be content with biscuits, strawberry jam, nuts, chocolate and such like rubbish.
+We had gone only a couple of miles across the tops after lunch when we came to a stand Of dead King Billy Pines. Our leader and cook, Mr. Peryman, declared he had never seen a richer deposit of firewood and suggested we make camp. This was clearly white-antism of the most despicable kind. It was only 3 p m. The party sat down and argued the wisdom of the suggestion at length. Carl said that King Billy was a most extraordinary timber and that though much of it had been dead for hundreds of years, it showed never the slightest sign of decay. Sections of some of the smaller logs which he prepared with his pen knife seemed to bear out his argument though not all would admit its relevance. It was noticeable, however, that the theme of the argument gradually changed with time from "Whether we should stop" to "Whether we should have stopped" and finally "What we should have for tea". I found consolation in the thought that though it was undoubtedly sinful to stop at 3 p m. we would never have made the next camp site at Pigsty Ponds at our slow walking rate. I think the heavy packs were slowing us up. I thought I would never make the fifty yards to the bus stop in Hobart with mine, and here we were trying to carry the things across S.W. Tasmania.
-We had gone only a couple of miles across the tops after lunch when we came to a stand Of dead King Billy Pines. Our leader and cook, Mr. Peryman, declared he had never seen a richer deposit of firewood and suggested we make camp. This was clearly white-antism of the most despicable kind. It was only 3 p m. The party sat down and argued the wisdom of the suggestion at length. Carl said that King Billy was a most extraordinary timber and that
-though much of it had been dead for hundreds of years, it showed never the
+It was blissful lying in the sun, telling Snow that we should be moving on, and gazing at the blue sky patterned with wisps of white cloud. "What sort of cloud is that?" asked Snow Brown. "High Cirrus" I replied. "It means that a cold front is coming and that it will be wet and stormy in a day or two."
-slightest sign of decay. Sections of some of the smaller logs which he prepared with his pen knife seemed to bear out his argument though not all would admit its relevance. It was noticeable, however, that the theme of the arguement gradually changed with time from "Whether we should stop" to "Whether we
-should have stopped" and finally "What we should have for tea". I found con-
-solation in the thought that though it was undoubtedly sinful to stop at 3 p m. we would never have made the next camp site at Pigsty Ponds at our slow walking rate. I think the heavy packs were slowing us up. I thought I would never make the fifty yards to the bus stop in Hobart with mine, and here we were trying to carry the things across S.W. Tasmania.
-It was blissful lying in the sun, telling Snow that we should be moving on, and gazing at the blue sky patterned with wisps of white cloud. "What sort of cloud is that?" asked Snow Brown. "High Cirrus" I replied. "It means that a cold front is coming and that it will be wet and stormy in a
-day or two."
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 December 28th
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-Sure enough, the next morning was cold and drizzly-libut-once we were on our way this made for pleasant walking. The route lay mainly through dense knee high scopari and other sub-alpine growth. The weather steadily deterior-
+Sure enough, the next morning was cold and drizzly but once we were on our way this made for pleasant walking. The route lay mainly through dense knee high scopari and other sub-alpine growth. The weather steadily deteriorated and steady walking soon became essential for warmth.
-ated and steady walking soon became essential for warmth.
-After the routine 11 a m. snack of a.3. lb. of chocolate, Snow and Mike
+After the routine 11 a m. snack of a 3.lb. of chocolate, Snow and Mike plunged into a patch of dense head and Shoulder high prickly scopari and such like rubbish. The more intelligent members of the party went above this and reached the next saddle in about ten minutes. We had then to stand and shiver for about an hour in the freezing gale and rain While Peryman and Brown backed and charged like a couple of berserk rhinoceroses in frantic efforts to get out of the mess they had got into. "Past a joke" I growled and Carl agreed. Once our leaders had got through to us, however, we set off once more and soon reached Pig Sty Ponds where we had lunch in the lee of a large rock in the now pouring rain.
