THE SYDNEY BUSHWLKER. monthly bulletin of matters of interest:to the 4dney Bush Walkers, The N.3.1A.T. Nurses' soc iation Rooms, “Northcote Reiby Place, Sydney. . Box. ho.4476 G.P.O., Sydney. 'Phone .J014,62. 326 7EBRU1-KRY 1962 Price 1/- Editor: Don Matthews, 33 Pomona Street, , Reproduction: Dpnise.Hull - Pennant Hills, IVJ3514 Sales & Subs.: Eileen Taylor Business Manager: Brian Harvey. Typed by Shirley Dean.
uONTENTS. Pngc, _ Editorial Sydney Suburb - Kath MbKay 2 At Our January Meeting - flex Colley 4 Re-union 1962 7 A Night -Ascent of Le Mont du Pont - 8 A Link with the Appalachian Mountains 10 Tribute to “Donnie” 11 Mid-Winter Night with a Wet Pack - Darman Long 12 Paddy's Ad. 15 Day Walks 16 The Common - Ray Kirkby 17 Kowmung Cavalcade Hatswell's d. 20 4 EDIT ORI;A.L “However well lmown the peak, or the line of accent, no mountain story need ever repeat itself, or seem monotonous. Both moUntain sUrface and mountain climber-vary from year to year, even from day to day.” Geoffrey Winthrop Young. 2. This applies equally to Bushwalking as we know it. For example, in recent issues we have shown the evolution of Kowmunging tactics (“Kowmung Cavalcade”). As techniques improve, the KommUng trip becomes les an exhausting battle with Nature and more an exhi/erating enjoyment of her beauties. (Those who haven't experienced the thrills and scenic delights of a “Swimming through the Kowmune trip may not understand this). Diery trip through is different, depending on the 1,11-31 of the river, the weather, and the members of the parties, and a true Howmunger will always find interest in reading someone else's account of his or her experiences. The obst641a3, - waterfalls, rock slides, canyons - all live in one's memory, and help to pinpoint the stage of the story.
There are still places to explore, if you -want to pioneer and if you have the energy to go looking. There are still new experiences to be enjoyed' in looking more closely at the old familiar places. ahatever course you take-, there are stories and impressions waiting to be written and readers waiting to share your enjoyment. COMING FEBRU1Rf 28th. D ON'T MISS TH 1.9:: Colin Putt, leader of the 1961 New Zealand apine-Club'Expedition to Guinea, will describe the part7's adventures. In the words of the official report “The Expedition visited the Carstensz Mountains of Netherlands New Guinea (highest peak 16500 ft) in June and July 1961 with the Objects of climbing the major peaks of this range and carrying out scientific work. Because of ah acute shortage of suitable aircraft in the country at the time, the planned airdrop of food and equipment were not made, but the expedition, using native food and minimum equipment; covered a walking distance of approximately 200 miles through little knoin country, established a feasible route to and up the North wall of the range, climbed two minor peaks, carried outbotanical'meteorological and topographic work, and made geological discoveries of theoretical and practical importance. .11. SYDNEY- SUBURB - Kath McKay Towering above the hectic rash of houses that daub the landscape with their rainbow hues the pine tree, genus araucaria, raises its iron green against the sky. Planted by hands of settlers long ago, it knew, as a young sapling, rolling hills empty of habitation, golden grass merging to sand dunes and the endless sea. beside it dwelt the settler and his wife in a slab hut, whitewashed fastidiously, and the bright hearth where the iron kattle hung was Whitewashed too; the oil lamp, trimmed and clean, stood ready for the dark. Outside, a cow, a vegetable garden and some fowls supplied the humble larder, and a horse, not very rapid but reliable, drew the spring cart on periodic trips to city stores a dozen miles away. Tanks caught the rain, and sometimes they were low - oh yes, one always had a careful eye on water, precious mater. There were creeks, but they were brackish hereabouts, the sea being so close: though it was useful too, because fish made a welcome change from fare Wholesome no doubt, but too predictable. The years went by. Shacks cropped up here and there, a road was made., and people from the town began to dive - magnificent advtnture:.- down to the virgin beach. The pine tree grew, stretched out its arms above the settler's roof and rung by rung soared darkly to the sky. Piped water came, and electricity, a store was built only a mile away, but all was spacious still and light and free; it came so gradually, the difference, that no one was alarmed. “quite civilised!” they. thought complacently; but like the tide creeping in soundbssly, covering here a rock and there a foot of shore, the change flooded their lives; but then, unlike the sea, it did not go away again. Smart men who bought the innocent land and cut it up in tidy little blocks (Desir-able Home aites - Watei4.and Electricity Right at your Door) destroyed their way of life. Houses sprang up, the roads were neatly paved, swamps, one time starred with wildflowers - Christmas bells, sprengelia, red callistemon - were drained and barren earth appeared. Truck rattled in and dumped their loads of rubbish, to reclaim the sunken shbre, and noisome odours soured air once as fresh and salty as the sea. 3. “A Hundred Years of Progress” - thus a leaf printed by Modern Enterprises, Inc. Gone are the grasslands, gone the scanty bush that once clung desperately to Sheltered creeks; the settlers died long since, the slab hut fell in melancholy ruin and was burnt: parts non,-codbustible were hauled away to help fill-in the future promenade. Only the pine remains, as legacy from a past gone forever. Loftily it looks now on a thriving seaside suburb: buses and filling stations, fish and chips, ice-creams, and idlers wandering aimlessly, lulled by trLnsistor radios, protected froth anything as strenuous as thought: all, all are there. Another hundred years of progress? What is progress? Who can tell? But surely soon the pine will be cut down. OUR J,NUARY =TING - Alex Colley. At the