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TI-E SYDNEY- BUSHW A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, The N.S.W. Nurses' Association Rooms, “Northcote Building” , Reiby Place, Sydney. Box NO.4476 G.P.O., Sydney. 'Phons JW12+62 308 AUGUST 1 9 6 0 Price 1/ - Editor: Don Matthews, 33 Pomona Street, Reproduction: Denise Hull Pennanb Hills. lATJ3514 Sales & Subs.: Eileen Taylor Business Manager: Brian Harvey Typed by Jean Harvey Page 1…1. CONTIENTS
Federation Ball 1 Social Notes - Pam Bali= 2 The 1960 Walking Trial - M. licGrogcr 2 At Our July Meetins Alex Colby 3 TI Knighbley ts Farewell - Kath McKay 4 Letter to the Editor - Strom 6 Sanitarium Health Food,dvc,,rtis ement 7 Head Duo South - Carl Doherty 7 Hatswoll's Taxi & Tourist Service Advertisoment 9 Day Walks 11 The Vagabond - Clarice Morris 12 Paddy's Advertisement 13 Some Weekend Walks 14 Cradle Mountain - Lalze St. Clair Resorve - R. CrP,,–s 15 Flight to London - Ron KniEhtley 17 FEDEFUTION BALL. FRIDAY 23RD SEPTEMBER, 1960 8.30 p m. - 1.30 a m. AT PADDINGTON T0MTIFD17, TICIETS 21/-. TROPHY. FOR BEST DECORJ2TED TABLE. PROFITS TO S. & R. FUND. SOCIAL Norm. 2. Pamela Baker. AUGUST 17TH AUGUST 24TH Keith Renwick will Show more of his slides - this time of England and Iceland. “Living Gods and Women Merchants” will be the topic when Marie Byles talks and shows slides of the Burmese people. Supper will be served in the Clubroom. Debate. AUGUST 31ST SEPTEMBER 21ST The Royal_ Life Saving Society has agreed to bring along one or two films to supplement the talk, which will be on Water Safety. Supper will be available to members. SEPTEMBER 28TH Angela McMahon (one of the Landrover party who travelled with Lyn and Bookie) will show something of her travels: “Overland to India”. PMEMOIMM THE 1960 WALKING TRIAL. Malcolm McGregor. This year the trial to be held on the weekend September 16-17-18 will be in the Blue Mountains area as before. The one difference is that for this trial the organisers (me and me mates) will select a number of trips of varying mileage etc. and these will be sealed in envelopes. On the outside of each envelope the following details will appear. Mileage - Type of trip, e g. easy - very rough - B—y Impossible etc. The starting point, e g. Train to Blackheath, car to Jenolan. The names of the maps covering the area of the trip. At the General Meeting before the above weekend all the envelopes will be available for selection by the participants. There will be several trips in each type say six each of 10, 20, 30, 40 miles to choose from. That this amounts t/c is that you don't know where you are going until you open the envelope. At this same meeting a sheet with the handicaps for all the trips will be sealed. This will be opened When all parties have checked in on the Saturday night. The finish- ing point will be the gate at Carlon's, at the junction of Galong Creek and Green Gully Creek. Remember to check in as soon as you arrive for each minute will count in one way or another in the adjustment of the results.
NEXT MONTH: “Shale Mining Near Katoomba”. An account of the history of mining under Narrow Neck, by John Lux-ton. 3. AT OUR JULY NMTINa. Our meeting commenced without a President and with apologies from both Vice- Presidents. The Presidential vacuum was filled by ex-President Jim Brawn, who carried on until history was made by the election of Jack Gentle, the first ex- President to be re-elected to office. George Grey was elected Vice President in Jack Gentle's place. Two new members mere welcomed at the start of the meeting - Greg Grennan and Frank Rochka. Social Secretary Pain. Baker surveyed both past and future in her monthly report. The dance had been a social and financial success, resujting in a profit of 11/9d. So had been the night at the Royal Theatre, when 53 had come to see the Spanish Dancers and yielded a surplus of el. 5. 6d. The only loss was 4/- on supper in the Clubroom. Pam gave us the good news that Professor Griffith Taylor will be coming to give us another lecture in October - the subject “South with Scott in 1913”. She hoped to be able to arrange a theatre evening to see “My Fair Lady”. Frank Ashdown offered the thanks of members to Pam far a very happy evening at the Spanish dances, but thought it was unfair that she should have to bear all the expense of the tickets herself until members paid up. There were some financial difficulties in making an advance for the purpose, so, on a motion by Brian Harvey, it was referred to the committee. .Hath BroWn expressed appreciation of the report on past as well as future social events, and hoped we should continue to hear the financial results of our pleasures. Snow Brown told us that the Federation was (once again) considering the production of a Federation Annual. It had been ascertained tipt it would be a reasonable financial proposition. A. production manager had been secured, and there were hopes of an editor from the S.B.W. The matter was put to the vote and all except one favoured the publication of an annual. Walks Secretary Eric Adcock:told us that: although he hdd reports on only -5 of the 9 walks in June, they bad been attended by 68 persons, including 38 members. Nearly 3 times as many had attended the Harvey's camp fire to farewell Ron Ehightley. Kath Brown expressed our thanks to the Harveys for making possible this very enjoyable evening. After some words from Frank:Ashdown on the desirability of helping Church organisations mho formed bushwalking clubs, and sometimes got into difficulties in the bush, the meeting closed, leaving the Club complete with a President and Vice- Presidents, at 7 minutes to 9. THE LATEST THING - ski-ing types held a Silicorae party at Lyndsey Gray's home recently. About 8 gallons of Silicone solution were 6onsumed in proofing (or so they hope) a wide vnriety of gear. Superiority or otherwise over old fashioned but effective methods should be known