-plunged into a patch of dense head and Shoulder high prickly scopari and such like rubbish. The more intelligent members of the party went above this and reached the next saddle in about ten minutes. We had then to stand and shiver for about an hour in the freezing gale and rain While Peryman and Brown backed and charged like a couple of beserk rhinoceroses in frantic efforts to get out of the mess they had got into. "Past a joke" I growled and Carl agreed. Once our leaders had got through to us, however, we set off once more and soon reached Pig Sty Ponds where we had lunch in the lee of a large rock in the now pouring rain.
-We then set off for Lake Ooze. We climbed onto the bare rocky top of the range, fumbled about a bit in the mist and rain and then a terrific hail storm hit us. With our leather gloved hands cupped over our faces we struggled on but soon became separated in the opaque sea of flying hailstones. Carl; Heather and I lost Snow and Nike. I had been bamboozled by the rain and mist since leaving Pig Sty Ponds and had no idea -where we were. Mike had the map.
+We then set off for Lake Ooze. We climbed onto the bare rocky top of the range, fumbled about a bit in the mist and rain and then a terrific hail storm hit us. With our leather gloved hands cupped over our faces we struggled on but soon became separated in the opaque sea of flying hailstones. Carl, Heather and I lost Snow and Mike. I had been bamboozled by the rain and mist since leaving Pig Sty Ponds and had no idea where we were. Mike had the map.
-Gloomy thoughts were descending upon us when the shadowy forms of Mike and Snow appeared through the hail. We headed back to Pig Sty Ponds and, finding a patch of myrtle and other jungle, joyfully plunged into it. The mud was knee high but the jungle kept the hail off our ears. We hacked a couple of tent spaces, built a platform of logs and branches above the slush, diverted the larger rivers which ran across our tent sites and made camp. After that hail-blasted ridge this was bliss indeed.
-It seemed that fate was against us making any progress on this trip. Yesterday we felt lazy. Today the weather had sent us back along our tracks.
+Gloomy thoughts were descending upon us when the shadowy forms of Mike and Snow appeared through the hail. We headed back to Pig Sty Ponds and, finding a patch of myrtle and other jungle, joyfully plunged into it. The mud was knee high but the jungle kept the hail off our ears. We hacked a couple of tent spaces, built a platform of logs and branches above the slush, diverted the larger rivers which ran across our tent sites and made camp. After that hail-blasted ridge this was bliss indeed. It seemed that fate was against us making any progress on this trip. Yesterday we felt lazy. Today the weather had sent us back along our tracks.
 December 29th
-Even from inside my tent I could tell that, though the gale had abated, it was still a miserable wet windy day. "Surely our leader won't move off on a day like this" I bleated to my tent mate Carl. Next thing I knew I had been pulled rudely out of my flea bag and had half a billy of porridge
-rammed down my gullet. The route to Lake Ooze was far from obvious in the mist and rain but our leaders, Er. Peryman and Mr. Brown, got us there by mid morning.
+Even from inside my tent I could tell that, though the gale had abated, it was still a miserable wet windy day. "Surely our leader won't move off on a day like this" I bleated to my tent mate Carl. Next thing I knew I had been pulled rudely out of my flea bag and had half a billy of porridge rammed down my gullet. The route to Lake Ooze was far from obvious in the mist and rain but our leaders, Mr. Peryman and Mr. Brown, got us there by mid morning.
 Ooze is a large beautiful mountain lake, lying in a glacial cirque. Behind it is Lake Peak rising directly from the waters.
-We had been walking for only about three hours but the next recognised
-camp site was a full day's march away and after yesterday's storm we were very wary of being caught out on the tops. We therefore decided to make camp, but where? There seemed to be only the two extremes of swept grass and dense impenetrable rain forest. Cutting a tent space in this stuff with our puny
+We had been walking for only about three hours but the next recognised camp site was a full day's march away and after yesterday's storm we were very wary of being caught out on the tops. We therefore decided to make camp, but where? There seemed to be only the two extremes of swept grass and dense impenetrable rain forest. Cutting a tent space in this stuff with our puny slasher didn't stand thinking about. At last we found the recognised camp spot; a clearing in the forest on the north shore of the lake.
-slasher didn't stand thinking about. At last we found the recognised camp spot; a clearing in the forest on the north shore of the lake.