commencement of the meeting the President told us the sad news that well-l-mown Club identity Allan Hardie “C'Dorman Long” to us all) had died at his ,5ffice at 9 a m. that morning. After referring to the many occasions when “Dormie” had enlivened debates in the-au:broom with his original and unorthodox views, the President asked us to stand in silence in his memory. Correspondence included a report on Narcissus and other Tasmanian huts -which intending visitors would do well to study. It was announced thatalf Hilder had undertaken to be contact man for Federation's tracks and access committee. There being no social activities since the last meeting there was no Social eport, but a report was received that Pam Baker was going to teach – at Gana and would have to resign in conseouence. The President thanked Pam for the very good work she had done in organising some wcnierful social activities. Next we spent some time in the section of a reunion can site. Eric Adcock told us that Herman Kanters had invited us to use his 30 acre property next to the Ourimbah tate Forest. It was 75 miles away by car and had a Lood camping area ,:lnd plenty of firewood, but no swimming. It was decided, however, to go to the nearer place we all knew - Woods Creek. Choosing an alternate camp site 5. (in case of floods) was not so easy. Burning Palms, Era aud Eureka were nominated, and Eurokadhosen. Thereupon Ron Knightly, foreseeing that if the Nepean were flooded, so would be Glenbrook Creek, nominated e tertiary camp site, and for this nurpose, Burning Palms was chosen. On a. motion from Greg Grennan it was decided to ask Committee in consultation with the Magazine Business Manager, to consider the purdhase bf a new duplicating machine. 1ith very little dissent it was decided to entrust Committee with the task, it being pointed out that we already had a donation of 50 for such a purpose and that a good Machine was more useful than money in the bank. In general business Frank Ashdown moved that the magazine be published every second month. His reason was that much of the space was being filled with material from old magazines. This material could be seen by members who looked up old magazines for themselves. Perhaps a smaller magazine would suffice. Nhat did the editor think? The editor hadn't thought, and was somewhat stunned by the proposal, but, as his faculties recovered, he expressed the opinion that Frank was a “prophet of doom”. The reason that old, articles were used was the lack of activities of members. As a result old articles were more entertaining. Jack Gentle said he found accounts of old trips very interesting and a help in planning of today's trips. It was up to present members to support the magazine. Wal Roots said that he could well remember that the magazine as going downhill fast in 1935. Nilf Hilder thought we were letting the editor down. He thought that monthly announcements and reports mere a service to the Club. David Ingram pointed out that the magazine was one of our few activities that showed a profit. In reply to these remarks, Frank Ashdown said that we already had a collection of old mzazines that members could refer to, and a big notice board for monthly announcements etc. The active members came in and used these facilities. The magazine was a non-glorified notice board and a collection of remnants of old articles. If members were not enthusiastic enough to sutpport the magazine we could print a news sheet. The motion was defeated. (see Editor's comments below). Hilder reported further water hazards 'at the beginning of the month. His walk to the KOmmuhg 1.7kad beefl attended by 4 meMbef.S and they had found the River dangerous to cross. Eileen Taylor's walk to 7colwash 11.P.d been re-programmed. Jack Gentle's Heathcote4Vaterfall walk had been attended by 8 members and they had enjoyed tea in the bush - a custom that could well be revived. The 10th Dec. was tn active day, with 18 members and 20 children at thefl Kiddies Christmas Party organised by Clem Hallstrom, and 8 members and 1 prospective on Dick Child's Waterfall-Kangaroo Creek:walk. Four parties had done portions of the Kong over the holidays and had been restricted by the high level of the river. The parties were led by Frank Leyden, Jack Wren, Colin Putt and Wllf Hilder. Wilf then brought up the question of fire trails. He said that the present trails were just a beginning. A contract had been signed for a trail along the Gingera Range from Kanangra to Cedar Creek. The trail would run down the Kowmung to the Read at Nhite Dog. There :would also be a fire trail along to Cloudmaker to join the road up the Cox. Wilf moved -that Federation be asked to protest to 6. the Premier's Department. FrankAshdown said that the Forestry ,Commission was responsible - many of its areas were devastated by fires. He didn't think the roads spoilt the country. Jack IfIren thought we couldn't stop the roads, but that we could agitate that they be closed to the general public. Jim Brown referred to previous efforts to bring into being an effective fire fighting organisation. He th nught we should first find out who was the body organising road construction. Gradients of 1 in 3 dr 4 would make many roads inaccessible to ordinary motorists. The motion was then put, and carried. The President reminded us that election of club officers for the =ming year would on be necessary. Anyone willing to stand who was unable to attend the annual general meeting could write,to the Secretary to this effect. 7a1 Roots inforMed us that bonds had been purchased out of Era fund money, as instructed by a previous general mebting. After the election of Stuart Brooks, Ern French,'Wilf Hilder, Eileen Taylor and Lola Wedlock as room stewards, the meeting, which had commenced late because of the previous committee meeting, closed at 10.20 p m. Editor's comments: 1. We are reminded of a contemporary but no longer active member who once said “I don't care -what people say about me, so long as they say someithine 2. The Old issues of the magazine are bound in yearly folders, each weighing about two and a half pounds. There are two sets, one 'held by the Editor, and one by the Custodian of Magazines (at their residences, because there's insufficient cupboard space in the Clubroom:). Because of their hiStorical value, these can only be read in the Clubroom and a wheelbarrow is needed for transport. Therefore “Old magazines” are not readily accessible. 