in a few week's time. THE KNIGHTLEr'S FAREWELL. On July 2nd the Sydney Bush. Walkers said goodbye to their President, Ron Knightley, his -wife Dorothy and their two children, Sharon 'and Stephen. They are being sent to England for a year or two by Ron's employers. They bad very Short, notice of departure, but with their usual efficiency, let their house, sold their car, and are all rearing to go. Dorothy and the children leave by ship, the “Strathmore”, on July 7th, and Ron by air on 8th. Of this more anon. To let their friends have a last word with them, Brian and Jean Harvey, ever ready - like a famous brand of torch battery - staged a super farewell party in their beautiful garden. They had some misgivings about holding a reunion in the depths of winter, but the camp-fire, fed by Brian's seemingly inexhaustible supply of log, was magnificent, and the chancy weather was kind. The night Was still and starlit, and there was a young moon. Tongues wagged as only the tongues,of bushwalkers can, and a meal did not baulk conversation one whit. A barbedue fireplace was provided for those who wished to grill, and The House supplied huge pots of tea. As darkness fell, an arc light fixed on a tall tree stump (festooned with what must be a glory of wisteria in its season) lit up the faces of the assembled multitude, seated by companies on the sloping grass. Between 150 and 160 souls, Brian estimated the gathoring, and the numbers of children were quite bewildering. He welcomed many old members, making special mention of Ray and Peter Page - “walked all the way from Jamberoo” - and of Tarro, the evergreen, born 1878 and still going strong. Paddy Pallin began the concert by conducting us in the traditional “Fires Burring” and other old favourites, (“Wonderful to be able to see you all” he said, commenting on the bright light. “I can't; usually, at camp-fires”.) and later led a score of littleys in kindergarten songs, himself the biggest child of them all. With words unfailing, boundless energy and infectious enthusiasm (“Just a moment while I peel off a layer or two so that the tonsils can work”) he had the children all hopping and gesticulating by the cheery camp-fire, a charming picture with their bright woollies and equally bright faces. Gil Webb conducted us too, Eric Roman sang, and there were sketches by the gifted male chorus. There was a highly successful repeat of a Christmas opera concerning the ill-tempered Mayor of Yerranderie, the So-long Caves and the Tfoggy Troggy Crewrof speliologists. But the item that brought down the house was one specially written for the departing President. Clasping the Bone of Office and wrapped in unassailable dignity and a warm winter dressing gown, he took his stand beside a row of gentlemen well-known in the club. Malcolm McGregor read a short history of the tribe (bushwalkars) whose representatives they were, pausing now and then so that they might tell us in their own words what had occurred. They spoke no English, but each, as occasion required it, uttered the single syllable: “Ug:” Jim Brown, script in hand, scurried about from one to the other, interpreting and explaining this mystic word, and even the audience, called on to give three cheers: shouted 'Lig, ug, ug:“ The only time that Jim was at a loss for an interpretation was then a former president, Rough (Jack Gentle) handed Daily (Ron Kmdghtley) a glass of liquid with the admonition: “Ug:”, translated by Jim as: “This will put hair on your chest!” Daily downed it and said emphatically: “Ug:” “This” said Jim “is untranslatable. It means simply: Ugl” 5. So the joyous evening drew to a close, and the time came for us to charge our mugs (with hard Liquor, once again on The House) arri wish the guests of honour a happy voyage. In reply to the toast, Ron said he was looking forward to England and should have a good time there. He calculated that there -would be nearly five weeks before the wife arrived, and Paris was very close and one could easily fly over for the weekend. Incidentally, When booking passages he had gone into a shipping office and explained that he was leaving by air on July Sth, and could they give the wife and children berths in a ship sailing thortly beforehand. The clerk replied yes, they could fix that up: there was the “Strathmore”, sailing on the 7th, and the lurk was to take the kids along to the nursery, dump them there and forget about, them. You could then go off to the swimming pool etc. and have a good time Far self. “Tell me” said the clerk, struck by a sud den th aigbb “about this wife Is she a good-looker?” “Oh, not bad” Said Ron cautiously. “Well” said the clerk confid entially “you want to watch out, brcther” So,- Ron CD naludeds he and Dorothy had mutual agreement: No Questions Asked. We an sang For They Are Jolly Good Fellows, Jack Gentle voiced our thanks to the hospitable Harveys, and drops of rain descended as the meeting broke up, a little early, but everyone well content. RCCK CLDEIM IMTRUCTIONAL, AMUST 13-1/4 Blackheath - Blue Gum Lockley ts Pylon - Mt. Hay - Leura. Basic instruction in SAFE rock cl imbi ng methods. Comfortable camping in Bits Gum Forest. Leader: Colin Putt. Map: Katooraba Military. ramreelmam. AUGUST 19-20-21 Mittagong - car to Joadja Creek area - Wingesarribee River - Wollondilly River - The Batterie a - ViTingecarribee River - Mittagong. The middle Wingecarribee is pleasart and opal, bat the lower six miles are non,-stop rock hopping: some spectacular narrows in this lower gisnite gorge. The Wollondilly is a pleasant change (on Sunday), followed by a 1200 ft. ascent, a plateau crossing and a 800 ft. drop back into the Wingecarribee. Expect mile an hour going on the lower Wingecarribee. If owners of private transport propose going on trip, early advice will be appreciated, to sim-olify arrarEement s. Otherwise please
