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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWAlLKER +====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ====== 
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown Street, Sydney. ​Bcoc No. 4476, G.P.O. Sydney. 'Phone.JV.1462. + 
-291 MARCH, 1959 .Price 1/- +A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, ​c/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown Street, Sydney. ​Box No. 4476, G.P.O. Sydney. '​Phone ​JW.1462. 
-EditorGeof Wagg, 131 St. Georges Cres., ​Reproduction:​ Jess Martin + 
-Drummoyne. ​IN 3435 (B) 1-2 p m. Sales & subs: Jess Martin +---- 
-Business ManagerBrian Harvey ​Typed by:, Gracelffagg + 
-=ri....r e+=== No. 291. March, 1959. Price 1/- === 
-GONTENTS + 
-Ecza+|**Editor**|Geof Wagg, 131 St. Georges Cres., Drummoyne. ​UW 3435 (B) 1-2 p.m.| 
 +|**Business Manager**|Brian Harvey.| 
 +|**Reproduction**|Jess Martin.| 
 +|**Sales and Subs**|Jess Martin.| 
 +|**Typed by**|Grace Wagg.| 
 + 
 +===== In This Issue===== 
 +  
 +| | |Page| 
 +|At Our February General Meeting|Alex Colley| 2| 
 +|The Peryman-Doherty-Brown-Duncan-Joyce S.W. Tasmania Trip Christmas 58/59|Bob Duncan| 4| 
 +|New River Lagoon to KingsMelaleuca|Heather Joyce| 9| 
 +|They Continue To Be Weird|Nino Burntoffa|14| 
 +|Rugged Walking in Tasmania|Heather Joyce|17| 
 +|Who'd Be A Walker|"​I Was"​|18| 
 +|Bushwalkers Are Tops|John Bookluck|19| 
 +|Counter Mission|Dung Khan|22| 
 + 
 +===== Advertisements:​ ===== 
 + 
 +| |Page| 
 +|Sanitarium Health Food Shop| 7| 
 +|Your Needs For Easter (Paddy'​s advt.)|13| 
 +|Hattswell'​s Taxi & Tourist Service|21| 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Confessions Of An Editor===== 
 + 
 +Now to confess infers that I must have done something because clearly if you haven'​t done something then you can't confess to itAnd any reasonable person would be likely to assume that after having my name published as Editor of this magazine for twelve issues I must have done __something__Yet, here I am, wracking my brain to try and think what it was
 + 
 +As far as actual editing of articles goes, I've done next to nothing for fear of spoiling the delicious flavour of the personality written into them and which, I feel, is one of the most important features of our type of mag. In fact, the one occasion when I did edit one (I felt the flavour was a little strong) I was seriously taken to task by the author, at a General Meeting too, that I doubt if I'd have the courage to try it again. 
 + 
 +The one thing I did do regularly each month was to present Grace with a number of pages of scrawl resembling Chinese, written on both sides of the paper with a pencil so hard that it was almost engraved, and these she always managed to translate and type in English. 
 + 
 +Though this feat amazes me, I admit that I stand in positive awe of Jess' performances on the duplicating machine. The way in which she is able to pamper the whims and naunces of that complicated device and in the short remaining time which always seemed to be her lot, turn out the required job, is something that will always own my admiration! 
 + 
 +Brian'​s work as Business Manager is so far outside my realm of understanding that I cannot even begin to commend it without displaying my ignorance. (Just working out my Income Tax leaves me with a headache.) I feel that his achievement speaks for itself in that, as he informed me the other day - 
 + 
 +"We can run an extra four pages and a map or illustration every second month."​ 
 + 
 +First, last and always come the contributors. Whoever they were, they never let me down. From the spasmodic "one per annum" article writers and the travellers'​ letters to the faithful unfailing regulars like Alex, whose style reproduces with humour and accuracy the vageries of our Monthly Meetings.
  
-At Our February General Meeting - Alex Jolley 2 
-The Peryman-Doherty-Brown-Duncan-Joyce S.B.W.Tasmania Trip Christmas 58/59 - Bob Duncan 4 
-The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (advt.) 7 
-Now River Lagoon to Kings, Mollcuca - Heathor Joyce 9 
-Your Needs For Easter (Paddyss advt.) 13 
-They :Iontinuo To Bo Ward -*Nino Burntoffa 14 
-Rugged Walking in Tasuania, - Heather Joyce 17 
-Who'd Be A Walker -ta Was" 18 
-Bushwaikors Are Tops - John Bookludk 19 
-Hatswolls Taxi &​Tourist Service (Advt.) 21 
-Jounter Mission - Dung Khan 22 
-CONFESSIONS OF AIN EDITOR 
-Now to confess infers that I must have done something because clearly if you haven'​t done something then you can't confess to it. "lnd any reasonable person would be likely to assume that after having my name nublished Editor of this magazine for twelve issues I must have done 3ONETHINC1. Yet, here I am, wracking my brain to try and think what it was. 
-Ls far as actual editing of articles goes, I've done next to hothing for fear of spoiling the delicious flavour of the -personality written into them and which, I feel, is one of the most important features of our type of mag. In fact, the one occasion when I did edit one (I felt the flavour was a little strong) I was seriously taken to task by the author, at a General Meeting too, that I doubt if I'd have the courage to try it again. 
-The one thing I did do regularly each month was to nresent Grace with a number of pages of scrawl resembling Chinese, written on both sides of the paper with a pencil so hard that it was almost engraved, and these she always managed to translate and type in English. 
-Though this feat amazes me, I admit that I stand in positive awe of 
-Jess' performances on the duplicating machine. The way in which she is able to pamper the whims and naunces of that complicated device and in the short remaining time which always seemed to be her lot, turn out the required job, 
-is something that will always own my admiration: 
-Brian'​s work as Business Manager is so far outside myrealm of under- standing that I cannot even begin to commend it without displaying my ignorance. (Just working out my Income Tax leaves me with a headache.) I feel that his achievement speaks for itself in that, as he informed me the other day - 
-Me can run an extra four pages and a man or illustration every second month."​ 
-First, last and always come the contributors. Whoever they were, they never let me down. From the spasmodic "one per anaum" article writers and the travellers'​ letters to the faithful unfailing regulars like Alex, whose style reproduces with humour and accuracy the vagories of our Monthly Meetings. 
 In short, to everyone who helped me make our magazine this last twelve months, my sincere thanks, and for myself - nothing to confess. In short, to everyone who helped me make our magazine this last twelve months, my sincere thanks, and for myself - nothing to confess.
-AT OUR FEBRUARY MEETING ​+ 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== At Our February Meeting. ===== 
 Our meeting commenced with a welcome by the President to two new members, Len Young and Evelyn Esgate. Our meeting commenced with a welcome by the President to two new members, Len Young and Evelyn Esgate.
-In correspondence was a letter from the Rationalist '​.ssociation,​ 
-saying that the cost of arranging the furniture as requested would greatly exceed the rent we paid, and suggesting that we seek other accommodation if the present arrangement was unsatisfactory. A committee conSisting of the Treasurer, the Vice Presidents, and two nominated members, Frank Young and Fred Kennedy, was appointed by the meeting to find new Club rooms. In support-of the project, Jack Wren said that, in these days, you couldn'​t 'join any sort of club for El, and that, even if new rooms meant a 50% increase, we could afford it. 
-The President reminded us that we are also seeking a new hall for the Christmas party. The Mosmah Roving Club had -written to say that it had no accommodation now at Mbsman, but did have a place at Killarney that it was prepared to rent. 
-Shortly after this Allan Hardie, back from South America and other 
-parts, entered the door amidst applause, and was welcomed by the President. 
-Evidently refreshed by his travels, lost no time in getting down to business. 
-A new hut, he said, had been erected in National Park on the ridge between 
-Burning Palms and Era. He wanted a protest made to the Park Trust. It was decided, with one dissentient,​ to refer the matter to the Conservation Secretary 
-for discussion with the National Parks Association. It was also suggested that, as the Federation re-union would be held at Burning Palms, a petition 
-could be drawn up and signatures obtained. 
-2 
-3. 
-Dorman'​s next motion was for a letter to the National Park Trust asking for the erection of a sign reading "​Drinking Water" at the small dam on the North North Era Creek. He said that recently, just as he was about to fill his water bucket, a New ,ustralian had said to him "​Don'​t use that, I've bathed in it". The motion was carried after two amendments were suggested. One was that the notice be printed in four languages, and another that one of the languages be that spoken by cows. 
-Next he lodged a complaint that he had written two letters to the Editor for publication in the magazine. One had been published only in part 
-and the other not at all. The one that had been published in part contained sothe of "the facts of life" which had, for some prudish reason, been omitted,- The Editor explained that it was his privilege to edit and that the second- letter had arrived too late for publication. 
-Colin Putt, convenor of the reunion committee, told us that,. 
- ​opinion of the Committee, private transport could replace bus transport this year. Malcolm McGregor supported the suggestion, saying that boiling club 
-members never went anywhere except in cars and passengers usually contributed 
-2/- towards running costs. The meeting was in favour of private transport - 
-and appointed Don Matthews transport organiser. Colin said that the committee-.,​-. also intended to organise a Woods Creek Surf Life Saving Club to -watch the 
-children. 
-Brian Harvey then moved that we hold an adjourned meeting in' eApril to discuss the 25 by-laws that would come before the March meeting feeIPM4tgication The meeting agreed. 
-Alex Colley then moved that, in order to give members a little time after meetings, slide nights, etc. to meet their friends or arrange trips, 
-the Club room remain open till 10.30 p m., if anyone wanted to use it till then, 
-The motion was defeated, of course. 
-Malcolm McGregor appealed for some slides of Tasmanian wild flowers. 
-He wanted them sufficiently detailed to make the individual flowers recognisable. 
-At Jim Hopper'​s request the Walici ng Trial scheduled for 6-7-8 March was deferred to the next programme. The owner of some of the course laid out for the event had proved unco-operative,​ and it would take a little time to find another spot. 
  