3. This is an admirable opportunity for the Editor to attract a spot of sympathy -with some verse originally found in a Bank Journal by Peter Page:- The Editor knocked at the Pearly Gate, His face looked worn and old; He meekly asked the man of fate For admission to the fold. “What have you done;” asked Peter, “To seek admission here?” “Oh, I ran a monthly paper 9 For many and many' a year' The gate swung open Sharply As Peter touched the bell ”'Come in,” he said “and take your harp, You've had enough of hell' 7. RE-UNION 1962 Venue: Woods Creek. Alternate Site: (1) Euroka, (2) Burning Palms. Train Electric: 12.58 pm. ax North Sydney 1.9 pm ex Central arriving Richmond 2.44 pm. Note: Change at Blacktown Transport Officer: Edna Stratton LJ9586 Those travelling by train MUST contact transport officer so that cars can meet train. Last -year considerable inconvenience was 'caused when walkers intending to come by train found other transport and cars returned from Richmond to camp site empty. - Entertainment and Competitions: Camp fire on Saturday night commencing 7.30 pm. On Sunday: Damper competition (Flour, salt and water only) Boil the Billy. For the Children: Sand Modelling. Hole Digging. BOB ABERNET7Y NRITES FROM TAR7LALEAH: 15.1.62 n1 noticed in the current issued ofthe_S.B.M.,.the-renort of the destruction ofthrci8Sub Hut.. The week following the fire I was camped at Lake St. Clair, in charge of the Hydro Electric Commission pumping station, and had an opportunity to discuss the fire with the Assistant Ranger. The Scenic Preservation Board had Durdhased material to rebuild Pine Valley hut which collapsed last winter, but this hut was found to be repairable, and has since been repaired. It is expected that the material will be used to rebuild the hut5at Narcissus (2 huts were destroyed; the camp hut and the rangers hut). It is hoped to complete the work this summer and in the meantime a tent has been pitched on the site. The fire apparently. started from a cooking fire on a Saturday lunth time. Smoke was noticed at the pumping station during the afternoon and later a party reported it to the rangers who reached the spot after dark and found both huts destroyed and a small area of bush, and only. the toilets left standing. So far I have not luarnt of any fires in the nark although we noticed spa:dice to west of Et Olympic yesterday, and a fire danger period has bean declared from tomorrow till the end of March.” 8. RECENT ARRIVALS. On 31st January - a daughter to Grace and GeoffMgg. (This now mnkes one - Of each) On 2nd February - a son to Margaret and Garth Coulter. (Oaso now one of each Ina Neekes became Mrs. C. McPherson during January. HeleriBarrett-(embership Secretary) and George Gray (Treasurer)were married on 3rd February. The toasts, in true S.B.W. style, were short, vitt?. and to the point (Paddy proposed the main toast). Overseas telegrams were received from the Rigby's (Canada) and from Bob Duncan (Boulder U.S.k.) There was the usual difficulty in recognising one's friend's clad in umccustomed finery. The 1962 Social Prormamme started well with Talks by Paul Driver (“Crverseas ) John Freeland ('Ants) and Mr. Casperson ( C.J. Dennis.”) One of the most useful pieces of information from John Freeland was that bull-ants aren't likely to sting if you stand still and pretent to be a tree. This has been tried by a certain lady ;_).B.4 with complete success. Nevertheless we don't accept responsibility for other experimenters who may not be successful. ……=..11. AlIGHT ASCENT OF LE MONT DU PONT UPPER RIDGE ROUTE
By The Brothers Boltschudt.
(Editor's Note: Most of our readers will have read of the Schfrid Brothers, Who climbed, amongst other things, the North Face of the Matterhorn. Recently we discovered a yellowing manuscript, its blue ink blackened with age; It claims to be the writing of the Brothers Boltschudt, mho, we suPpose are famous European climbers, and it describes a perilous Alpine ascent. 'ghat a tale of Adventure! What a battle against insupperable odds!) Foreward: The Mont du Pont is an eternally frozen mountain of black ice rising straight from sea level. There are two ridge routes - the upper and -6h-.e lover. In order to gain access to the upper route, two huge ovetheoging ice seracs must be by-passed. cciting verticalchimney climbs are possible between these above two routes. The lower regions between North and 'Jouth ends of the mountain are continually raked by fast-travelling-horizontal missiles in the Chute. These missiles are all lethal. Gendnrmes can present a serious problem to newcomers who approach it via the terraces. 9. - chill wird blew as we The Brothers Boltschudt, clad in the guise of normal people, hurried along the route to the terrace. Here we found ample supplies of quick-setting concrete. Being of uncontaminated principles, we decided unanimously against the use of concrete steps as an artificial climbing aid, our honour and.2ood name was at stakes Our plan was simple. Once on the terrace, we would hurry past the Southern Pillars and between volleys of fast-travelling horizontal missiles, we would leap up onto the ramp, pendulum above the overhang, and Luickly gain a safe height. This movement went off without a hitch. Although at any moment we expected to face the unpleasant situation of negotiating a gendarme or an alternative swift retreat. This latter obstacle was our main 'contern. Its appearance would meanabandoning the Summit Attempt. Self preservation was top priority - as on all importrint expeditions; On Vic ramp our movements becr,me sure