contact leader. Leader: Jim Brown. Map: Mittagong Military. 6. LETTER TO FrIE L,DITOR. 3 Coopernook Avenue, Gymea Bay. July 17th, 1960. Dear Editor, I read in the July Edition of your notable publication of Alex Colley 's trip to the land “Just Beyond the Bulldozers”. Alex and his fric nds were impressed with the high quantity of natural values which the land held, with the wildlife and with the spiritual refreshment7.uhich the waterways, wide heaths and colourful shoreline endowed upon them. And so they thoUld: fa this land is the Ladgee Fa y..t, dedicated to the “preservation, care, Fropagation and study of fauna” - all 28,000 acres; Now I wonder thy Alex didn't stress that Point? To an ardent campaigner for Nature Conservation as I understand Alex to be, I would have thought this was the opportunity of opportunities - stressing how jubilant we d-lould be to know that Nadgee is now held in perpetuity fcr the conservation of fauna and the natural environments in thich they live. Perhaps he could have also stressed the responsibility that each and everyone of us - bushwalkers more -than most - have to ensure its proper managertent Here is a n-ost opportune time to stir the laLcard and the selfish plea e seeking rambler by saying: “This place of beauty will not survive fcrr tomorrow's children unless ya l. and I are vigilant and active for nature conservation!” Then in his last paragraph Alex adopts a line I find most abhorrent. He says that Nadgee is “too good” to stay as it is and “if you want to see the last bit of natural coast, go soon”. Perhaps I can be forgiven for suspecting that there is a feeling of “get in for yaw cut, thilst the going is good” or “to hell with those tho cone after us”. The whole story of most litho enjoy the bIshlends has been unfortunately, to forget their responsibility to the bush which e ave -them enjoyment. Faunal Reserves are public lands and they belong to the people as a whole. Therefore the people :must have the right to use them - no one hes more right than any other - ropLided any user agrees to male his use fit the purpose of the Reserve. The only way in which to ersure tha-b the Nadgee Faunal Reserve shall remain as Alex found it, is to have adequate and effic ient, management located “on the spot”, and” screening“ those who would seek to enjoy the rata- al val.]. es which Reserve possesses. This means manpower and money. To get npower and money, the people of thLs State must be loud in the ir claims and pressures on the Goverment. Will your readers help? How happy will Alex and his friends be about being “screened” sometime? (Sgd.) Allen A. Strom. 7. HEAD DIE SUOTH. - Carl Doherty. Following Snow Brown losing his party on the Wolgan last year the requests for anob her weh trip were so great that it was agreed to make it an annual evert. This year the “Let's get lost on the Wolgan” was led by that master of incompetence and. burgling, one Robert A. Duncan. A harbinger of things to come occurred the preceding Wedrpsday night when Duncan took an hour to arrarge the 'seating of eleven people in three cars. He did however give us a detailed briefing, the irain points being”- a total distal-De of 30-35 miles, days distances to 025 of a mile, a constant, pace would be set, walking would commence at 6 a m. and if necessary he would use force to ma inbain the schedu le. We reached Newnes at 1 a m, and the troable started. My four “lady” passengers thaght it unnecessary to pitch the tenb arrl were debating who would sleep in the car and whop would sleep under the tent. As it may have lasted all nighb and they were nob considering accommodatirg me either in the car or the tent I solved their problem - I locked the text in the boot and took possession cf the back seat leaving them to choose a suitable tree for shelter. First light found our illustrious leader ringing an electric bell in cur ears. The effect on Helen Barrett was to cause her to say “Answer that 'phone, someone”, revolve once, and continue her slumber. PRUNES AND DATES DRIED FEARS JUICY WALTH RAISINS HAZ-7,NUTS RICE TERRY'S YDE CASHEWS NEKPORT ROLLS PEANUT CRISPS FOR THE FOODLIST HAVE YOU TRIED SULTANAS IN YOUR HO OATS - THEY'RE GREAT 13 HUNTER ST SYDNEY. SW 1725. HEALTH FOOD SHOP 131AVE SWE tr:, GETARIAN CAFE ONE)/ BY TARIM AN/Alt-LIGE OF OUR. “SPECIALT WATCH OUR HUNT 017 STREET WINDOWS - THIS ME THE SPECIAL IS - At Eight, somewhat behind schedule, the leader headed downstream thilst George Grey headed upstream. These differences of opinion with respect to navigation E. became the prime feattre of our attempts to get lost. That the party led by Snow had only reached Annie Rowan's clearing on the fir at day, a distance of four miles, was to quote the Duncan - “not only dLsgu sting but absurd also. see that my party reaches Bullring Creek by dusk”. By nine the ruins were reached and a pleasant hour was spent playing boats and sunbaking in an open tank on the roof of the candle factory. Eventually we moved on but we covered barely half a mile when we cam upon a bushfire. With a little enc our agement fran Heather, our conservation spirit pervaded us, so we downed backs and set to. All our efforts to extinguit. one -tree were in vain until Dot threw earth. over it. What a predicament - contrary to The Club s rule we had extinguished a fire with dirt. Should we waive the rule or set all on fire again? Fortunately our problem was solved by Snow bringLng a buclet of water from the creek. Eleven thirty saw the fire and. our schedule out sp we pressed on. The delqv was obviously causing the leader great concern far upon reaching the mine he promptly dropped his pack and led off down the tunrel. Our inspection took but half an hour and thereafter we had great difficulty restraining Bob from roaming off towards every likely looldng ruin. Even before lunch it was obvious to all that Lyndsey's leg injury was causing her considerable trouble and sub sequently the party's speed would have to be reduced. A fire effort was made by all but due to olr