-====== ​The Peryman-Doherty-Brown-Duncan-Joyce South-West Tasmania Trip Christmas 1958 ======+In correspondence was a letter from the Rationalist Association,​ saying that the cost of arranging the furniture as requested would greatly exceed the rent we paid, and suggesting that we seek other accommodation if the present arrangement was unsatisfactory. A committee consisting of the Treasurer, the Vice Presidents, and two nominated members, Frank Young and Fred Kennedy, was appointed by the meeting to find new Club rooms. In support of the project, Jack Wren said that, in these days, you couldn'​t join any sort of club for £1, and that, even if new rooms meant a 50% increase, we could afford it. 
 + 
 +The President reminded us that we are also seeking a new hall for the Christmas party. The Mosman Roving Club had written to say that it had no accommodation now at Mosman, but did have a place at Killarney that it was prepared to rent. 
 + 
 +Shortly after this Allan Hardie, back from South America and other parts, entered the door amidst applause, and was welcomed by the President. Evidently refreshed by his travels, lost no time in getting down to business. A new hut, he said, had been erected in National Park on the ridge between Burning Palms and Era. He wanted a protest made to the Park Trust. It was decided, with one dissentient,​ to refer the matter to the Conservation Secretary for discussion with the National Parks Association. It was also suggested that, as the Federation re-union would be held at Burning Palms, a petition could be drawn up and signatures obtained. 
 + 
 +Dorman'​s next motion was for a letter to the National Park Trust asking for the erection of a sign reading "​Drinking Water" at the small dam on the North North Era Creek. He said that recently, just as he was about to fill his water bucket, a New Australian had said to him "​Don'​t use that, I've bathed in it". The motion was carried after two amendments were suggested. One was that the notice be printed in four languages, and another that one of the languages be that spoken by cows. 
 + 
 +Next he lodged a complaint that he had written two letters to the Editor for publication in the magazine. One had been published only in part and the other not at all. The one that had been published in part contained some of "the facts of life" which had, for some prudish reason, been omitted. The Editor explained that it was his privilege to edit and that the second letter had arrived too late for publication. 
 + 
 +Colin Putt, convenor of the reunion committee, told us that, in the opinion of the Committee, private transport could replace bus transport this year. Malcolm McGregor supported the suggestion, saying that bowling club members never went anywhere except in cars and passengers usually contributed 2/towards running costs. The meeting was in favour of private transport and appointed Don Matthews transport organiser. Colin said that the committee also intended to organise a Woods Creek Surf Life Saving Club to watch the children. 
 + 
 +Brian Harvey then moved that we hold an adjourned meeting in April to discuss the 25 by-laws that would come before the March meeting for ratification. The meeting agreed. 
 + 
 +Alex Colley then moved that, in order to give members a little time after meetings, slide nights, etc. to meet their friends or arrange trips, the Club room remain open till 10.30 p.m., if anyone wanted to use it till then. The motion was defeated, of course. 
 + 
 +Malcolm McGregor appealed for some slides of Tasmanian wild flowers. He wanted them sufficiently detailed to make the individual flowers recognisable. 
 + 
 +At Jim Hopper'​s request the Walking Trial scheduled for 6-7-8 March was deferred to the next programme. The owner of some of the course laid out for the event had proved unco-operative,​ and it would take a little time to find another spot. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +New South Wales Federation of Bushwalking Clubs __Annual Reunion Camp__ at Burning Palms Beach. Weekend of 11/12 April. Transport to Governor Game Lookout from Waterfall. 
 + 
 +-----
  
-Bob Duncan ​+===== The Peryman-Doherty-Brown-Duncan-Joyce South-West Tasmania Trip Christmas 58-59. =====
  
-Boxing Day December 26th, 1958+Bob Duncan ​
  
-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.+__Boxing Day - 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.+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 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. 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.
  
-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." 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 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.+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.
  
-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 +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 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.
-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.+
  
-After the high viaduct the tramway went berserk in the opposite direction, diving deep into the bowels of a cutting grass-bauera messWe 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.+After the high viaduct the tramway went berserk in the opposite direction, diving deep into the bowels of a cutting grass-bauera messWe 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+__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 of 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 seaWe 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.+We could now see more than ten feet and look back on Lune River and the seaWe 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.
  
-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 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.
  
 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." 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."
  
-December 28th+__December 28th__
  
 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. 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.
  
-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.+After the routine 11 a.m. snack of a 1/4 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.
  
 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. 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.
  
-December 29th+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.
  
-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.+__December 29th__
  
-Ooze is a large beautiful mountain lake, lying in a glacial cirque. Behind it is Lake Peak rising directly from the waters.+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 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. 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.
  
-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 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.
-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.+
  
-December 30th+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 his C.B.W'​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.
  
-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.+__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 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 we 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 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."​ 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."​
  
-I could see that the scopari gave way to unprickly taller growth lower down and kept muttering tomyself "​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. +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 3/4 of an hour later before Carl and 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."​
  
-"This is past a joke" ​said to Carl"Yes," he agreed, "I wish we could get back into the scopariIf 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 acrossMisery was made more miserable by my tent companionCarlgiving 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 me for them" ​was his miserable reply.
  
-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 sunsetThis saddle ​was the most miserable scopari covered ridge I've ever come across. Misery was made more miserable by my tent companionCarlgiving ​the only two sticks of tent pole timber within a radius of five miles to the oppositionBrown, 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 ​Victoria Cross. ​Right alongside us was Wyliewhile in front, the ridge dropped precipitously into the narrow coastal regionNew River Lagoon ​and the Southern Ocean.
  
-At last the weather was reasonable. The mist occasionally lifted +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 ..
-and gave us a view. Behind our tents we could see that mighty mountain +
-Victoria Cross. Right alongside us was Wylie, -while in front, the ridge dropped precipitously into the narrow coastal region, New River Lagoon and the Southern Ocean. +
-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 +__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. +and I'​m ​racing you around the scopari in your flea bag to get you up." "​You'​ll tear my brand new flea bag" I screamed, hastily ​vacating ​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 downon 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.+After brekker we walked to the edge of the plateau and looked down on the basin of New River Lagoon and the ocean, and across ​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 obviously ​lay down to the creek and then along the creek to New River Lagoon 2,000 or 3,000 feet below us
 + 
 +We started down 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 coming 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 yell 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 went out over the gorge. We were now in top condition and beginning to really enjoy the trip
  