and steddy one false step meant death or worse. There could not - there would not be a second attempt: qe did a delicate traverse to the other side of the ramp and commenced the vertical ascent to the 'flat-iron'. We had gained the top of the ridge. Here, the cold was unbearable. Our ice-picks were useless on this wicked-looking ite.. CarefUlly we picked our way along the ridge - one fr-llse step mould plunge us to the watery deptha below. At last we stood on the top of the upper ridge. Success was almost ours al that remained was the overhanging pinnacle. I gazed down at my frozen fingers. Was it worth the sacrifice of these: I gritted my teeth, mortally fighting the cold. With a swift decisive movement I swallowed another P.K. and advanced. Ny companion anxiously matched as I made my may ever the overhang. One finger, then two slowly made a grip on the needle- like holds. Then a slip: Momentarily I dangled over space, but the jolt caught my trusty pair of “Police 8cFiremansm and on the rebound I was catapulted to the top of the pinnacle. The traditional summit photograph -Jas taken and my cup of joy flowed over as I gazed down upon the lights of the little village far below. 4e were not to be daunted by the terms axtremists” or “miserble gymnasts” - our thoughts turned then to men like Harrer, Aufschnaiter. They, too had - known similar moments. suddenly my mind cleared as I gazed with pity at Illy dear companion. 1,1y own hands were living once more, but he was deliriously beating his fingers endeavouring to restore circulation. We had to get down immediately so I forcefully persuaded my companion to begin the descent. The ramp was attempted -in a startling glissade - again our ice picks were of no avail. Near the bottom of-thc ramp I gazed upwards at one of the verticbl pillars of the ridge.- Exhilarated, I shot upwrTirds he nd over hand - only for practice. My compa:nion stood on the terrace, obviusly-mentally and physically unbalanced. I retraced by steps –comradeship before sate climbs - Swinging on the icicles of the overhang on the return I caught my trousers. As I pendulumed upside dawn suspended by my F.J.'s, I experienced a nasty sensation. 10. A movement out of the corner of my eye gave me thu impression I was swinging straight across to a gendarme. It as only our third -riliant member who was holding the precious contents of the rucksacks against gale-face updrafts. “h cruel vision, how deceptive thou art in the cloak of night”. A quick retreat across the Chute and I had joined by companions. An hour later we were sipping brew in a little known cafe. Intoxicated with success've fixed our steely gaze on the proprietor and thawed our frozen hands on the steaming jugs as we sang “The Mountaineering A LINK WITH THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAIN CLUB “Mouldy” Harrison has recently heard from Betty Pryde;, daughter of the late Charles Pryde and well known to many members. We belong to the Appalachian Mountain Club, which has head uarters in Boston, but confine our activities to the local chapter in Worcester. It is an extremely active club, although in Worcester we have a goodly nuMber of Old and Bold” Who rather prefer to sit around and eat and reminisce over past excursions than actually get out to climb mountains. We have the wonderfulNitite Mountains, and the Green Mountains, and also the lovely Berkshire Hills within a few hours drive so can have all the rough stuff we wart, as well as the more leisurely trips. The club operates a series of huts, all through the mountains. Some of them are very fancy with hut boys doing fabulous things with cooking, and others are mere lean-to's where one takes coe's own provisions and the lean-to's are merely shelters. But in our mountains they are more or less a necessity as we can have some extremes of weather very suddenly. I don't know if you are familiar with New England, but we think it is the loveliest area of the Of course, the winters are very long and cold, but they are just what the skiers want, and so there are innumerable ski resorts and runs within easy access of everyone. I tried my hand at the skiing, but concluded I had started much too late, and last Christmas I gave my skiis and poles away to a young girl who was longing to learn and hadn't theequipment. Dick used to be an excellent shier - was in an Olympic Team - and he is always being asked-t-belp get the children started on the right track, after they received skiis from Santa Claus, and we have had some hilarious excursion S out on small hills with “la% Heywood” showing about 14 giggling children how to snow-plow. Mrs Heywood goes along-lo,ided dowti wit cookies and hot cocoa and a good time is had by all. The city of '76rceste'r is-'11Lot too exciting but lire have the wonderful advantage of having some lovely countryside round our”edtes, and within 10 minutes drive fro ourhouse we can be out in beautiful pine woods which seem as remote as the northern 1aka6 in Maine.: We spend almost 'every waking minUte outdoors in spring, summer and fall; and hibernate in the winter. We keep the car loaded with picnic equipment, stove, folding chairs, folding tables, eating equipment, etc. and every day finds us out on an expedition, even if it is just for'an hour or two. All I have to do is throw in the food and 'tie can get off. The country side is lovely and it takes the sting off the long winters.” Betty's address is - 30 Saxon Road, Worcester 2, Massachusetts. U.S.A. U. TRIBUTE TO “DORTIO:E” (Contributed) With the sudden death of Allan Hardie on 10th January 1962, the Club lost one of its most colourful members. He had a mind of his own and usually spoke it. His affectionate nickmme, Tormiet, referred to the numerous miscellaneous items he was wont to carry in his pack until it resembled a construction kit of Dorman Long and Co. Ltd, the builders of the bydney Harbour bridge. He was Treasurer Of the Club for a number of years and kept our accounts in meticulous order and our expenditure within