-HEALTH FOOD SHOP otiVEGETARIAN CAFEb
+The weather had now moderated to a continuous windy misty rain so we had a feed and then crawled into our tents and flea bags. At least we were snug there. Our Willesden tents were really weather-proof. We were beginning to snooze off when a diabolical victorious roat rent the air. "Wotzat" said Snow from his flea bag. "I've just discovered that someone has been more miserable than us" said Carl. "Who?" yelled Mike
-THE BUSHWALEING SEASON .
+leaping from his tent. "The C.B.W. party" replied Carl. "Listen to their diary: 'The golden tan tents gave little protection from the driving snow and rain and it was a relief to get into the dense head-high scopari and myrtle." The thought of Chalkie and hie C.B.ff's suffering in their golden tan tents while we luxuriated under Willesden cheered us till nightfall, though this joy was tempered by the reflection that we were being forced to waste yet another precious day.
-really commences withEASTER
-START it well by making the SLNITIRIUM SHOP PRODUCTS the permanent basis to your FOODLISTS.
-REMEMBER that there are no substitutes to equal the enjoyment and nourishment of our Dried Fruits, Biscuits and other lines pre-eminently suited to the BUSHWALKER.
-HUNTER ST SYDNEY. BWI725.
-The -weather had now moderated to a continuous windy misty rain so we had a feed and then crawled into our tents and flea bags. At least we were snug there. Our Willesden tents were really weather-proof.
-We were beginning to snooze off when a diabolical victorious roat rent the air. "Wotzat" said Snow from his flea bag. "I've just discovered
-that someone has been more miserable than us" said Carl. "Who?" yelled Mike
-leaping from his tent. "The C.B.W. party" replied Carl. "Listen to their diary: 'The golden tan tents gave little protection from the driving snow and
-rain and it was a relief to get into the dense head-high scopari and myrtle'." The thought of Chalkie and hie C.B.ff's suffering in their golden tan tc,:nts while we luxuriated under willesden cheered us till nightfall, though this joy was tempered by the reflection that we were being forced to waste yet another precious day.
 December 30th
-Our objective today was Pinder's Peak near the southern tip of the island and then west across a long low saddle to Mt. Wylie above New River Lagoon where lay our first food drop.
-We climbed Lake Peak and found a long high mountain ridge running south to Pinders which we reached at the mid-morning chocolate guzzling time. Finders is a 4,060 foot peak but the weather, while continuing to imprc,7e, still had some distance to go and se we sai nothing. We were in fact in strife. Pinders was the end of the mountain backbone and Ike could not see how to get off it.
+Our objective today was Pinder's Peak near the southern tip of the island and then west across a long low saddle to Mt. Wylie above New River Lagoon where lay our first food drop. We climbed Lake Peak and found a long high mountain ridge running south to Pinders which we reached at the mid-morning chocolate guzzling time. Finders is a 4,060 foot peak but the weather, while continuing to improve, still had some distance to go and so we said nothing. We were in fact in strife. Pinders was the end of the mountain backbone and Ike could not see how to get off it.
-Then suddenly the mist lifted momentarily for the first time in three days, and we saw the beautiful islet-studded Southern Ocean, New River Lagoon and the long low undulating saddle leading vest to our goal Mt. Wylie. We imagined we could see our food drop on the beach of New River Lagoon so we orientated ourselves towards the saddle and rushed down the rocky mountainside,
-into the sub-alpine scrub and the UGH! into the waist high scopari. "This is
+Then suddenly the mist lifted momentarily for the first time in three days, and we saw the beautiful islet-studded Southern Ocean, New River Lagoon and the long low undulating saddle leading vest to our goal Mt. Wylie. We imagined we could see our food drop on the beach of New River Lagoon so we orientated ourselves towards the saddle and rushed down the rocky mountainside, into the sub-alpine scrub and the UGH! into the waist high scopari. "This is past a joke" I said to Carl. "This must be some of the really terrible stuff they talk about" he replied. "If it was l% worse it would be impenetrable."
-past a joke" I said to Carl. "This must be some of the really terrible stuff they talk about" he replied. "If it was l% worse it would be impenetrable."