-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 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.  
 Than I realised that I was strapped to a stretcher. My grey matter was not ticking over very rapidly but "​Clearly,"​ it thought, "this is the end of the trip we have planned for so many months"​. Than I realised that I was strapped to a stretcher. My grey matter was not ticking over very rapidly but "​Clearly,"​ it thought, "this is the end of the trip we have planned for so many months"​.
-ZEZZA_LagaN Heather Joyce + 
-We could put it off no longer; we would have to start walking again. In the distance we could see the helicopter narrowly skimming over the Ironbound Range, carrying our now 'friend, Police Sgt. Hanlon to Kings and thence to Hobart ​ half an hour's trip by helicopterfour days walk for us. +---- 
-We turned back to our already overloaded packs. Carl and I had two airdrops of food in our packs plus some unclaimed gear of Duncan'​s,​ and Snow had brought food from Hobart, much of it tinned variety, and then behind a bush we found a cache of food including fresh bread and chops loft us by the Sgt. and the Dr. One day you have nothing, the next day you've got too muchl When we staggered off, our packs ware really crammed to overflowing with our yak jackets caught under the flaps. + 
-We were on a buttongrass plain near the banks of New River Lagoon which flows down to the sea on the south coast of Tasmania. It could only have been a quarter of a mile to the water'​s edge, but we got caught in a tangle of headhigh ​bauera and cutting grass and it took us an hour's straggle to reach the Lagoon. I was pretty exhausted with the pack weight and five days light rations so I pushed off downstream first, but of course the boys caught up with me very soon. This was the prettiest part of the trip so far; the lagoon was lined with huge gum trees and there 'were black swans and ducks on +===== New River Lagoon To KingsMelaleuca. ===== 
-10. + 
-the water. It was low tide and we wore able to walk on the exposed pebble beach or in ankle to knee deep water at the crook junctions. At 7 to 7.30 pm. we reached the mouth where there is a rowing boat on each bank for the benefit of walkers and shipwrecked sailors. It an excellent scheme except for the heaviness of the boat a; it's an effort to pull the boat s down the sand to launch them and an even greater effort to beach them/+Heather Joyce 
-The boys decided to coma back the following day to replace the boat on the far bank and sort out what remained of our airdrop, so wo pushed up the sand bank on to Prion Beach. This is the most deceptive beach to walk. It must be three miles long for it takes about an hour to walk, but the curve of the beach foreshortens the distance so that you can at all times see your objective but never appear to got any closer. + 
-No finished walking in the dark and lifinishcdtt ​is just about the right term. I think we ate something and I know we put up a tent which would have shamed even the newest prospective and I don't remember falling asleep but next day dawned and there we were in our fleabags. After we had demolished some of our tinned food and then 5omo more, the boys went back to the airdrop and I started to mend my own and Clarlt ​s pack which had boon torn in the scrub before ​Lime st ono Oreek+We could put it off no longer; we would have to start walking again. In the distance we could see the helicopter narrowly skimming over the Ironbound Range, carrying our new friend, Police Sgt. Hanlon to Kings and thence to Hobart ​half an hour's trip by helicopterfour days walk for us. 
-Suddenly a terrific storm hit. While I ropitched ​our tent and re_. packed ​gear to protect it from the rain flowing ​undor the walls, I pitied the boys but in this really torrential downpour. They in turn wore looking with horr4. ​at a distant view of thewhite water of Lime stone Creek falls: I guess we just got out in time.  + 
-The rest of the day we spent in eating and by next morning we had sorted out our food and lightened our packs to normal walking tonnage. To say Snow was dreading the next stage of our trip was an understatement. The first time he walked the mile from Prion Beach to Doadmant ​s Beach with Nike they had been in a bit of a hurry and it had taken them 6-1hours. So he knew what he was in for, but 1z-,​trl ​and I were still in blissful ignorance. +We turned back to our already overloaded packs. Carl and I had two airdrops of food in our packs plus some unclaimed gear of Duncan'​s,​ and Snow had brought food from Hobart, much of it tinned variety, and then behind a bush we found a cache of food including fresh bread and chops left us by the Sgt. and the Dr. One day you have nothing, the next day you've got too much! When we staggered off, our packs ware really crammed to overflowing with our yak jackets caught under the flaps. 
-We pushed up a boat little creek that unexpectedly bursts out on the south end of the beach, but we must have followed it too far for we found ourselves in the mulga only too soon. It is rather difficult to describe Tasmanian scrub; it has to be experienced to understand. We made our way up the headland ridge avoiding the cutting grass, walking up the fallen logs and striving to maintain a general consistent direction. The usual way is to go where the scrub is clearest and so proceed in a zig-zag manner. After getting out of the valley we sidled the ridge until we came out on the top of the headland and for the first time in hours saw where we were - just above Prion Beach. + 
-Six hours walking brought us to Doadmants ​Beach just as light rain started. This was so normal that it was ignored in the excitement of actually being on a trackt ​Well, for a 100 yards until Snow lost it again. +We were on a buttongrass plain near the banks of New River Lagoon which flows down to the sea on the south coast of Tasmania. It could only have been a quarter of a mile to the water'​s edge, but we got caught in a tangle of head-high ​bauera and cutting grass and it took us an hour's straggle to reach the Lagoon. I was pretty exhausted with the pack weight and five days light rations so I pushed off downstream first, but of course the boys caught up with me very soon. This was the prettiest part of the trip so far; the lagoon was lined with huge gum trees and there were black swans and ducks on the water. It was low tide and we were able to walk on the exposed pebble beach or in ankle to knee deep water at the creek junctions. At 7 to 7.30 p.m. we reached the mouth where there is a rowing boat on each bank for the benefit of walkers and shipwrecked sailors. It an excellent scheme except for the heaviness of the boats; it's an effort to pull the boats down the sand to launch them and an even greater effort to beach them. 
-From there to Kings it was only ittrack" walking - not exactly mainland walking, but no more scrub-bashing like the early part of the trip. In fact, this is a really worthwhile walk, but then so is the first part. + 
-That night we camped on a quiet pebble beach next to Lousy Beach. Out to sea were the islands we had seen from Pinders Peak and seagulls rocked gently on the peaceful waters of the bay. Altogether it was a very peaceful evening +The boys decided to come back the following day to replace the boat on the far bank and sort out what remained of our airdrop, so we pushed up the sand bank on to Prion Beach. This is the most deceptive beach to walk. It must be three miles long for it takes about an hour to walk, but the curve of the beach foreshortens the distance so that you can at all times see your objective but never appear to got any closer. 
-except for the pre-meal occupation of pulling off the leeches - why did they all have to choose me? Unableto bite through ​Jar]) 5 thick akin and unable to stand Snowle ​-------? + 
-The next day we climbed the Ironbound Range up a well made track which you appreciate after first-hand ​exporionce ​of the virgin bush. The rain forest really is attractive when youtro ​not pushing through it; pandanni palms, ​goon growth and moss over everything alive or dead (except ​bushwalkors ​who are usually rolling too hard to gather any), giving an atmosphere of the to of forest found in Snow 7Ahitc ​fairytales. The track was extremely well graded and easy to climb and it was with aixrp rise that wo emerged out from rain forest on to clear alpine slopes. The weather was kind and the view magnificont ​; we could look up and down the coast and, more excitedly still, across to the jagged Arthur'​s Range and the fearful Federation Peak. Like a row of fangs ran the Arthurs and on the other side of the Peak ran the long range of the PictOn+No finished walking in the dark and "​finished" ​is just about the right term. I think we ate something and I know we put up a tent which would have shamed even the newest prospective and I don't remember falling asleep but next day dawned and there we were in our fleabags. After we had demolished some of our tinned food and then some more, the boys went back to the airdrop and I started to mend my own and Carl's pack which had been torn in the scrub before ​Limestone Creek. 
-But oven as I gazed at this, our first view of the S.W., the rain- clod swept in. Once more we wore on the run, we must got off the Ironbound while we could sac the snowpolos. Again the descant ​was easy and well marked so that there would be absolutely no trouble in fine weather, but probably still some difficulty in mist. + 
-We descended on to the Louisa Plains as the weather ​clearod ​and easily crossed the Louisa River. Now there wore no further hazards and oven rain could not stop us. We moved over the butt ongraas ​plains; ​tiring job, but without a doubt the easiest walking we did in Tasmania. We camped on the plains still within sight of the clear wostorn ​slopes of the Ironbound and the rugged Louisa Range. Thank goodnc as we wore deterred from our original plan of reaching Federation Peak along the Louisa Range. +Suddenly a terrific storm hit. While I repitched ​our tent and repacked ​gear to protect it from the rain flowing ​under the walls, I pitied the boys out in this really torrential downpour. They in turn were looking with horror ​at a distant view of the white water of Limestone ​Creek falls: I guess we just got out in time. 
-Our last day dawnod ​clear. Mike and Snow on their trip had followed the map and had loft the snowpolos ​and made their own way across the low range to Olexts ​Bight. This time we decidod ​to follow the snow poles all tho way: They led us up the valley in the opposite direction to which you'd expect to go and to which the map lad, and over the small  or bumps of the foothills up a gradual ridge to the top. We learnt later that each half of the map had a difforont ​compass ​alignmont ​and not being used to this typo of map on the mainland, we had boon following the same grid. + 
-On the other side of the range the snow poles led us across burnt buttongrass plains until wo burst through coastal ti-tree to the Boyd Greek entrance and the beautiful ​,;ox' Bight beach. In front we could see the +The rest of the day we spent in eating and by next morning we had sorted out our food and lightened our packs to normal walking tonnage. To say Snow was dreading the next stage of our trip was an understatement. The first time he walked the mile from Prion Beach to Deadman'​s Beach with Mike they had been in a bit of a hurry and it had taken them 6 1/2 hours. So he knew what he was in for, but Carl and I were still in blissful ignorance. 
-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 baucrascopexi ​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+ 
-Awell 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.+We pushed up a beaut little creek that unexpectedly bursts out on the south end of the beach, but we must have followed it too far for we found ourselves in the mulga only too soon. It is rather difficult to describe Tasmanian scrub; it has to be experienced to understand. We made our way up the headland ridge avoiding the cutting grass, walking up the fallen logs and striving to maintain a general consistent direction. The usual way is to go where the scrub is clearest and so proceed in a zig-zag manner. After getting out of the valley we sidled the ridge until we came out on the top of the headland and for the first time in hours saw where we were - just above Prion Beach. 
 + 
 +Six hours walking brought us to Deadman'​s ​Beach just as light rain started. This was so normal that it was ignored in the excitement of actually being on a track! ​Well, for a 100 yards until Snow lost it again. 
 + 
 +From there to Kings it was only "track" walking - not exactly mainland walking, but no more scrub-bashing like the early part of the trip. In fact, this is a really worthwhile walk, but then so is the first part. 
 + 
 +That night we camped on a quiet pebble beach next to Lousy Beach. Out to sea were the islands we had seen from Pinders Peak and seagulls rocked gently on the peaceful waters of the bay. Altogether it was a very peaceful evening except for the pre-meal occupation of pulling off the leeches - why did they all have to choose me? Unable to bite through ​Carl'​s ​thick skin and unable to stand Snow'​s ​-------? 
 + 
 +The next day we climbed the Ironbound Range up a well made track which you appreciate after first-hand ​experience ​of the virgin bush. The rain forest really is attractive when you'​re ​not pushing through it; pandanni palms, ​green growth and moss over everything alive or dead (except ​bushwalkers ​who are usually rolling too hard to gather any), giving an atmosphere of the type of forest found in Snow White fairytales. The track was extremely well graded and easy to climb and it was with surprise ​that we emerged out from rain forest on to clear alpine slopes. The weather was kind and the view magnificent; we could look up and down the coast and, more excitedly still, across to the jagged Arthur'​s Range and the fearful Federation Peak. Like a row of fangs ran the Arthurs and on the other side of the Peak ran the long range of the Picton. 
 + 
 +But even as I gazed at this, our first view of the S.W., the rain-clouds ​swept in. Once more we were on the run, we must get off the Ironbound while we could see the snowpoles. Again the descent ​was easy and well marked so that there would be absolutely no trouble in fine weather, but probably still some difficulty in mist. 
 + 
 +We descended on to the Louisa Plains as the weather ​cleared ​and easily crossed the Louisa River. Now there were no further hazards and even rain could not stop us. We moved over the buttongrass ​plains; ​tiring job, but without a doubt the easiest walking we did in Tasmania. We camped on the plains still within sight of the clear western ​slopes of the Ironbound and the rugged Louisa Range. Thank goodness ​we were deterred from our original plan of reaching Federation Peak along the Louisa Range. 
 + 
 +Our last day dawned ​clear. Mike and Snow on their trip had followed the map and had left the snowpoles ​and made their own way across the low range to Cox'​s ​Bight. This time we decided ​to follow the snow poles all the way: They led us up the valley in the opposite direction to which you'd expect to go and to which the map led, and over the smaller ​bumps of the foothills up a gradual ridge to the top. We learnt later that each half of the map had a different ​compass ​alignment ​and not being used to this type of map on the mainland, we had been following the same grid. 
 + 
 +On the other side of the range the snow poles led us across burnt buttongrass plains until we burst through coastal ti-tree to the Boyd Creek entrance and the beautiful ​Cox'Bight beach. In front we could see the extending ​sands at the far end of which a headland dropped sharply into the sea. On walking further along the beach we could look back at the impressive ​Ironbounds ​and out to sea at the lighthouse ​on Maatsuykor Island. It was a wonderful ​beach and so alien to the bauerascopari ​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 ​worthwhile. 
 + 
 +A well used track led across the buttongrass ​up the valley from Cox's Bight airstrip to Kings, ​Melaleuca. The afternoon sun was hot and the valley ​held the heat - hats and scrub were now for shade, not rain protection - and than we saw the red roof of King's homestead come closer and closer. This time the Kings were home and I can imagine how Snow and Mick felt when, after 3 1/2 days of hard walking, ​they found the house deserted.
  