bounds. At the memorial service conducted at St. Stephen's Church, Maccuarie St.,- the officiating clergyman paid tribute to his membership of bt. Stephen's Choir, the Armed Forces between 1939-1945 and subsecuently, with the Ater Board R.S.L., and his work for the bushwalidng movment. The service concluded with a moving Scottish lament played, in the absence of a set of bagpipes, on the organ. ” Taro“ “I like Allan” said Taro, after their first meeting tens of years ago, and not since then has that liking lessened. The 'Dormief title was still to come. Like Laz. Pura he was the solitary type - I too have a leaning that way - we got on very well. His conversation - never frivolous - embraced a wide range of topics; he certainly read other stuff than newsprint. His travel talk, with me, was always entertaining, more so than in the club shows, and in all the years we mixed, I cannot recall one word Of malice or personal criticism. He always seemed to have something more interesting to say, and never, or never, a muddy joke. One incident gives a very clear picture of the real Dormie, that not-too many know.. Often, with a few days in prospect he mould carry his pack to the office, and go from there to the train. A few nonwalking nuts on the staff, slipped into his pack some pounds of lead paper weights and how they watched the tug it took to lift the pack: However, Damie battled on to the train and with plenty time in hand, decided to see why the pack seemed overweight. He found the lead - and even a grin , rind did he toss it out of tile wind-w? NO, his inborn scottish integrity forbade such a deed. He got off at Berry and first job was to mil it back to the rightful owners - the 1)1.,:. 8c,S, Board. Dormie was ever -a man of valour and acquainted with loads. , Anyone wanting a good word picture of him should read the yarn below, from our magazine of 1.10.32; an account of some trouble on the Grose. And trouble it was for Dormie, but obsrve the nice Shapely style of writing; the easy philosophy is something to remember. nd how many know he played the leading part in the creation of'the Coronation Vista. On the Pacific Highway, many weeks went into the collection of signatures which had Such a happy and enduring result. Let all who pull in for this truly grand view, remember our own Dormie was responsible for it. Yes, I shall miss Darmie. 12. A MIDWINTER NIGHT WITH A VET PACK, by “DORMAN LONG”. %hen Robert Louis Stevenson set about the composition of his essay on “A Night among the Pines”, it was with purposes far different from those I have in mind now when I begin to describe the recent misadventure which befell me. Whereas that master of English fiction wished to imbue his readers with some of the glamour of romance attending a warm night spent beneath murmuring pine-trees, I hope, on the other hand, with all the altruistic fervour of which I am capable, to warn fellow walking-enthusiasts, lest they should, consciously or unconsciously, Imitate my dreadful example. It all happened on “Peter” Page's official trip last Bank Holiday weekend, from Hartley Vale along the Grose River to Blackheath (intended, but Mount Victoria, actually). And here I take the opportuniV of condemning the selection of the upper reaches of the Grose River for a pleasure-trip. If you are of so acetic a type of mind as to think:that your daily peccadilloes demmd some occasional, self-inflicted, personal chastisement, - if, that is to say, you wish to do yourself a “gross” injustice, - then you will tackle the Portion of the Grose River we traversed in the right spirit. But for recreation it should certainly be tabooed from the programme of every self-respecting bush-walker. There were three of us in oUr party, a young man whom I. knew by the nickname of “Davey” being the third member. %hen we startodout bn the Sunda;,- morning, having cdmped the night near Mrtley.Vale “Station, our grentest 'trouble was in keeping to the track. No doubt, in the early-days-of'the Cblopy,'before the railway Tine over the Blue Nbuntr'dns ims laid, a regular traCk enabled setters to couple Eat with Weet. But sine that time it has become overgrown with lawyer vines; brambles., and creepers of. all descriptions. Had porothy_Lawry. and some of the other naturalists of the Club beeri with us, they would have been able to tell us the correct, botanical. names; but, as it was,' we found our vocabulary large enough to. describe them the while they tore us to pieces. I differed from my dOmpanions in w attitude :toward these monarchs of the wilds; they donned every Stitch of Clothing they had, in order to protect their flesh; I,. on the contrary, With the blood of Scottish ancestry flowing through my'din,s,, went with limbs bare, and preferred the :via crucis (the way of physidaI pain) to theexpense of neW'clothes afterwards : Somehow or other.I for a while got ahead of myHtwo mates, and, becoming tired of the ceaseless massacre, decided to try my luck on the river itself. Here we assembled, and prepared.'for lunch at three o'clock. icureanism was the primary cause of my sUbSequent mishap.. 11:9-licing for fried sausages and onions for dinner is notorious amongst Club members. But never again. While I was engrossed in the task of imparting E.1 uniform bromness to the sausage skins, and an even degree of softness to the onions, “Peter” remarked that we had only about an hour and a half of sunlight left before dark, but I was too busy with my gustatory images to take much notice of the time. So perfect was my cooking that I felt like Dives, with my two friends each a Lazarus,. sniffing at my sumptuous table. Then, when I was engaged in the m'ocess of - ' consumption, the leader declared that “Davey” and he would mave on, stating that he intended to camp at the junction with Creek Mount, Victoria, and asking me to follow on within ten minutes. I replied that I would finish. the day's journey (wan. if I had to use my torch or lamp. Little did I dream that the river, to which I had turned for salvation from the thorns vas going to turn out so treacherous! 