inspecting, exploring, sunbaking, firefighting, ambling and rnTribling we managed to reach Arnie Rowan's in time to camp, thus giving a repeat perfcrmarre of Snow's trip. The spirits of most were high and humour was not lacking, in fact Heather's remarks were rather astounding. Late in the evening Snow, from his sleeping bag, suggested a brew but the water buckets were empty. As usual the girls looked to the male members who to a man refused the task on the grounds that the vomen were lighter on their feet, thus more surefooted in the dark, and it viould be safer for them to go. Even Heather 's eloquent though ambiguou s appe als failed to inspire the men and finally Lola took up the cha llenge On Sunday morning Bob decided to curtail the walk somewhat by leading up the first likely creek downstream. On the assurance of Snow and another authority that “once above the cliff line -the plateau beyond is as flat as a table” Lyndsey was encar aged to continue. The creek turned into a chimney and the view from the top was spectacular both down the valley and over the “plateau”, In fact the “plateau” was not quite as flat as had been described - as far as the eye could see it was dissected by deep ravines and canyons ikhich seemed to follow no set drainage pattern. As a second boost to our morale Bob promptly led off along a ridge which ended abruptly on the brink of a cliff line. After playing mountain goats for several hoz s we reached a ridge which looked very promising. Poor Bob was rather dismayed when he realised -that the beautiful deep valley to the west -which he was admiring was Annie Rowan's Creek, and it now seemed that the odds were in favour of it developing into a four day trip. We walked this dry and uninteresting ridge until we reached a swainp at an opportune time for lunch. Heather, Snow, Gea ge and myself took the rearguard that afternoon and soon dropped well behind owing to Snow and George insisting on leading off down side spurs, and their peculiar habit of stopping every now and. again to eat waratah seeds. The Mount Cameron track was located after much wandering along the ridge and we overhauled the main carty at dusk. The campsite was in a shallow saddle well El-ieltered and with no chance of anyone drowning as there was no water within a mile. Rona and Dot devoured -their leg of nut ton - I do not say devoured without justification. Their method, which is rather uniqae, consists of ramming a stake through a pre-cooked leg and throwing it in the fire until it gets hot or you get impatient. Having removed it from the fire it is held by the stake and the thin end of the leg and revolved until a 9. section appears which looks hot enough, smells a2right, or can be torn apart without the nose obstructing the work of devairing it. It is passed from MS to the other arra heated as frequently as required. Another innovation was a Mellah making competition -thich for coagulation was won by Gwen Seach and for flavour by Heather. In order to get a flying start the following morning we rolled in rather early. The flying start wasn't even a flutter as it was. seven before anyone stirred. Accce ding to Duncan's ten mile s to the inch, 250' contoured, “guess where you are” map it was a good fifteen miles walk and with no improvement in Lyndsey it showed promise of being quite a day. Lyndsey decided to leave early and aSked Bob for directions. Bob looked at the map, looked to the heavens, looked at Lyridsey and said “Follow the- track till you reach the pim forest and then bead diz South”. Away went'Lyndsey and ten minutes later Helm received the sane instructions and folloWed. She wa's soon pursued by Gwen and Lola, twenty minutes later Bob and the Butler 's set off, and another twerty saw the rearguard under way. Alorg the track a few miles we cam upon a recently vacated campsite ithich we assumed to be that of several stockmen we had met the previous day. We reached a road junction at the edge of the pine forest as Du rran's group were disappearing over a crest in a scutl-erly directicn. On the road was scratched the message “PARTY 3” and an arrow indicating the soilth road. There was some cbubt as to whether this meant Bob's party or the third party, Gwen and Lola, but as all recent footprirt s had gore that way Snow was quick to take the opportunity to make an original move so he immediately led off at right angles. Fifteen minutes later we reacle d the old railway. The lack of footprint s was eviderre that the rearguard was nay the vanguard and thi s fact afforded Snow considerable amusement. I argued that we were heading the wrong way bit before he cculd rearrange my sense of direction we heard dogs ba rki ng in a copse on the far side of the railway loop.. Our calls were answered by a whoop so we FOR ALL YOUR TRANSPORT FROM BLACKEZATH CONTACT HATSMI'S TAXI & TOURIST SMVME RIM, MITE, WIRE OR CAT,T, ANY KIR - DAY OR NIGHT 'PHONE: Blackl-B ath W459 or 1151 BOOKING CFFICE: 24. doors from GardrBr s Lan Hotel (LOOK FOR TIE NEON SIGN) SPEEDY 5 or 8 PASSEMER, CARS AVAILABLE LARGE OR SMALL PARTIES CATERED FOR PERRY'S Loon anr 3/. JENOLAN STATE FOREST 20/7.: ' CARLON'S FARM 10/- ” FARES: KANABBRA WALLS 30/- per head (minimum 5 passergers) !! t 1 11 71 11 TIM IlITTLL BE PLEASED TO CV OTE TRIPS OR SPECIAL PTIES ON APPLICATION. 