 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). 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 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 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, it's getting closer. It a plane!" And panic set 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 been 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.+That Cessna flight was the best I'​ve ​ever 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 Carl. 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.+And so we were back in Hobart to join the mad mob at John Manning and Barry Higgins'​ flat, to hear the news of Mike and Bob and to recuperate from our grand trip of the S.W.
  
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 +|Ladies'​ Open|Georgina Langley|Nanette Bourke|Lyndsey Grey|
 +|Men's Breaststroke|Eric Adcock|Brian Harvey|George Gray|
 +|Ladies'​ Breaststroke|Georgina Langley|Nanette Bourke|Lyndsey Grey|
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 +|Rescue Race|Jean Harvey, Brian Harvey|Georgina Langley, Eric Adcock|Lyndsey Grey, Frank Young|
 +|Long Plunge, Men|Bill Rodgers|Brian Harvey|Kevin Ardill|
 +|Long Plunge, Women|Nanette Bourke|Georgina Langley|Kath McInnes|
 +|Henly Cup|Georgina Langley, Nanette Bourke (each 10 points). Awarded to Georgina Langley|Brian Harvey (8 points)|Bill Rodgers (6 points)|
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---LP.romptly.,,a,t':'​,0:'..x otclock ​on the Friday night, I was waitingby t. he map,​..,​-',​. ,. +__Torches__ ​small and large, metal, plastic or rubber cases. Priced from 8/to 24/6. 
-at central, eying my ridiculously ​snail and light rucsa c. No crampons ;::' ' ​no .ir opW,:​`'  ​no felt-soled ​shoos; no pitons. ​Jould I really survive a hike in the 010:: Or + 
-twodays with:: '​more ​fifteen kilos on my back? I learned that I could ',.. ' ''',​tbe +__Water Buckets__ - Japara, 1 1/2 and 2 gallon sizesZipp closure l5/- and 17/-. Open top 11/9 & 13/-. Plastic (strong) 1 gallon capacity 5/9. 
--- , crampons ​'and rop.19 ​would have helped. + 
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-','​BY-..,​.ejtiarter ​after six I began to fool approhonsivo, as no oth6r-,:,. beoers ​of ruCsa4s ​had converged on my place of waiting. By 6.20 was cliStinct +__Aluminium Billies__ - Tall and squat1 - 4 pints. 
-.. . + 
-agitated and bog4n searching the whole concourse. ​g +__Boots__ - A new line of lightweightflexible rubber soled boots - 67/9 pair. The girls especially should be interested. Sizes 5 - 10. 
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-Ahl There was Digby, hurrying towards the platform. I chasod,4.. IID4..gby.:​111 ​Icalled, "Wait for me 11 + 
-Hufriedly ​he grasped me by the arm and propelled me past the ticket ​a long the platform and into a carriage. +__Food Bags__ - Plastic and japara, all sizes. 
-"Whoreinhell ​have you bin?" ​ha asked as we strode down the platform, + 
-"If" I indignant at his tone. "have boon waiting ​faith fully by the map, as instructed."​ +__Food Jars__ - Aluminium and plastic. A large array of shapes and sizes. 
-"ill, why didn't you come over with the rest of us? ho enquired we ;entered the Corridor ​of the carriage. + 
-"But there was no-one also therein ​I objected. +__Heavy Weight Socks__ - Better than ever quality pink miners socks 8/6 pair. 
-.  -.Inhere, ​was a whole mob of us there, ​he said "You been on the grog or  ​soteth,:​tng?" + 
-II:​40*y! ​I said solemnly, realising that there must be some misunder standing* "1,A4ent to the enquiries man and I said to Ural, Where is the tap./ And he.-POinek ​to the wall and said You blind, chum? Digby, I waited', ​by the +And much more than we can tell you here so come in and look around. 
-..  . .  + 
-map, ,​10Ut  ​sw6rc there was no-ono else. I' +Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear. 
-"Not. :THAT map I II he almost ​shout o d  ​."0-o-oh" he groaned, "​never ​Mind. Herethis ' ​is i:Whero wet re holed up." + 
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- ? +---- 
-trod the compartment and smiled as Snow waved a cheery greeting. "You' ma q.,,​.',?​..t1Tlino. Thought you must'​ve got picked up at the Gross or sothethi + 
-idby :introduced me. "This is Nino, follas. Alpini and all that.+===== They Continue To Be Weird. ===== 
-The Ma't t a rhern 2 the Watt erhorn 2 the Drierhorn ​the Gast hof and tons of Jungfrau. ​Ili Therewas much laughter, but as I had only understood the words, Matterhorn, ​--- Gast hoff'a end ' Jungfrau st I was unable to appreciate ​at c t he humour. "​Meet ​t4e boys , + 
-. , - 9 +- Nino Burntoffa 
-Nino. ',. -,​Siiow ​you knew. This is 4tekoVick...Geoff_ 2 the wag......Don...jiiiproi,irf.7,e'  + 
- , ​. +Promptly at six o'​clock ​on the Friday night, I was waiting by the map at Central, eying my ridiculously ​small and light rucsac. No crampons; no rope; no felt-soled ​shoes; no pitons. ​Could I really survive a hike in the alps for two days with a mere fifteen kilos on my back? I learned that I could - but the crampons and rope would have helped. 
-Mike  .91Putt ...and thing ichan. he . Ja + 
-Dalaimas II. . ...,.. +By quarter ​after six I began to feel apprehensive, as no other bearers ​of rucsacs ​had converged on my place of waiting. By 6.20 was distinctly ​agitated and began searching the whole concourse. 
-t::, .; ::-  ' -,..: '​5'​ - -: + 
-These who could reach., ma --shook. ,V, hand warmly and the others ​:​ga..ve ​a cheery ​Wave; The Dalai Llama, liftedithe- flaiD..:Of p::: it:​O.ei. ​ridiculous-looking fur +Ah! There was Digby, hurrying towards the platform. I chased after him"​Digby!" ​I called, "Wait for me." 
-. _ + 
-hot which 4, b.,​scUrpd,:​hpl f his faae''''​6 ep Vol +Hurriedly ​he grasped me by the arm and propelled me past the ticket ​barrier, along the platform and into a carriage. 
--id said in a `dob,, tICIor 1 bad ,:​jungfratii,,​..,​-'​ - + 
-..  +"Whereinhell ​have you bin?" ​he asked as we strode down the platform
-it gelutftY-, ​,,si..Il I wondered if  ho, too,   , more having difficulty with the  ​langUage- " - --''​ + 
-.n" :7;+"I?" I enquired, ​indignant at his tone. "have been waiting ​faithfully ​by the map, as instructed."​ 
 + 
 +"Well, why didn't you come over with the rest of us?" he enquired ​as we entered the corridor ​of the carriage. 
 + 
 +"But there was no-one also there!" ​I objected. 
 + 
 +"​There ​was a whole mob of us there," ​he said"You been on the grog or something?" 
 + 
 +"​Digby," ​I said solemnly, realising that there must be some misunderstanding"I went to the enquiries man and I said to him: Where is the map? And he pointed ​to the wall and saidYou blind, chum? Digby, I waited by the map, but swear there was no-one else.
 + 
 +"Not THAT map!" ​he almost ​shouted. "O-o-oh" he groaned, "​never ​mind. Here this is where we're holed up." 
 + 
 +I entered ​the compartment and smiled as Snow waved a cheery greeting. "​You ​made itNino. Thought you must'​ve got picked up at the Cross or something."​ 
 + 
 +Digby introduced me. "This is Nino, fellas. Alpini and all that. The Matterhorn, ​the Wetterhorn, ​the Drierhornthe Gasthof ​and tons of Jungfrau." ​There was much laughter, but as I had only understood the words, Matterhorn, ​Gasthoff and Jungfrau, I was unable to appreciate ​the humour. "​Meet ​the boys, Nino. Snow you know. This is Mickelflick...Geoff, ​the wag...Don...Jim Brown...Mike...Colputt...and Dung kahnthe Dalai Llama." 
 + 
 +These who could reach me shook my hand warmly and the others ​gave a cheery ​wave. The Dalai Llama lifted the flap of a ridiculous-looking fur hat which obscured half his face and said in a deep voice"Cor! Das jungfrau ist geluffly, si?" ​I wondered if he, too, were having difficulty with the language
 Soon I was seated alongside Digby who, like a good leader, began to question me as to whether I had brought everything necessary. Soon I was seated alongside Digby who, like a good leader, began to question me as to whether I had brought everything necessary.
-15.+
 "Got all yor tucker alright, Nino?" "Got all yor tucker alright, Nino?"
-oruckor?I raised my eyebrows. + 
-filer grub. Food."​ +"​Tucker?" ​I raised my eyebrows. 
-maht but yes. I have enough for throe days, in caso we "​Ground Sheet?"​ + 
-nYos," +"​Yer ​grub. Food."​ 
-are benighted."+ 
 +"​Oh! ​but yes. I have enough for three days, in case we are benighted."​ 
 + 
 +"​Ground Sheet?"​ 
 + 
 +"Yes." 
 "​Bag?"​ "​Bag?"​
-nI havo several bags, Digby .." + 
-"​FLEA ​---- I mean, SLEEPING bag " +"I have several bags, Digby ..." 
-"​Oh, ​yowl + 
-"Snako-bite curo?n +"FLEA - I mean, SLEEPING bag." 
-"​My ​snako-bito cure? No, I did not think to bring a cure for snakes."​ "No snake-bite cure? Man1 you'll die."​ + 
-"You think I am unwise to go into the mountains without a snake-bito cure?"​ +"​Oh, ​yes."​ 
-nUnwiso17 ​Nino, youfll ​freeze."​ + 
-HI will froozo? The snake-bite, it will mako no cold?"​ +"Snake-bite cure?
-"Now, wait a minute, Nino. Lot's put it in basic English. HAVE YOU BROUGHT THE RUB+ 
-Me rum? Why, yes. I have brought ​tho rum, as you instructed me. Sixteen ounces in a plastic flask. That will cure the snake bites?"​ +"​My ​snake-bite cure? No, I did not think to bring a cure for snakes."​ 
-"Nine ...n Ho was interrupted by a tall, loud-mouthod ​individual who oponod ​the compartment doors with a crash and, with a most inane grimace upon his countenance, ​hollowed: "We-e-111 Didja oversee ​sucha goonylodkin ​mob of fosteringslobs?​ All sot for the big w a. classic, ​oh?" + 
-nAh1 The Admiral,"​ chorused a number of voices. +"No snake-bite cure? Man! you'll die." 
-nGumminout ​abit, arncher?"​ called Snow. mdho lot you off tho string for the weekend? Or do you haftorbe beck before tomorrow night?"​ + 
-nIfll ignore that uncouth thrust,"​ replied the newcomer. ​fait how about you goons movinup and making a spot of room, ohItd string the lot taya from thz yardarm, so help mo n +"You think I am unwise to go into the mountains without a snake-bite cure?"​ 
-They made room for him and we were introduced by Digby. "Nino - meet tho Admiral. Admiral - moot Nino. Alpini and all that. Tho Mattorhorn, the Wetterhorn, the Driorhorn ​..ft + 
-"​And ​Jungfrausl" ​intorruptod ​two or three of the others. +"​Unwise!? ​Nino, you'​ll ​freeze."​ 
-Whorl they began to talk animatodly ​and somowhat ​loudly among thorn. + 
-cave s in their peculiar un-anglish ​way, I got from my pack the map which I had purchasod ​and looked for the mountain ​wo should climb. I soon found Katoomba, and than Mt  ​Oloudmakor. They soemed ​much too far apart for a woekondi ​s hiking. I measttrod ​off thc distance by the scale in mile e and mont ally converted it to kilos. Perhaps I would appreciate the lightness of my pack after all; in tho Alpini we did not attempt such distances, ​ovon on +"​I ​will freeze? The snake-bite, it will make me cold?" 
-skis. + 