13. It must have been half an hour, after the conversation last referred to, before 1' had everything packed, and was ready to start again. This tithe I made it my policy to keep to the river, sometimes bopping from rock to rock, an&at others wading through the water, With my boots and socks on. my feet were certainly chilled, but I took comfort from the thought that I had a dry pair of socks in my pack,: and that a comfortable night's sleep would be assured me. For a while I made great progress, and became hopefull of soon regaining my comrades; but all of a sudden the river changed its tactics. Gigantic boulders began to confront me. To climb up one was only to find as steep a drop on the other side. Moreover, the fastly vanishing daylight brought “Peter's” warning anew to my ears. at length I cameacross a very narrow defile, to get through which with my patk on my back would be impossible. ccordingly took it off, lifted it up on to the rock in front of me, and then turned aside to examine the next corner for ' likely footholds.- No sooner hod I begun my investirti6n than I henrd a dull, scraping sound, followed by a resounding eplrish',. add, on looking up, my pack had disaPpeared from view. It had fall6n ifito the river': Desperately I mounted a rock, from which I located the pack, floating in'a-rectangulnr basin of water, surrounded on all sides by precipitous crags. To reOover it was going to'present a problem. +.nd yet I could not bear to sacrifice it because many IDays would have to come and go before I replaced the lost ecuipment. Besides, abandonment would mean the frustration of all “Paddy” Pallinis efforts toconvert a prototype into an up-to-date model; and, like some Gothic cathedral, that rucksack was still in a stage Of transition. Aocordingly I made my way to that corner of the basin nearest my pack. Readers can quite well imagine my anxiety, as I slid over the rock and held on to the top ledge, lest I should fall into the water and-wet the sparse. clothing left dry on me. That morning “Pete/0' had assessed the weight of If my pack at forty-six pounds. I shall leave to physicists the estimation of what it weighed after immersion. 11S it was, Iliad gradUally to drag it up the steep incline; and, while in the act, my memory was serving up to me an anecdote my mother told me before I left home the previous day, e-tout a young man who died in a fortnight' through spraining the muscles of his heart during a camping trip. At last the pack was on the top ledge, when it was safely restored to py back. But now I felt as though I were a miniature Atlas, with the world suddenly hoisted on to my shoulders. In the last, remaining vestiges of twilight, I tried to continue r,:ly journey. “Troubles come not singly, but in shoals”, Shakespeare once made one of his characters say. So I found in my case. The tremendous burden of my rucksack was rendering further walking an arduous ordeal. In fact,. so uncertain was my balance that I was groping and crawling more than walldng. As for climbing, that required a sustained, Herculean effort, and I was becoming more and more fatigued. To make matters w6rse, a thunder-storm came over, -And I was forced to take refuge from the heavy rain beneath my waterproof sheeting, while I planned what I had : best to do under the circumstances. Of course, it wa not pitch-dark. There was but one course open to me, if I wiShed to avoid contrnctint a severe chill, and that was to keep on moving till.I reftChed the others' camp, even though it took me all night. But when I found my torch, the feebleness of the light it-gave /*minded me that I had not renewed the battery. 'So I looked for matches, in order to light my small hurricane-lamp, but wdter had even penetrated the tin in which I kept them, and they were ruined. The rain having ceased, I proceeded; but, while the torch-light illumined my immediate footsteps, I could not tell 14. where my move*remote ones would lead me. Once, when I was about to step forth into an abyss, I realised the danger I was in. While I was thus on the verge of despair, Tnoticed a gleam ahead of me, as of a dying camp-fire. At first I thought it a mere hallucination, a chimera of my distorted. fancy. But as I approached nearer, those gloving embers became realities to me:: they were so wonderfully protected from the rain, too, being in a small cave, with a substan- tial heap of dry firewood neatly piled alongside. Needless to say, I decided to - spend the night here. first thought, as I commenced to convert the cinders into a blazing fire, was that “Peter” and “DaVey”, having'surmised the predicament I was in, had prepared the fire for me, and had then moved on, in order to'complete the distance. With a heart full of thanks, I breathed beatitudes upon them, –yes, and upon our Bush Walkers' Club, too, seeing that it was an institution which could irculcate such divine foresight in its members. I did not worry about -any tea thf,t night, nor about cleansing my teeth. My sole concern was to get my belongings as dry as possible for the morrow. Later on I improvised a bed for myself, by means of the waterproof sheeting, with the wet tent drawn over me for a counterpane. In spite of the rain, I managed to doze off into a very brief sleep; but 117 slumbers were soon terminated with the' sightof a brilliant reflection, visible through my tent. Lifting the counterp-lne, I noticed that my blanket, which I had placed close to the fire, was igniting at the corners. I jumped up, but my bare feet almost failed to support me, so numb with the cold they had become. Moreover, I was resolved to spend the rest of the night either sitting or standing beside the fire. Each time I fat myself going of to sleep, I w-iuld bring myself to with the recollectiOn of the fate of my, blmket. To*_121;ds sank back from sheer exhaustion, and fell asleep, a modern Jacob, on a bed of stones. As soon as day broke I hastily packed up - which was no dasy task, considering that the textiles had swollen sb much overnight as a result of their saturation. - Nor did I worry about the layer-vines, or the rents they inflicted on my clothing l but I made a human tank of myself, and forged onwards with but one purpose in view, to make up the leeway of distance. -Very welcome was the smoke I could see arising frot “Peter's” camp near Creek: Moun-E, Victoria. But more welcome still was the breakfast they gave me on arriVal, and the furnace they created helped all the more quickly to dry my. accoutrement. 