10. -wafted instead of leavirg a message and heading for the cars as Snow intended. Limping around the loop, accompanied by Gwen and Lola, care. Lyndsey. A quick mental check indicated that Helen had strayed. The stocknen offered Lyndsey a ride from their camp to the road, thich accept ad, but before they moved off Helen caught them up and the position was explained to her. Thinking the would soon be overtaken by the hcrses Helen continued on but the stockmen were rather slow to break map and Lola and Gwen reached the camp before they had moved, were told of the offer to Lyndsey and went ahead also. The minted party soon caught up to the two girls bat had not sighted Helen by time they reached the pine forest junction and a glance at the road was enaigh to thow that Helen was still travelling south at a fair turn of speed. They followed, reaching the railway road just in time to see Helen vanish at high speed, still on a course due inuth, towards the Lithgow slag heap. Om of the stockmen and a couple of dcgs took off to round up Helen -while the other s were given correct, directions to find Names. More barldng from the dogs in the timber, more yelling from us and round the hill came Duncan and the Butlers so we waited a little lorger. He had seen the sign on the road and followed in order to be within a day's walk of the girls and upon reaching the road was given instructions by the obliging stocknen tho also assured him that they would tale care of Helen. Duncan had not fi nithed his tale then Helen care trotting around the hill. She stumbled up to the group and looking Duncan straight in the face said “It just go e s to prove that you cannot estimate a person's intelligence”. Everyone laughed but upon enquiry I discovered tha-b no one was quite sure wheti-er she was referring to Duncan or herself To the indignant westions as to thy he had ordered a south route instead of a westerly one he replied: “With you girls wanting to go running off before bird chirp you can't expect a man to have full command of hLs faculties - now, had I said east arid then 180 out that -viculd have been unwarranted but at that hour a sligit error was per mis sible” 111-e order of march was now reversed - the idea being to reach Newnes, bring the cars up and so save Lyndsey the last four miles walk. On DDt's request a member of the Catholic Bushwalkers tho had his car at the tunnel, drove back and brcught Lyndsey down to inspect the tunnel after which he drove ha' out to Bell. We lunched on the valley side of the tunnel and then walked down the line until we reached the road leading to the farm. Dot demonstrated her maternal responsibility in an unusual may From the time we left the pine forest she clearly marked our way with large arrows muttering as she drew tl-em “You can trubt Duncan, he td go astray anywhere”. Curiosity gaining the upper hard we asked -why her interest in Bob. “Well,” answered Dab, constrtrting a great timber arrow pointing towards the valley “Rona is with him and I don't want her to miss school tomorrow”. A lift to the pub spared us the last four ml J as roadbash also and speeded up our move out. With the exception of my oar taking a rest on the steepest part of the road out and holding up half a dozen cars the run to Katoomba was uneventful. On July 20th Malcolm McGregor and Jim Brown kept the full haase chuckling with some rare story-telling, and followed up with a demonstration of an Electronic Brain designed to alas sify walkers into levels of competerr e or hopelessness. Some unwilling “assistance from raem bers of the audience, cunningly devised machinery with its knobs, light s, buzzers, bells and -whatnot s , and some hilarious results from wrong knob pulling rcunded off an enjoyable evening. DAY WALKS. 11. AUGUST i4 AUGUST 21 SEP-2ELBER AMUST 28 Parramatta - bus to Rouse Hill - Cattai Creek - Vineyard Station. NOTE:, Owing to time-table alterations train will now leave Central Electric Station for Parramabta direct at 8.9 aim. Bus will leave Parramatta Station at 9.0 a m. Leader: David Ingram. Waterfall - Uloola Falls - Heathccte. 8 miles. 8.20 a m. electric train Central to Sutherland. CHANGE at SUTHERLAND for rail motor to Waterfall. Tide t s: Return to Waterfall at about 6/-. The walk will bel all track walking and easy. New members and visitors will be very welcome. TI-B leader is rarely able to come into the Club. For artr further infornation, ring him at LB6/95 (most evenings. Maps: Port Hacking Military Port Hacking or National Park Tourist. Leader: Clam Hallstrom. Berowra - Wara-bah Bay - boat to Long Trig - Roach Trig - Cowan Trig - Torrey Hills. 10 miles. 8.15 a m. Gosfcrd train from Central Steam Station to Berowra. (Leaves Hornsby at 8.48 a m.) Tickets: Beromra single. Total fares about 11/-. The area in ar Long and Roach Trig a. is noted for thc: abundarr e of Iliad flowers growing there and is much recovered from the mauling it received from a buthfire some years ago. Map: Broken Bay Military. Hawkesbury River Tourist. Leader: David Ingram. Turramurra - bus to Bobbin Head - Cowan Creek - Cowan. 12 miles. 8.10 a m. electric train Central Turramurra via Bridge. 8.52 a m. bus Turramurra to Bcib bin Head. Tickets: Return to Cowan via Bridge at 6/2+, plus 1/11 bus fare. The first 5 mil es are track walking, -bln the pressure comes on. Fran Waratah Bay to the top of the escarpment is scratchy and rough. There is a very good set of aboriginal carvings in thi s vicinity, which it is hoped to locate. Should be same good wildflower specimenb. Maps: Broken Bay Military. Hawkesbuxy Tourist, Leader: Jack Perry. SEITEABER 18 GlEnbrook - Red Hand Cave - The Oaks - Glen-brook. 12 miles. 8.20 a m. Mt. Victcria train from Central Steam Station. Tickets: Glenbrook Return at 13/9d. An opportunity -to visit the Red Hand (aboriginal ceremonial) Cave and to do some map reading en mute to The Oaks (not to be confused with t1B village of the same name West of Camden). 4 miles scratchy country. Map: Liverpool Military. Leader: David Ingram. 