-I could see that the scopari gave way to unprickly taller growth lower down and kept muttering to, myself "We'll soon be through this bloody scopari." "We'll soon be through this bloody scopari," when we finally hit the tall stuff.. This was the most shocking stuff I had ever struck. It was
+I could see that the scopari gave way to unprickly taller growth lower down and kept muttering to, myself "We'll soon be through this bloody scopari." "We'll soon be through this bloody scopari," when we finally hit the tall stuff. This was the most shocking stuff I had ever struck. It was a great matted mess about ten feet high and progress was more akin to swimming than walking. We struggled through it for hours but on reaching the top of a knoll about midday I saw with joy that Mike was preparing lunch in a small clear patch about 100 yards away. It was of an hour later before Carl and I had bashed our way down to him.
-a great matted mess about ten feet high and progress was more akin to swimming
-than walking. We struggled through it for hours but on Teachingthe top of a knoll about midday I saw with joy that Mike was preparing lunch in a small clear patch about 100 yards away. It was of an hour later before Carl and
+"This is past a joke" I said to Carl. "Yes," he agreed, "I wish we could get back into the scopari. If this stuff was l% worse it would be impenetrable."
-I had bashed our way down to him. "This is past a joke" I said to Carl.
-"Yes," he agreed, "I wish we could get back into the scopari. If this stuff was l% worse it would be impenetrable."
 After lunch we bashed along the saddle through more scrub and scopari but somehow it didn't seem so bad now and we reached Mt Wylie and then the saddle between Wylie and Mt. Victoria Cross by sunset. This saddle was the most miserable scopari covered ridge I've ever come across. Misery was made more miserable by my tent companion, Carl, giving the only two sticks of tent pole timber within a radius of five miles to the opposition, Brown, Joyce and Peryman. "Why the hell did you do that?" I roared. "They asked lue for them!' was his miserable reply.
 At last the weather was reasonable. The mist occasionally lifted
 and gave us a view. Behind our tents we could see that mighty mountain
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 Today was the first good days walking we had done and after tea we crawled into our flea bags and dropped unconscious. I had just reached the deepest depth of sleep when I felt the earth heaving and Shaking beneath me. I began to dream I was driving mY Anglia but then becoming more conscious I
 realised that something was amiss. "Earth quake" I yelled thrusting my head out of my flea bag. "Nonsense" yelled Snow Brown, "Its ..
 December 31st
 and MI racing you around the scopari in your flea bag to get you up." "You'll tear my brand new flea bag" I screamed, hastily vaeating it. "I've found a way to get these slobs up" gloated Snow to Heather.
 After brekker we walked to the edge of the plateau and looked down- on the basin of New River Lagoon and the ocean, and acros to the magnificent 4,000 ft. dolerite tower, Precipitous Bluff. Something like Era from Governor
 Game Lookout but on a grander scale. The route ahead abviously lay down to the creek and then along the creek to New River Lagoon 2,000 or 3,000 feet below us.
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+We started dowA the slope, first through scopari, which we now regarded as easy walking, and then into forest and dense undergrowth. This became progressively worse as we got lower. "Well, we've been through some pretty bad stuff so far," I said, "but this is past a joke." Everyone agreed and we determined to keep in tight Indian file for if we became separated, even by a few yards, in this we would never find one another again. The slope was very steep and one heaved and shoved until one fell forward. Sometimes we would be struggling up to twenty feet above the ground and then corning to a less dense patch we would tumble gently towards the ground. The important thing was to stay upright at all times. When you finished head down, feet up, you could do nothing but yrll for help. It would take days to go up this slope I should think,
-We started dowA the slope, first through scopari, which we now regarded as easy walking, and then into forest and dense undergrowth. This became progressively worse as we got lower. "Well, we've been through some pretty bad stuff so far," I said, "but this is past a joke." Everyone agreed and we determined to keep in tight Indian file for if we became separated, even by a few yards, in this we would never find one another again. The slope was very steep and one heaved and shoved until one fell forward. Sometimes we would be struggling up to twenty feet above the ground and then corning to a less dense patch we would tumble gently towards the ground. The important thing was to stay upright at all times. When you finished head down, feet up, you could do nothing bat yoll for help. It would take days to go up this slope I should think,
 We reached the creek just above a large waterfall in time for lunch. A mile or two in half a day. Good going in this country. The creek fell into a slot gorge and then dropped through innumerable waterfalls) probably 2)000 feet in the four or five miles to the lagoon.