'However, my mind was soon disabused as to the “divine foresight” ,of “Peter” ; for, when I mentioned to him the incident of the fire already prepared for me, his answer was that, although his nickname was “Peter” , he was not theAngel Gabriel. From then on we did not unduly bustle ourselves, but proceeded along Creek Mount Victoria, and finished up at IffpuntVIctoria. *Thus concludes this chapter in my life's history # One-thing'stands out clear, - that I,am sailehow peculiarly gifted with a tutelary deity: an amicus certus in re incerta, who always comes to my assistance in uni darkest adversity. In conclusion, if anything has been learnt from reading of my narrative, I shall be well pleased with the knowledge that I have achieved something toward the perfection of Nev South Wales bush. walking. _ _awirliglinei m%41011110- A VON i FISHIEG: A walker/fishing enthusiast has persuaded us that walkers in general should not Pass up the chance, so often unwittingly passed by to dangle a line and per chance add a succulent morsel to the morning or evening meal. In case you agree with him, we have a selection of suitable light fishing tackle to add more interest to some walks. Have a look next time you're in the shop. HECAMINE: A very special purchase enables us to offer solid fuel tablets at a give away price. A real lifesaver on wet trips. 1/9 per packet while they last. A price which cannot be repeated. LARGE PLASTIC BAGS: Originally we bought these to store away winter clothing but some thoughtful customer pointed out how useful they would be fOr walkers and we now have them available at 2/6. Size 48” x 241. KIWI JACKETS: An improved model fi4oth the-6riginal, awfirthle again after a, temporry Shnrtage. All press studs heavily reinforced. Price' - E710.0. PADDY PAWN tP ttd. Lightweight Camp Gear 201 CASTLE REAGH Si SYDNEY BM2685 16. DA/ liLLKS (Contributed) FEBFEARY 18. Turramurra -; bus to Bobbin Head - launch trip on Cowan Creek and tributaries. These periodical cruises down Cowan Creek are already famous and comment seems superfluous. The scenery is grand. Brian will be back from holidays during the first week in February. Let him know ELIRLY if you intend to go so that sufficient boats may be ordered. ;. 8.10 a m. train Central Electric Station to Turramurra via Bridge. 8.50 a m. bus Turramurra - Bobbin Head - Tickets: Turramurra return@ 4/3, plus return bus fare. Boat -hiring charges extra., Leader: Brian Harvey. Map: Hawkesbury River Tourist or Broken Bay Military. MARCH 4. MARCH Church Point - launch to Lovtt Bay - The Flagstaff - Topham Trig - America Bay - Soldiers Print LonEnose Point - Lovett Bay. 10 miles. Could be scratchy in parts. Gaiters recommended. This is the first Club walk to use the track recently cleared by Club members between Lovett Bay and The Flagstaff. Lovely views of Pittwater and Broken Bay. 8.30 a m. ferry to Manly. Or 8.45 a m. Palm Beach bus from Wynyard CHANGE at Mona Vale. 9.12 a m. bus Manly to Church Point, Route No. 157. - Tickets: Cash fares will amount to about 11/-. Leader: Bill Rowlands. Nap: Broken Bay Military for preference. Waterfall - Moola Falls - Heathcote. 9 miles. An ideal trip for new members traversing the South - Western portion of National Park. At least 2 sets of aboriginal carvings in the Uloola Falls area. 8.50 a m. Cronulla train from Central Electric Stntion to Sutherland. CH.1.INGE at Sutherland for rail motor to faterfall. Tickets:. Waterfall return@ 5/9. Leader: Dick. Child. Map: Port Hacking Tourist. &JUR= SUND.LZ LLc. 10th - 11th March 1962, As Jon Gossage is in New Zealand, Wilf Hilder is arranging a walk to replace that shown on the progn:mme. See Wilf for details. BITS AND PIECES. This month's prize for imaginative writing from the Dailies: Topic: (Toughening up exercise for the army). “Wild ashland Mountains. in the Great Dividing-Range, 22 miles west of the Putty Road, a wilderness (the Range, that V is, not the Putty Road) so crisscrossed by cliffs and ravines that V a man's progress is slowed to a tile in five hours … only shelter will be the caves in the mountains (i e. overhangs) - if the numerous dingoes, wallabies and red-bellied black snakes that inhabit the district haven't beaten the troops to them.” 1 THE COMMON Ray Kirkby. A few weeks ago I had a'couple of hours to fill in one Sunday morning. As it was mild flower time I decided to seek some out and remembered having passed many a time a large area of bush near Roseville Bridge. This area Prea seamed the nearest and likeliest fcr the short time available to me. At the top of the bill above the bridge I made some enquiries. ” Yes. That's a Reserve out there and if you take the first road to the right arid so on and so on and so on and so on .. you come to the Common.” redvas excited at the prospect of seeing flowers but when I was. directed to the Common ; yes, Common –the adventure acquired for me an historical- romantic character. efter-driving along a couple of aurburban streets, I shot into an appalling rubbish dump though even here I could descry brilliant clumps of tetratheca between the mounds ofxubbish.