12. THE VAGABOUD. - Clarice Morris. About twelve months ago While browsing in the basement of Tyrrel!s secondhand book:department for Australian. I care upon a faded brown book with the back:paper half off. The title “VAGABOND PAPERS!' intrigued me; so did the date 1876. When it was published by George Robertson, not yet associated with Angus, in 1877, it dbld for half-a-crown, now inflation and historic value have brought the price to 5/-. But its real value is worth far more than that because it gives insight into the mind of a man Who came out to 4ustralia in his own words “sick in body and rind, and broken in fortune”. He was one of the pathfinder's of the bushwalking tradition I feel. The alternatives of existence facing the Vagabond were to “raise money, or become in truth, a vagabond”. Perhaps it is straining a point to see this migrant from England, as a forerunner of ourselves; but when I read his words “I know that as I became a vagabond in appearance, I began to feel a vagabond in my nature”, I felt in sympathy with him. How often do we feel like that? Just recall the anxiety the females in our Club display about making themselves “respectable” on the homeward train trip. Our vagabond friend has symething to say about this too; *hen a person loses his carefully groomed (via the bathroom) appearance “he loses this and becomes shabby, experiences a moral degradation, and feels lowered in his own eyes.” Male buthwallmrs nowadays seem to have become emancipated from this moral decay, because the majority don't care how they look . it 's how they feel tha t counts. But the Vagabond is all with us when he examines the advantages of the vanderer. As he says “given good health, and the chance af getting amething to eat every daily, I don't think the vagabond, 'homeless, ragged and tanned' has such a bad time af it axing the simmer months”. This reminds me of John Bookluck, Who is at presenb walking through the Lakes District o2 England with Sheila Binns. If you recall John stalking wildflowers with a camera ready for the attack, you will appreciate not only oar friend the Vagabond, but see something familiar in John B's esenL mode of life. The Vagabond goes on to describe the pleasures of his life “tired and exhausted, to lie on your back, shade your face under a bush, and sleep soundly, Ahile the glorious sun roasted your limbs, that was real enjoyment”. Only a few days ago John said he was still continuing his wildflower photography, in the hedges. “When I get tired in the middle of the day, I lie down and have a nap” said John…“I'm getting very brown on the face and arms.” Even the Vagabond has to face the winter's night. It's fire to -suffer the excesses of hunger, thirst and fatigue, Which most of us are familiar with, enjoying the animal pleasures of life, but we dream of that hot bath and the hot meal at the end of the day or veekaad's walk. The Vagabond, by contrast, occasionally:: dreamed of being “clad in purple and fine linen”, of sleeping on a “couch of dave (pre-sleeping bag era) but when the rain, winds and sleet of Melbourne whistled round his thin shoes, he had to take refuge in the Model Lodging House - where a “It is a common axiom that the faster one goes the - less one sees. Things to please the eye, gladden the heart and stimulate the mind are seen by he or she who dares to take the time. “The pastime of bushwalking provides a happy compromise with the unseeing haste of the motorist and the intenso but static study of the naturalist. To the walker is given the change of scene with the time to see. By the very fact that the walker has to rely solely on the two legs with which nature blessed him, he is brought into close contact with the country in which he walks. “Yes, there is never a dull moment for he who wall:s, if he walks with his ears and eyes open.” (walk 1960. Because walklng builds hearty appetites we have something new far you. Individual serves of 't,stil r 14 NAIL 1114111kik Wig= Vegemite Apricot Jam Honey Raspberry Jam Mayonnaise Strawberry Jam Marmalade Tomato Sauce in a practical plastic disposable pack. Approximately 12” x 1” x i”. Take only what you need and save space and weight. 3d. each. 'Camping and ski gear pried list on request. PADDY PALLIN Lightweight camp Gear 201 CASTLEREAGH Si SYDNEY BM 2685 14. bed in a, dormitory could be obtained for sixpence a nit, in a room of four for ninepence. This somehow recalls tent life, for the Vagabond say s farewell on t1 following note: “Stretching out my arm, I could easily place my hand on ti-e forehead of -t1B ran in the next bed”. But our beds, our sleeping bags, are free – once you own one. Vale Vagabond. AILI-IBT 20-21 AUGUST 26-27-28 SOME 'WE= WALKS. Blackheath - Perry 's - Blue Gum - Grand Canyon - Blackheath. Car to Perry's Lookdovn. Views of Mts. Banks, HT-, etc. and Grose Valley. Steep 2000' descent to Blue Gum Forest. Camp in stand of beautiful Blue Gums. Easy creek walld ng to the start of the Grand Carryon. Steep ascent throug h the glens and past waterfall s and cascades. Map : Kat oomba Mi lit ary. Leader: Pam Bair. Blackheath - Carl on's - Breakfast Creek - Cs River - Black Dog - Narrow Neck - Katoomba. Track and rock hopping down Breakfast Creek. Fairly easy going along this delightful open section of the Cc's with crossings iscessary. Pass Kanangra River junction, Kowmung River junction - climb out via Black Dog spur (views up Ccx 'a River), Taro's ladder and Narrow Neck. Views from t1.- Neck of country traversed, of Central Blue Mountains area, Warragamba backwaters, Mt. Solitary. Maps: ltrles Dunphyt a Map of Garg erang s Jenolan Military. Leader: Roy Craggs. SEPTEIBER 9-10-11 Katoomba - Mt. Solitary - Korrowall Buttress - Cedar Creek - Kat o cmba.. Camp on Narrow Neck on Friday night. Then over Mt. Solitary and down the Buttress - steady nerves needed here - rope work possible if 'wanted. Pleasant camp on Cedar Creek. Rockh opping up t-I-B Creek on Sunday - waterfalls and cascades. Maps: Myles Dunphy's Map of Gargerargs Jenolan Mil itary. Leader: Jack Perry. SEPTEIBER, 10-11 Wild Flowers and Scenic Panoramas. Ferry to Manly - bus to Church Point, - Ferry to Lovett's Bay - Camp at Refuge Bay. Return to the Basin, ferry to Palm Beach. Medium Walking. Wild flowers galore. Views of Hawkesbury and Pitt-water. Map: Broken Bay Military. Leader: Edna Ga rrad. 15. CRADLE MOUNTAIN -LAKE ST. CLAIR RESERVE. Cor-r-tin377ed Roy Craggs. We left Narcissus at 8 a m. Tuesday Morning, choosing the easy lakeside track in preference to the trackithich climbs 2,000 ft. up Byron Gap in about three miles. On approaching the lake track a sna U button grass plai n is traversed, but the rargers had done a wonderful job of remov-ing the grass and placing logs- to walk on. You beaut” said your s truly and stepped forward boldly - right on to the flat of my back! The logs were nice and wet, as slippery as glass, and eurbended far a mere 100 yards ar so. Our party suffered mcre bruises and embarassment here than in the -tole of' the trip. Even our most levelheaded and stalwart comrade succumbed to these villainous logs. 1Nhile poor Smithy was down, Hans insisted that he maintain his uncorafaL^table poSibi on until a photo was -taken. My hat off to Smithy - be endiared so much.