 After lunch we walked and waded down the creek where we could and climbed into the dense jungle, which overhung the gorge on both sides) where waterfalls blocked our way. This was really a black jungle and completely roofed the gorge in most parts. It was comparitively easy going in the jungle because there was no undergrowth. You just climbed through the maze of horizontal and vertical branches like a monkey. The ground was nowhere visible unless you wort out over the gorge. We were now in top condition and beginning to really enjoy the trip.
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 ext onding sands at the far end of which a headland dropped sharply into the sea. On walking further along tho beach we could look back at the impressive Iron- bounds and out to sea at the lighthouso on Maatsuykor Island. It was a wonderful boach and so alien to the baucra, scopexi and cutting grass of Tasmanian scrub or the hail and mists of the ranges. For adventure, variety of scenery and real challenge of walking, South West Tasmania is really worth,. whilo.
 A. well used track lad across the buttOngrass up the valley from Goxt s Bight airstrip to Kings, Molaleuca. The afternoon sun was hot and the valley hold tho boat - hats and scrub wore now for shado, not rain protection - and than we saw the rod roof of King's homestead come closer and closer. This time the Kings wore home and I can imagine how Snow and Mick felt when, after 3i days of hard walking, thoy found the house dosortod.
-Kings is a home placed on the banks of a lagoon with a truly fabulous view of mountain peaks and ranges in all directions, with the mighty peak of Mt. Rugby looking down on them from across the water. No wonder the Kings live there (besides the little matter of their tin mine) ai
-That night after a I3ATH we cooked and slept in a hut close to the house and next morning decided on a leisurely breakfast before a tour of inspoction of the place while waiting for our plane to arrive. Over one serious discussion on aircraft carriers rose the low hum of an engine. "The Kings recharging their batteries" we said. "No, a bit more powerful. It must be the engine on their launch. No, its s getting closer. It a plane" And panic sot in as the plane actually dived over the house to land on the airstrip. Our gear was in that sort of a jumble you expect in a hut dwelling; our fleabags unpacked and camp stretcher to dismantle. We packed in about five minutes - if only we could have boon as quick every morning!
+Kings is a home placed on the banks of a lagoon with a truly fabulous view of mountain peaks and ranges in all directions, with the mighty peak of Mt. Rugby looking down on them from across the water. No wonder the Kings live there (besides the little matter of their tin mine).
-That Oessna flight was the bast I've over had. Low enough to see all, with our route over the Old. River, the Arthurs and close to Federation Peak, then the Huon River and so to Hobart. "Isn't it mighty!" I cried but, getting no reply, I turned just in time to see Snow handing a paper bag to Jeri. Fortunately for all, we landed without incident.
-And so we wore back in Hobart to join the mad mob at John Manning and Barry Higginst flat, to hear the now of Mike and Bob and to recuperate from our grand. trip of th e S.W.,
+That night after a BATH we cooked and slept in a hut close to the house and next morning decided on a leisurely breakfast before a tour of inspection of the place while waiting for our plane to arrive. Over one serious discussion on aircraft carriers rose the low hum of an engine. "The Kings recharging their batteries" we said. "No, a bit more powerful. It must be the engine on their launch. No, its s getting closer. It a plane" And panic sot in as the plane actually dived over the house to land on the airstrip. Our gear was in that sort of a jumble you expect in a hut dwelling; our fleabags unpacked and camp stretcher to dismantle. We packed in about five minutes - if only we could have boon as quick every morning!
+That Cessna flight was the best I've over had. Low enough to see all, with our route over the Old River, the Arthurs and close to Federation Peak, then the Huon River and so to Hobart. "Isn't it mighty!" I cried but, getting no reply, I turned just in time to see Snow handing a paper bag to Jeri. Fortunately for all, we landed without incident.
+And so we were back in Hobart to join the mad mob at John Manning and Barry Higgins' flat, to hear the now of Mike and Bob and to recuperate from our grand trip of the S.W.
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