-"​Digby,"​ I said during a lull in the uproar, "​Perhaps you would be so kind as to show inc on tho nap what tho oxpodition ​will be liko?" +"Now, wait a minute, Nino. Let's put it in basic English. HAVE YOU BROUGHT THE RUM?
-"Sure thing, Nino. Wo start off at Katoomba, ​horo. Have a noggin or two at tho good old A.B.; roadbash out to The Causowayhare; then a burn along The Neck; hit tho sacks at Glen Raphaol; bit of a bush push on Alto Dog in the morning; spine-bash on the Cox for a while; and then, if wolro Still keen, we'll roar up over Oloudmakor ​and on to Tho Walls. ​Oonfidontially, though', The Admiral'​s up to his whito antics ​alroady, so we'll probably finish up polishing off the grog on the aox tomorrow and ambling slowly home up Nollio s for a session at t ho A.B.1+ 
 +"​The ​rum? Why, yes. I have brought ​the rum, as you instructed me. Sixteen ounces in a plastic flask. That will cure the snake bites?"​ 
 + 
 +"Nine ..." He was interrupted by a tall, loud-mouthed ​individual who opened ​the compartment doors with a crash and, with a most inane grimace upon his countenance, ​bellowed: "We-e-11! Didja eversee ​sucha goonylookin ​mob o' ​fosteringslobs?​ All set for the big w.a. classic, ​eh?" 
 + 
 +"​Ah! ​The Admiral,"​ chorused a number of voices. 
 + 
 +"​Cumminout ​abit, arncher?"​ called Snow. "Who let you off the string for the weekend? Or do you hafterbe back before tomorrow night?"​ 
 + 
 +"​I'​ll ​ignore that uncouth thrust,"​ replied the newcomer. ​"​But ​how about you goons movinup and making a spot of room, ehI'​d ​string the lottaya ​from the yardarm, so help me." 
 + 
 +They made room for him and we were introduced by Digby. "Nino - meet the Admiral. Admiral - meet Nino. Alpini and all that. The Matterhorn, the Wetterhorn, the Drierhorn..." 
 + 
 +"​And ​Jungfraus!" ​interrupted ​two or three of the others. 
 + 
 +When they began to talk animatedly ​and somewhat ​loudly among themselves ​in their peculiar un-English ​way, I got from my pack the map which I had purchased ​and looked for the mountain ​we should climb. I soon found Katoomba, and than Mt. Cloudmaker. They seemed ​much too far apart for a weekend'​s hiking. I measured ​off the distance by the scale in miles and mentally ​converted it to kilos. Perhaps I would appreciate the lightness of my pack after all; in the Alpini we did not attempt such distances, ​even on skis. 
 + 
 +"​Digby,"​ I said during a lull in the uproar, "​Perhaps you would be so kind as to show me on the map what the expedition ​will be like?" 
 + 
 +"Sure thing, Nino. We start off at Katoomba, ​here. Have a noggin or two at the good old A.B.; roadbash out to The Causewayhere; then a burn along The Neck; hit the sacks at Glen Raphael; bit of a bush push on White Dog in the morning; spine-bash on the Cox for a while; and then, if we're still keen, we'll roar up over Cloudmaker ​and on to the Walls. ​Confidentially, though, The Admiral'​s up to his white antics ​already, so we'll probably finish up polishing off the grog on the Cox tomorrow and ambling slowly home up Nollio's for a session at the A.B.
 The others murmured in obvious approval at this last remark. The others murmured in obvious approval at this last remark.
-nYair, " said Show. Es only a pro spoctivo ​ ​Wouldn'​t ​wa nttc burnimoff + 
-' ​They would not want to burn ma off. I was still pondering this statomort ​when tho train arrivod ​at Katoomba and wo gathered on the platform ​out side the carriage ​ Wo wore onvoloped ​in a soupy fog which the dim lights of tho station all but failed to ponotrato.0 +"Yair, " said Snow"Es only a prospective. ​ ​Wouldn'​t ​wan to burnimoff." 
-As the rest of us moved toward the exit, the individual called The Admiral was frantically rummaging in his rue sac and calling out, miloyi ​Wait for me' ​you lotta goons. Think you're gonna steal a march on me in the race to tho A.B., eh? Ahl hero it is. Thought I'd lost mo ticket and might hafta do a bit of fast talking. ​Quito outa practice at that since I got hookod." + 
-Ho coma pounding ​aftor us. Suddonly wo wore halted by Jim Brown: I say, you follows. Does anyone belong to that pack back thante?m +They would not want to burn me off. I was still pondering this statement ​when the train arrived ​at Katoomba and we gathered on the platform ​outside ​the carriage. We were enveloped ​in a soupy fog which the dim lights of the station all but failed to penetrate. 
-E + 
-WO looked back and indood ​there was a solitary ​rue sac on tho platforms +As the rest of us moved toward the exit, the individual called The Admiral was frantically rummaging in his rucsac ​and calling out, "​Hey! ​Wait for meyou lotta goons. Think you're gonna steal a march on me in the race to the A.B., eh? Ah! here it is. Thought I'd lost me ticket and might hafta do a bit of fast talking. ​Quite outa practice at that since I got hooked." 
-"Now, there'​s a man with "​Probably got a room booked at tho luxurious white ant classic of all Nino? - hall, no. Hey i Whoro'​ssense,"​ said the one callod Colputt. ​Carrington and intends doing tho most + 
-time. New, who could it boNick? J.314? Digby?"​ +He came pounding ​after us. Suddenly we were halted by Jim Brown: I say, you fellows. Does anyone belong to that pack back there?" 
-A dozen voices babbled at once and the one named Geoff, the wag, was saying, "Now, just what sort of a Charlie is I5ading this trip? Can't even + 
-(CONTINUED rlicr 22) +We looked back and indeed ​there was a solitary ​rucsac ​on the platform. 
-17+ 
-RUGGED WALKING IN TASMA.NIA+"Now, there'​s a man with sense,"​ said the one called Colputt. ​"​Probably got a room booked at the Carrington and intends doing the most luxurious white ant classic of all time. Now, who could it beMick? J.B.Nino? - hell, no. Hey! Where'​s ​Digby?"​ 
 + 
 +A dozen voices babbled at once and the one named Geoff, the wag, was saying, "Now, just what sort of a Charlie is I5ading this trip? Can't even keep with us as far as the A.B. Just how'll he be in the dogs tomorrow when we start to stretch the legs?" 
 + 
 +In the midst of the babel, Digby appeared from the direction of the other end of the platform with a satisfied look on his face; and to a chorus of remarks which, to my ears at least, sounded quite insulting, blandly enquired, "Well, how're we doing, men? All set for a noggin at the good old A.B.? Or d'you reckon we ought to bash on out to the Glen?" The answers were quite expressive - and understandable even by me. We would be knockin'​ at the A.B
 + 
 +I began to wonder if we would ever see this Mount Cloudmaker; but by now I was learning a patience quite foreign to my northern temperamentWhat if we failed to climb the mountain? At least my vocabulary would be much enriched. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Rugged Walking In Tasmania. ===== 
 - Heather Joyce - Heather Joyce
 +
 Many people have asked me to tell them of our trip to Tasmania and of all the difficulties that befell us whilst walking in the roughest country in the world, so let me tell you of some of our more intrepid adventures. Many people have asked me to tell them of our trip to Tasmania and of all the difficulties that befell us whilst walking in the roughest country in the world, so let me tell you of some of our more intrepid adventures.
-Leaving Hobart we were farewelled by our friends, who wished us luck and good weather, and for a while everything went well and according to plan. Our transport took us through the suburbs and out to the more interesting surrounding country areas. About 30 miles out of Hobart we stopped for a lightmeal and there our troubles started. We found ourselves in what was surely the loneliest part of Tasmania and certainly the quietest and most unfrequented. From our maps we could see which way we should go, but how to get there was the problem; after a brief conference the party split into two groups and moved off separately in an attempt to solve the dilemma. + 
-It must have been three-quarters of an hour of slow walking with frequent stops for rests before help arrived - a car was approaching ​At last our trip up the East Goast was no longer without hitches - hero was an actual ​bitch+Leaving Hobart we were farewelled by our friends, who wished us luck and good weather, and for a while everything went well and according to plan. Our transport took us through the suburbs and out to the more interesting surrounding country areas. About 30 miles out of Hobart we stopped for a light meal and there our troubles started. We found ourselves in what was surely the loneliest part of Tasmania and certainly the quietest and most unfrequented. From our maps we could see which way we should go, but how to get there was the problem; after a brief conference the party split into two groups and moved off separately in an attempt to solve the dilemma. 
-Snow and I thumbed frantically and yes, the cars vintage ​129 era so older than tho Renault, ground to a stOp for us. Thankfully ​wo piled in - no great need to worry about pack frames on this  car' s boat horwork ​- and rested from our strenuous walking. And soon there was the rest of our party still on the track, Mick Peryman standing with an appealing smile on his face, hopefully moving a thumb. I replied, with a somewhat different gesture, but our car driver, good Samaritan that he was, decided there was room for one more. And so there was. Well, almost. + 
-At the next road junction we got a quick hitch on a dirt lorry for a mile or so, arid then we had a long rest near the top of a range where there was a fallen log in the shade of a tree and a good uphill stretch of road on which to play a game of Hflyil ​until a festering car came by, scattering our sticks and not even stopping to offer us a lift* +It must have been three-quarters of an hour of slow walking with frequent stops for rests before help arrived - a car was approachingAt last our trip up the East Coast was no longer without hitches - here was an actual ​hitch. 
-So, once more we had to face reality and get back to Let 240 tell you, it was a tough trip and I've slides to prove it. + 
-I won't bore you with all the painful details of our tour, but like all Tasmanian walking, it isn't the mileage but the rate that counts, and our pa cc was very slow indeed and in short bursts with long rests between each stretch. +Snow and I thumbed frantically and yes, the car, vintage ​'​29 ​era so older than the Renault, ground to a stop for us. Thankfully ​we piled in - no great need to worry about pack frames on this car'​s ​leatherwork ​- and rested from our strenuous walking. And soon there was the rest of our party still on the track, Mick Peryman standing with an appealing smile on his face, hopefully moving a thumb. I replied, with a somewhat different gesture, but our car driver, good Samaritan that he was, decided there was room for one more. And so there was. Well, almost. 