- the rain; fog; old, buttongrass, mud; leeches and aba7e all; 7rv- cooking; but after all, I'm not to blame for the quality of my cooking. I did ask mother to cone.” The lake track proved to be moderate walking thr o).gh myrtle forest where the light is quite dim, in fact the weather turned fire without us knowing it. At last! We arrived at Cynthia Bay at 1 p m. feeling very hungry (and thirsty). Now we knew that the ranger here sold food, so, his residence was our first stop. We asked for meat, bread and beer. Unhappily we received none of these and had to settle for tinned meat art soft drinks. At Cynthia Bay one my hire a bed in a hut for 4/6d. per day, actually the “huts” are cottages. They consist of a main room hich serves as dining rooth and bedroom, and has a brick fireplace for cooking. There are two more bedtooms, a laundry and a kitchen. The best thing of all - you get water from taps, water buckets are obsolete! It was just like being at home except moth er wasn't there to do my washing. After a lovely hat shower (we m eded it) and lunch, Hans and I decided on a steak dinner that night. To obtain this steak it was re cessary to walk three miles to Derwent Bridge Hotel, ithich by great coincidence also had vast stocks of brown amber liquid. Our worthy Austrian opined that seeing we got wet out side from rain we should also bedome wet inside to equalise the situation. A sire prevention against pneumonia, I was assured. Smithy reckoned he wasnq going to walk three miles to get a steak, so we left him with his tinned tucker and set off down the road. On the road we found an Echidna, more commonly known as a spiny anteater. The little chap pulled in his head and huddled up in a ball so we waited silently, but he absolutely refused to pose for the camera. We got our steaks and I reel= that was the best dinner I've ever had, well worth the six m-i-les walk. Early Wednesday marning we sorted out our gear and found we had two and a half packets of Ryvita biscuits left. We seemed to have lost our taste for these but I couldn't give them away, so I fed the kangaroos which are always on land. One of -the 'roos was bigger and more cunning than his mates. He came inside the hut and searched our packs in a way that suggested long experience in this practice. - He was a very persistent character, regairing much effort and bribing to remove him. The bus we rode to Hobart was very good;I'm sure any museum would be glad to have it. We arrived in Hobart about 3.30 p m. arri after arranging transport 16. booked in at the Y.M.C.A. There are four beds in each ro om,here so we found we had a room mate. The chap cc cupying our mew wa& halfwar through a bottle of beverage and in a state of collapse. We left him -lie (thinking of sleeping dogs, no doubt) and -vvent out to 'see the town. 74,1hen we retro id the chap was out, we were tired so we said go od n ig h t n rolled in. Shortly after midnight there was muth noise at the door, in bowled oir roommate in company id_th two giant goecimens who instructed him to pack his gear, Then they started to search the room. I wondered what in the heck was going on. The two big chaps suddenly seemed to realise we were there, tl-By told us they were detectives and had caught the other fellow shopbreaking. The detectives were very polite (to us anyhow) apologised for disturbing us, wished us a happy holiday aria carted our former “friend” off to the jug. We had to sp end the rext, day in Hobart awaiting transport, and spent the time casting air eyes over the town and surraInding countryside. Back to the Y.E.C.A. once more to find our selves with a new no a very nice chap this time, thank goodness. After sle eping on the wooden plank bunks in the reserve huts we found that Y.M.C.A.. beds were too comfortable for us to sleep on. Up bright, and early Friday morning, in fact much too early far my liking. We managed to be in time to catch the bus to Hobart Airport and boarded the new Viscount II which flew us to Melbourne via Launceston. Of all the travelling we'd dom this was the most comfortable and with the best service (the best price too:). The aeroplane company had left little leaflets asking the passengers whether or not they liked the trip and requested we write down what we liked or disliked. We wrote that we liked the hostesses - very much so. In Melbourne we had822– hour s to wait for the train. I thought our walking was over but we spent many hours walking around Melbourne. A very istressing habit this walking. After what seemed a lifetime we left on the train for Sydney. It was packed of course, so we sat up all the way. Sixteen weary hour s later we arrived back in Sydney, three very upset citizens -with a poor opinion of trains. So our adventure cane to an end. The three of us had been good mates and it was with some feeling that we said goodbye after being together for two weeks. For my part I had thoroughly enjoyed the trip from beginning to end. I could not TEL sh for two finer companions than Smithy, a gentleman of almost, 60 from. the Burragorang Valley area and a very competent budiman, and Hans, a member of the Austrian AlpirB Club and veteran of the MATTERHORN. Perhaps someday we be together again on another trip. 1,1.114m. 'BACK CF THE CASTLE' CCUNTRY. STEUI13ER 2-3-4 Sassafras - The Vines - Yarmac's Track - Seven Gods Mountain - Rockclimbir - Sassafras. The best rock climbing country in the State. Unlimited new climbs on good rocks, to suit all tastes and abilities. If you don't climb, come along for the mighty vie WS New, improved approach route. Leader: Colin Putt. 17. FLIGHT TO LONDON. Ron Knightley. After leaving Perth in the Constellation at 11.15 p m. we dropped in on Djakarta at 6 a m. on to the well-grassed bush drome surrounded by coconut palms and banana trees. Cloudy and steamy, even at that hour. First impressions of the locals, crowding in dozens around the terminals, peddling bikes along the taxiways, or driving big Mercedes on the roads; A pleasant, clean and intelligert looking crowd, altho-ig h many incline to buck teeth. Rather handsome and shapely - both men and women - despite short, slender bodies. Tried the local beer - free, a), why not? - and fcund it rather mindful of a good Burning Palms home brew-. Quite nostalgic: I imagire you'd like it gaite a lot after a few glasses, but I stopped at one - tkat was all that was free! Two hours later at Singapore, 77 miles north of the Equator. Weather forecast on leaving Djakarta: “Fine and ware. Reticent blokes, these raiteorolcgists. I'd hate to be ti-ere vhen it Is hot. Flying over the city I was agreoably surprised at the extent and modernity of the city and the European style settlemL=nt with its extensive areas of colourful, contemporary blocks ar flats. Arrived on the concrete and bags cf confusion. The hostess announced that production of air restaurant vOucher s would secure us a meal (now L. hour s since bre akC as-b). Cantankerous type as I was alighting, I was bold enough to enquire “11Vot vou clers?” “Haven't you got your vouci-er from the steward?” “No, nothing” I ans wered. “Nor us, either” chcrussed the remaining passengers”. Hurried consultation among stewards and hostesses; Knightley blocking the exit waiting for the verdict. “The ground hostess will arrange it”, they assured us. Dom the gangway, tiAo very eye-catching Malayan Airlines hostesses awaited us. I approached the pretties-b and was sent to the other one to collect a yellow card. She sent me back again - without card. Other passeTers ditto. We -were ushered to a waiting bus; then turrEd round and ushered to another waiting bus; equanimity of passengers abating. Five halr s sirre brealffast. We were then driven to the transit pa sserg er lounge.. Some passports were collected; some were not. Some were handed back; others were retained. Passengers gesticulating and demanding “Why? Pourquoi? Nom de dios:” or anything else appropriate to their native lingo. The pretty hostess, unperturbed, ushered us thralgh to the restaurant - and the head serang of that demanded our vouchers! None being forthcoming, they sat us down in easy chairs near the windows - offered us a drink apiece. “Brandy and port wine, please” I requested. “No, only one drink!” explained the Himalayan waiter. “Oh, well - brandy and soda, please”. I got it - one finger brandy; or bottle soda; no ice! The pretty hostess by this tire was feeding someone's baby. I wandered over. “This meal -we're supposed to get - how abort it?” “Oh, we don't give you a meal here. Bet I could get you a sandwich if you like.” I took the sandwich and started a landslide. Nearly six: hours si nce breakfast and we were sure hungry; one and all. demanded a sandwich. Up and away again in the Comet 4 - up to 35,000 ft. and down again 45 minutes later at Kuala Lumpur. Seven hours d_nce breakfast. riany adjectives describing Qantas. One cup of coffee made available at airport. I felt it drop through space and hit the bat torn of my stomach. Off again in the hot afternoon sun; up to 37,000 feet - and lunch! Just nine hoa-s after breakfast::: Touch dom. at Colombo - a surprisingly ramshackle airport - and then on to Karachi. The right way to see Karachi is to arrive by night and leave by day, for it is a veritable fairyland from the air in the darkness. By daylight, however, it is about the most dreary, desolute damp of a place I've ever seen. Crowds of Pakittanis milled around; and after the pretty, clean people of the earlier stops they were the most ragged, ugly, villainous looking, under-fed mob I've ever rubbed shoulders with. I felt glad I'd been vaccinated - that's just the way they looked. On again - in darkness this time - to a long sleep above the clouds in the moonlight. I shan't describe Teheran. It's indescribable - to me, at any rate, because I stayed on the plane, asleep. Athens at midnight and stretched the legs. Went through the door marked “Ebn”. Now, what maid you expect the lay, to be built of in Athens? Marble? You 're right! Quite a quaint affair - a pull-the-chain job, you know; but there's a tin hardby with a sign on it saying something like “Please put paper here; not down the waterhole”. The sign was in a foreign language - all Greek:to me - but a lift of the lid was enough to tell ne -what it manta Frankfurt at 5 a m- mcdern, clean and busy mith an attractive beer garden. Up in the PAr again for breakfast and the final hop to London. And what would you expect for breakfast, leaving Frankfurt? Frankftrts; but of course: Also leberwurst and pickled cucumber. And then at last, London - miles and miles and miles of high-density. housing and lush green parks. But more of that spun other time. The Leyden-Colley group has been further exploring the country North of Mt. Nilson. Bungleboori Creek:would pear to be a hard creek to get into and rather harder to get out of. The leader reports that the August Bank Holiday trip resolved into a “cloud holiday, commencing wtth thunderstorms on Saturday night. A comfortable Sunday night was spent on Mrs. Carlon's verandah! Creeks were naturally running banlers. Ooh-er.