-NOT was our making camp an easy thing to accomplish - Duncan will agree with me here when I say that getting a tent up in Tasmania is a long job involving great skill and patience. So, for example, at Triabunna we had to cunningly pitch our tent behind the only patch of bush in such a manner as to hide it from the oyes of the local constabulary. Or at St. Helens, where we were unable to persuade the camp ranger that wo should spend the night in the Youth Hostel and where that same ligentlemann ​generously gave us the choice of two adjoining campsites of some twenty foot in this camping area of ? acres. But never mind, the nreservedli ​notices of other unused campsites made good firewood. Or again at The Basin at Launceston ​whore we sneaked in the park gates after dark to avoid the ranger. + 
-18. +At the next road junction we got a quick hitch on a dirt lorry for a mile or so, and then we had a long rest near the top of a range where there was a fallen log in the shade of a tree and a good uphill stretch of road on which to play a game of "​fly" ​until a festering car came by, scattering our sticks and not even stopping to offer us a lift
-But at last our groat advanture ​was ended and we saw the great sides of the good ship wTaruna" loom above us. Now our waThing ​days wore over andwe could end our period of starvation by pestering our table steward for second helpings of eVory course on the menu (after allfor the past five days we had had to exist on meals of fresh fish and crayfish at 2/9 a pound). + 
-And the fact that we wore almost tossed out of the first class dining room 'of the "Tarunan ​just because we had no ties or long pants proved how dangerous and rugged can be a walking trip to Tasmania. +So, once more we had to face reality and get back to __walking__. ​Let me tell you, it was a tough trip and I've slides to prove it. 
-who'd be a walker- + 
-i was +I won't bore you with all the painful details of our tour, but like all Tasmanian walking, it isn't the mileage but the rate that counts, and our pace was very slow indeed and in short bursts with long rests between each stretch. 
-i was in the bushwalkers once + 
-they gave me a pack a rucsac +Nor was our making camp an easy thing to accomplish - Duncan will agree with me here when I say that getting a tent up in Tasmania is a long job involving great skill and patience. So, for example, at Triabunna we had to cunningly pitch our tent behind the only patch of bush in such a manner as to hide it from the eyes of the local constabulary. Or at St. Helens, where we were unable to persuade the camp ranger that we should spend the night in the Youth Hostel and where that same "​gentleman" ​generously gave us the choice of two adjoining campsites of some twenty foot in this camping area of ? acres. But never mind, the "​reserved" ​notices of other unused campsites made good firewood. Or again at The Basin at Launceston ​where we sneaked in the park gates after dark to avoid the ranger. 
-haversaa + 
-call it what you will they gave me one +But at last our great adventure ​was ended and we saw the great sides of the good ship "​Taruna" loom above us. Now our walking ​days were over and we could end our period of starvation by pestering our table steward for second helpings of every course on the menu (after allfor the past five days we had had to exist on meals of fresh fish and crayfish at 2/9 a pound). 
-quite new + 
-with a frame +And the fact that we were almost tossed out of the first class dining room of the "Taruna" ​just because we had no ties or long pants proved how dangerous and rugged can be a walking trip to Tasmania. 
-a present from the president + 
-the old fellows +---- 
-fdalked ​over 'mountains with theirs + 
-forded rivers +===== who'd be a walker ​===== 
-climbed cliffs + 
-camped at night +i was 
-and the president said jolly good show chaps + 
-that was the day i showed a prospective +i was in the bushwalkers once\\ 
-how to be +they gave me a pack\\ 
-a walker +a rucsac\\ 
-i put this pack on his back +haversac\\ 
-we wont on a marathon we came to a cliff +call it what you will\\ 
-take a Short cut i said he did +they gave me one\\ 
-he fell on his head the +quite new\\ 
-president +with a frame\\ 
- was +a present from the president\\ 
-genuinely+the old fellows\\ 
 +walked ​over mountains\\ 
 +with theirs\\ 
 +forded rivers\\ 
 +climbed cliffs\\ 
 +camped at night\\ 
 +and the president said\\ 
 +jolly good show chaps\\ 
 +that was the day i showed a prospective\\ 
 +how to be\\ 
 +a walker\\ 
 +i put this pack on his back\\ 
 +we went on a marathon\\ 
 +we came to a cliff\\ 
 +take a short cut i said\\ 
 +he did\\ 
 +he fell on his head\\ 
 +the\\ 
 +president\\ 
 +was\\ 
 +genuinely\\
 distressed. distressed.
-CORRIGENDUM + 
-In the February ​lime of our magazine a typographical error occurred +---- 
-on Page 14 where it was stated ​*Chat 54 of Prospective Members do not become members"​. This of course should read 56%. + 
-19.+=== Corrigendum. === 
 + 
 +In the February ​issue of our magazine a typographical error occurred on Page 14 where it was stated ​"that 56 1/2 of Prospective Members do not become members"​. This of course should read 56%. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Bushwalkers Are Tops===== 
 by a Special Correspondent. by a Special Correspondent.
-There are tushies ​who can do the hundred ​railer ​in a weekend. Some can do it eaxily ​in three daysMany could do it in four days.The lesser ​tushwalkors ​could make the hundred miles in _a gentle six day ;Aron (this includes morning and afternoon tea). You 'would only laugh if I told you that Lynn and I did it in nine diveIts true fellow bushiesWe are ashamed, but not wholly to blameIt is old Tess' ​feat+ 
-While travelling along an uncharted road in the deptha ​of a jungle in ,​darkevt ​Thailand, the rains (lame uninvited. When rain comes, the jungle roads 'are praatically ​impassable even to old Tess, our Land Rover. She received this name in W.A. It Is very lucky Tess received her name in good old Aussie land, otherwise the editor would ban it. Tesstrailer is called ​Indhykickaroolt, a corruption of a N. Z. town called ​11Whykickamoecown. Before carrying on with the jungle story I'd like to introduce the other members of the party. The organiser is Eric Edis, an Englishman, Angela McMahon and Louise Whitfeld, who are both Y.H.A. members and wish to become prospective S.B.W. members, and Bruce Russell of New Zealand. The trip is called ​nEdis Expedition!' ​bit stands corrected to'​.nEaters Expeditionn. No eaters ​expodition ​could leave Auatralia ​without representatives of S.B. Worshippers,​ and the Club is represented by Lynatte ​Baber and John BookluckAs a party we're terrific eaters. Boy, how 4te can eat* No. longer the Lordt Prayer, "Give us our daily bread",​ but in +There are bushies ​who can do the hundred ​miler in a weekend. Some can do it easily ​in three daysMany could do it in four days. The lesser ​bushwalkers ​could make the hundred miles in gentle six day stroll ​(this includes morning and afternoon tea). You would only laugh if I told you that Lynn and I did it in nine daysIt'​s ​true fellow bushiesWe are ashamed, but not wholly to blameIt is old Tess' ​fault. 
-give us our daily rice. Moenqt bushwalker quantities, but the way + 
-luddha ​likes to see his people eat it (three big helpings)We've eaten in fan types of dives in villages, towns, cities, exclusive night clubs (the author only in last-mentioned case) and also 14th jungle people and British +While travelling along an uncharted road in the depths ​of a jungle in darkest ​Thailand, the rains came uninvited. When rain comes, the jungle roads are practically ​impassable even to old Tess, our Land Rover. She received this name in W.A. It is very lucky Tess received her name in good old Aussie land, otherwise the editor would ban it. Tess' ​trailer is called ​"​Whykickaroo"​, a corruption of a N.Z. town called ​"​Whykickamopcow"​. Before carrying on with the jungle story I'd like to introduce the other members of the party. The organiser is Eric Edis, an Englishman, Angela McMahon and Louise Whitfeld, who are both Y.H.A. members and wish to become prospective S.B.W. members, and Bruce Russell of New Zealand. The trip is called ​"​Edis ​Expedition" ​bit stands corrected to "​Eaters Expedition"​. No eaters ​expedition ​could leave Australia ​without representatives of S.B. Worshippers,​ and the Club is represented by Lynette ​Baber and John BookluckAs a party we're terrific eaters. Boy, how we can eat. No longer the Lord'​s ​Prayer, "Give us our daily bread",​ but in lieu, give us our daily rice. Ricenot in bushwalker quantities, but the way Buddha ​likes to see his people eat it (three big helpings)We've eaten in all types of dives in villages, towns, cities, exclusive night clubs (the author only in last-mentioned case) and also with jungle people and British ​Embassies. We have eaten everything ​that grows or crawls - believe me, friends, ​it'​s ​wonderful ​pastime, and the S.B.W. should be proud of its representatives. 
-bassies. We have eaten ovorytt4rig ​that grogg or aratp g . believe me, friends, + 
-wenderflal ​pastime, and the $44114 Oil:411d betrblid f - repregontatives+Water it the only problem ​not washing but drinking water, which must be boiled. One Yark we met claimed he rinses his teeth in Pepsi Cola. 
-Water it the only problem ​ not washing butdrinking water, which must be boiled. One Yark we met claimed he rinses his teeth in Pepsi Cola. + 
-I had high hopes of being the first white man to travel from Singapore ​te London without a bath. Halfway through India my most cherished dreams ​wore shattered by an Englishwoman on a tea estate. +I had high hopes of being the first white man to travel from Singapore ​to London without a bath. Halfway through India my most cherished dreams ​were shattered by an Englishwoman on a tea estate. 
-"​You ​=et all take a bathe, she said.  + 
-nA hot one in a real bath tub?n. asked Lynette excitedly. ​'Yes," she replied modestly, ​!Who's first+"​You ​must all take a bathe, she said.  
 + 
 +"​A ​hot one in a real bath tub?" ​asked Lynette excitedly. 
 + 
 +"Yes," she replied modestly, ​"Who's first." 
 "​Don'​t argue girls,"​ I butted in sarcastically. "​Don'​t argue girls,"​ I butted in sarcastically.
-Then all -fingers pointed to 'me. "You' ​go fir Et  ​You haven'​t had one this trip."​ + 
-nI haven'​t a clean towell or "soap," I replied confidently. +Then all fingers pointed to me. "You go first. ​You haven'​t had one this trip."​ 
-nYoul.11 ​find aclean towell and soai6 handy. ​4ing for the boy if you need any other requirements."​ + 
-nut," I faltered, looking pleadingly at the girls, "​Remember I was soaked by a tropical downpour in the jungle for one week, surely ​7- it +'​I ​haven'​t a clean towell or soap," I replied confidently. 
-20.+ 
 +"​You'​ll ​find a clean towell and soap handy. ​Ring for the boy if you need any other requirements."​ 
 + 
 +"But," I faltered, looking pleadingly at the girls, "​Remember I was soaked by a tropical downpour in the jungle for one week, surely.... " 
 "That s not a bath," interrupted Louise. "That s not a bath," interrupted Louise.
-l'And that I a no excuse, ​ir added Lynette in terms most definit a+ 
-For a moment I he sit at ad, and t hen sulked off to t he bathroom. Five minutes later I stood staring at the draining tub. Three things have gone down that drain other than water - my jungle mud, including some Aussie dust my beeAtiful ​suntan and my wildest dream.+"And that'​s ​no excuse," ​added Lynette in terms most definite. 
 + 
 +For a moment I hesitated, and then sulked off to the bathroom. Five minutes later I stood staring at the draining tub. Three things have gone down that drain other than water - my jungle mud, including some Aussie dustmy beautiful ​suntan and my wildest dream. 
 Now to relate how we did the hundred miler in a Land Rover. First, the road must be well watered by a tropical downpour and second, the bridges rotten or already collapsed. When the road becomes saturated, it becomes boggy and bogs mean sticky business. Now to relate how we did the hundred miler in a Land Rover. First, the road must be well watered by a tropical downpour and second, the bridges rotten or already collapsed. When the road becomes saturated, it becomes boggy and bogs mean sticky business.
-I clearly remember Tess' first bog. It was only a little one. I was the culprit, all because of a movie which was to be staged, bit turned out to be a reality. Tess wasted no time in pulling out of that bog - only three quart srs of an hour. Some days old Tess averaged two to four miles per day, which included two or three bogs. Generally one before lunch and one before tea. Her one before tea was always at some goddamed forsaken place. Tess is a stubborn old girl when in the middle of a bog and refuses to budge. She's been pushed, pulled and jacked up. Dozens of jungle folk, Obang the elephant, bulldozers, lorries and brengun carriers have all pulled old Tess. The most amazing and quickest haul was by Co'​hang. At this point I seriously recommend that the club consider purchasing a couple of Elephants for jungle ​bushWaThing ​- they'​re terrific ​ The jungle folk wore characters. First, they would take up positions and if Tess sank deeper into the bog or our wheels ​wont through a bridge, they would all laugh. Eventually they wouldcome to the rescue. These people are very kind, simple and trusting. I could tell an experience of their hospitality that you would never believe. + 
-A jungle without leeches is like a man without a woman. I consider myself a leech expert as I've been bitten in all parts of N.S.W. and Victoria and slept with leeches in Tassie, but never have I seen one like the Thai leeches. In the water they appear like little black snakes. The villagers are scared of them - who wouldn'​t be, their length is between ​611 and 911. When they attach themselves it is a job to remove them. To add further to +I clearly remember Tess' first bog. It was only a little one. I was the culprit, all because of a movie which was to be staged, bit turned out to be a reality. Tess wasted no time in pulling out of that bog - only three quarters ​of an hour. Some days old Tess averaged two to four miles per day, which included two or three bogs. Generally one before lunch and one before tea. Her one before tea was always at some goddamed forsaken place. Tess is a stubborn old girl when in the middle of a bog and refuses to budge. She's been pushed, pulled and jacked up. Dozens of jungle folk, Chang the elephant, bulldozers, lorries and brengun carriers have all pulled old Tess. The most amazing and quickest haul was by Chang. At this point I seriously recommend that the club consider purchasing a couple of Elephants for jungle ​bushwalking ​- they'​re terrificThe jungle folk were characters. First, they would take up positions and if Tess sank deeper into the bog or our wheels ​went through a bridge, they would all laugh. Eventually they would come to the rescue. These people are very kind, simple and trusting. I could tell an experience of their hospitality that you would never believe. 
-our misery, ​sandilies ​- not just one or two, but dozens biting away to the tune of the William Tell Overture. Personally, I preferred the leeches and squelchy yellow mud. About two weeks after this episode, we wore all rewarded with jungle foot, which is similar to athlete'​s foot only ten times worse and accompanied by a maddening desire to scratch. It takes weeks to cure and there'​s ​ nothing like mosquitoes to add to One s discomfort. We also had our fair share of those. + 
-If To wasn't stuck in a bog, she was participating in a bridge crossing. One old bridge I was testing with my foot fell down and Eo did I. Being an engineer, I viewed the problem and made some calculations and speculations. Meanwhile, whilst diligently applying my theoretical knowledge, the jungle folk wore busy adding a few pieces of timber. Whilst in the middle of a calculation,​ I was rudely interrupted by Eric. +A jungle without leeches is like a man without a woman. I consider myself a leech expert as I've been bitten in all parts of N.S.W. and Victoria and slept with leeches in Tassie, but never have I seen one like the Thai leeches. In the water they appear like little black snakes. The villagers are scared of them - who wouldn'​t be, their length is between ​6" ​and 9". When they attach themselves it is a job to remove them. To add further to our misery, ​sandflies ​- not just one or two, but dozens biting away to the tune of the William Tell Overture. Personally, I preferred the leeches and squelchy yellow mud. About two weeks after this episode, we were all rewarded with jungle foot, which is similar to athlete'​s foot only ten times worse and accompanied by a maddening desire to scratch. It takes weeks to cure and there'​s nothing like mosquitoes to add to one's discomfort. We also had our fair share of those. 
-to you coming?'' ​Eric was on the other side of the,:bank rearing to + 
-go. +If Tess wasn't stuck in a bog, she was participating in a bridge crossing. One old bridge I was testing with my foot fell down and so did I. Being an engineer, I viewed the problem and made some calculations and speculations. Meanwhile, whilst diligently applying my theoretical knowledge, the jungle folk were busy adding a few pieces of timber. Whilst in the middle of a calculation,​ I was rudely interrupted by Eric. 
-FOR ALL YOUR TRANSPORT PRCBL.M CONTACT + 
-HATSVELL S TAXI & tOURt8T +"​Are ​you coming?" ​Eric was on the other side of the bank rearing to go. 
-RING, WRilh, WIRE or CALL + 
-ANY HOUR -DAY OR NIGHT +One thing is certain with my calculations - the average ​bushwalker ​who walks 15 miles per day (including morning and afternoon tea) would take 7 days approximately. 
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-One thing is certain with my calculations - the average ​budhwalker ​who walks 15 miles per day (including morning and afternoon tea) would take 7 days approximately.+
 Best wishes, Best wishes,
 +
 John Bookluck. John Bookluck.
-P.S. Busbies, Lynn and I agree there is no country like Aussie land for camping. Eric Edis, who is returning to England, says the best camps on the trip, in fact the best in his life, were in Australia and when an Englishman agrees, that's something to boast about. 
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-keep" with us as far as the A.B. Just howill he be in the dogs tomorrow when we start to stretch the legs?" 
-In the midst of the babel, Digby appeared from the direction of the other end of the platform with a satisfied look on his face; and to a chorus of remarks which, to my oars at least, sounded quite insulting, blandly enquired, 
-how're we doing, men? Al]. sot for a noggin at the good old A.B.? Or d'you reckon we ought to bash on out to the Glen?" The answers were quite expressive - and underst a,ndable even by me. We would be knockini at the A. B. 
-I began to wonder if wo would over see this Mount Oloudmaker; but by now I was learning a patience quite foreign to my northern temperament. What if 
-we failed to climb the mountain? At least my vocabulary would be much enriched. 
-COUNTER MISAISN - Dung Khan 
-The page by Brian Harvey "THEY DID NOT mAKE IT" contains a few sensible suggestions swamped in much moralistic nonsense. Brian wags a finger at all whose walking activities do not fit into his own mould. About those who have a taste for material comfort he says, "The true walker has no other weekend vices" and, they are dissuaded by "the discovery that scrub bashing in the harsh sandstone country surrounding Sydney is not a Sunday school picnic with string bag and one cut lunch"​. 
-To the group whose taste is for longer walks than he cares to do, he says, "Just for a change, some leaders might put on official walks which prospectives could reasonably attend and not some super severe bash, which, boiled dew, is only a private walk for the leader'​s group of waning friends under the cloak of an official walk". 
-In walking tastes I belong to the latter group, and I am moved to defend myself. The members of this rather ill-defined group go only on those walks they think they will enjoy. This is because they believe walking is a recreation rather than a religion. The group contains personalities ranging from "​veterans"​ such as Paddy Pallin, who recently did a S.W. Tassy trip, to youngsters such as John Manning. It is incorrect to suggest that it is just a knot of cliquey friends. It may seem to Brian that walks marked with a name such as "Snow Brown" as loader must be "super severe bashes which no prospective could reasonably attend"​ but they are occasionally attended by Dot artlorts children ranging in age from eight to fourteen, and they attract a steady stream of new comers. Unlike the general run of prospective s, 56% of these do not desert ​ Most soon to become permanent and enthusiastic club members. In tho last couple of years now recruits have included Mick Elfick, Arthur Peters, Evelyn Esgato and Barry Higgins. The recent ill-fated S.W. Tasmanian party contained two prospectives,​ Mike Peryman and Karl Doherty. The group would, therefore, appear to successfully attract one class of prospective. 
-The other class, those who prefer easier walking, are not forgotten either, for the bash group harbors in its ranks three members, Frank Rigby, Brian Anderson and Bob Duncan, who are declared white arta and who, while enjoying hard trips themselves, will for the sake of prospoctives resort to any subterfuge to shorten and soften all walks on which they are engaged. 
-It would soon, therefore, that the (nub will be best propagated by a friendly attitude to new members and a diverse Walks Programme so that all may find somewhere a trip to their liking. 
  
 +P.S. Bushies, Lynn and I agree there is no country like Aussie land for camping. Eric Edis, who is returning to England, says the best camps on the trip, in fact the best in his life, were in Australia and when an Englishman agrees, that's something to boast about.
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 +=== Hatswell'​s Taxi and Tourist Service. ===
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 +For all your transport problems contact Hattswell'​s Taxi and Tourist Service. Ring, write, wire or call any hour, day or night.
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 +'​Phone:​ Blackheath W459 or W151. Booking Office - 4 doors from Gardner'​s Inn Hote1 (look for the neon sign.)
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 +Speedy 5 or 8 passenger cars available. Large or small parties catered for.
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 +Fares:
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 +  * Kanangra Walls - 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
 +  * Perry'​s Lookdown - 3/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
 +  * Jenolan State Forest - 20/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
 +  * Carlon'​s Farm - 10/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
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 +We will be pleased to quote other trips or special parties on application.
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 +=== Pictorial Illustrations. ===
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 +The Business Manager advises us that the Magazine finances are now in such a satisfactory state that we are able to resume the reproduction of black and white scenes, maps, etc. within reasonable quantity. Contributors are therefore invited to confer with the Editor with a view to enhancing their articles in this manner.
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 +===== Counter Mission. =====
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 +- Dung Khan.
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 +The page by Brian Harvey "They Did Not Make It" contains a few sensible suggestions swamped in much moralistic nonsense. Brian wags a finger at all whose walking activities do not fit into his own mould. About those who have a taste for material comfort he says, "The true walker has no other weekend vices" and, they are dissuaded by "the discovery that scrub bashing in the harsh sandstone country surrounding Sydney is not a Sunday school picnic with string bag and one cut lunch"​.
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 +To the group whose taste is for longer walks than he cares to do, he says, "Just for a change, some leaders might put on official walks which prospectives could reasonably attend and not some super severe bash, which, boiled down, is only a private walk for the leader'​s group of walking friends under the cloak of an official walk".
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 +In walking tastes I belong to the latter group, and I am moved to defend myself. The members of this rather ill-defined group go only on those walks they think they will enjoy. This is because they believe walking is a recreation rather than a religion. The group contains personalities ranging from "​veterans"​ such as Paddy Pallin, who recently did a S.W. Tassy trip, to youngsters such as John Manning. It is incorrect to suggest that it is just a knot of cliquey friends. It may seem to Brian that walks marked with a name such as "Snow Brown" as leader must be "super severe bashes which no prospective could reasonably attend"​ but they are occasionally attended by Dot Butler'​s children ranging in age from eight to fourteen, and they attract a steady stream of new comers. Unlike the general run of prospectives,​ 56% of these do not desert. Most seem to become permanent and enthusiastic club members. In the last couple of years now recruits have included Mick Elfick, Arthur Peters, Evelyn Esgate and Barry Higgins. The recent ill-fated S.W. Tasmanian party contained two prospectives,​ Mike Peryman and Karl Doherty. The group would, therefore, appear to successfully attract one class of prospective.
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 +The other class, those who prefer easier walking, are not forgotten either, for the bash group harbors in its ranks three members, Frank Rigby, Brian Anderson and Bob Duncan, who are declared white ants and who, while enjoying hard trips themselves, will for the sake of prospectives resort to any subterfuge to shorten and soften all walks on which they are engaged.
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 +It would soon, therefore, that the Club will be best propagated by a friendly attitude to new members and a diverse Walks Programme so that all may find somewhere a trip to their liking.
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