- J got- out of the dump as soon as possible and enquired from the first person as to the whereabouts of the Common. “That”, said my informant pointing where I had just been “is the Common'. To recoil was my first reaction, but my titne. was limited and if I were to go travelling around looking for some unspoiled place I Should probably finish up seeing nothing. The rubbish would =tend only as far as vehicles could get in soI parked the car and set off. !'et, first the rubbish Was o thick thet few living thin& had a chance to grow - the most spectacular were the car parts and the car, some amost whole. But I-spied a magnificent red gr'evillea to which I hurried. The ground was ' wet and soggy 'as there had beeh. recent rain hit I was able to stand and admire the grevillea, foot dry on a roll of linoleum, not the best but euite serviceable. , Past the old Chairs, the worn guttering, the decaying clothing, the path began to deteriorate and the 'Surroundings to improve. Finally in a rocky section through wattles out in flowr the rubbish ceased and I was able to enjoy boronia4 grevilleas and sti”etches of suave casuarinas, most satisfying though no flowers brightened the greenness. Even through all this area there were frequent signs of upheaval where purveyors of flagging had been &Ling, perhaps stealing, their wares. However most of the scars had' healed so that they mere no longer offensive. Some remains were piCturesque having the appearance of ruins of sandstone temples or miniature Stonehenges. Down in these half-dark gullies, the boronia ledifolia shone with individual brilliance. It vas time to climb back to the plateau znd I knew that I was getting near civilization again when in the centre of a rock flanked by boronia, solitary, lay a chamber-pot - in good order, -too. ,klorth salvaging. The sun had warmed up and now the puddles and soggy rubbish gave off a putrid, steamy odour which disgusted, 7 disgusted me? ehy? Millions of years 18. ago on the steamy shares of a stagnant puddle, I am told that the first life began to begin. 2,nd, if the rocks of those times cr,uld think, they would equally have deprecated the revolting mess remaining from the ineffectual and unsuccessful efforts of uatter to make itself into a living thing. And in such a place as this, perhaps we shall see the birth of a man more suited to these technological times, more in harmony with his 'surroundings. -
If we shall'trvel through space, is not this cyclinderblock more dUrable than my capricious heart? The tibiA and fibula are delicate, brittle travesties when the life“ force could incorporate these iron bedstead legs. NO raucous voices cnn break the silence when fitted with thesemufflers and the unnecessarily delicate mechanism. of the eye will be replacedby this more serviceable glass. There mill' 'Still be eyes-of many different colours bat in Australia brown eyes will predominate. NO time will be wasted on-,hairdressers for these springs -mill give LIB unchanging permanent waves, the skin you'll love to touch will be sponge rubber and the lips, the. lips you press IN 'A NUTSHELL A brief history of “The Sydney Bushwalker”. JUNE 1931, the first issue of “The Bushwalkei4H published as a private venture by Marjorie Hill (Editor), Brenda White, Rene Browne, Dorothy. Lawry and Niles Dunphy, who each contributed 10- as nucleus-of a working fund. Published every two months. ' bout 16-18 pages 6th AUGUST 1932, adopted by the Club as “The Sydney Bushwalker”. j-)urnal devoted to matters of interest to members of the Sydney Bushwolkers, Sydney, N.S.W. and continued every 'twn months until January 1937. Some issues were missed when the 4'/Innuals” Were being printed. JANU4Y 1937, the first annual subscription. The magazine became a Quarterly. DECEMBER 1937; by popular deurnd appeared the first of “The Sydney Bushwaker” in its present form, printed ca..1 the. duplicator, with a over designed by Alan Rigby. WE HAVEN'T MISSED A MONTH SINCE THEY:. THE..LONG I'VEEKEND. Yebla: (Upper Kangeroo River) Frank Leyden. had 16 on his camping trip. The weekend was 'rnerciorrtblo' for leChes and ,blackberribs :-.plenty of both. pleasant camp despite the rain. ELTE112E_EalEs : 27 at the camp led by Jack Gentle. Good swimming although fine on Monday _c=1/200LEa 11s : 'N1Dt'orised brigade cdmp. 8 plus sitors plus children “Now we've seen ever7thing”-, writes our repofter, “a group of bushwalkers including two ex-presidents, sitting around the camp fires in canvas chairs under umbrellas!” _ There were more SEW' s camped* dingmt the hill at The Page's place, 19. KONMUNG CAVALCADE (concluded) . lffia started this series with a…summary of KoWmung methodS-which tell the prospective Kowmunger Pll he want to know about theterrain and probable conditions. - - Then to the impression the rugged gorges made on the first S;B.6. party in 1933; then the experiences of the first Swimming-through-trip in 1937. P,addy Pallin followed their example at Easter 1940. Not much was heard of the Kawmung then until 1952, when the present' day techniques were first tried. Since then every Xmas has its Kowmungers. There are the leisurely parties who take their time and enjoy the scenery (and the food) to-the full. _lex Colley puts it neatly -April 1959. 'Slaw trip down the Kcwmung' - illustrated by Pam Baker. We were now approaching the biggest gorge on the Kowmung - our food depot at Iennigan's Creek'. Then there are the first lighthearted parties who combine a real love of nature with a certain amount of.,1thleticism. This is well documented by Carl Doherty in “Kawmung Capers: March 1960 - illustrated_by.Helen Barrett. “It was now decided to rope the packs to Ni-Ck,.jump into the turbulence of the left felland be carried out by its thrust, taking the pack; lowered by Mick as one swept by. Snow's masterful handling of the jumpinE is worth quoting. NThen Mick had the packs, Snow turned and said 'You go first, Helen,' and aside to us, 'We'll see if she comes up'. When she did come up Snow mumbled something about 'Better make certain' followed by 'You go naxt Evelyn', and as she broke the surface with all the grace of a porpoise he smiled and reported; 'It's quite safe. There are no snngs, and I guess it doesn't matter who goes next.'” Thi6 concludes our s-dries on Kowmung Cavalcade, but, conversely, we hope that theseries will never be- concluded. very- year has its Kowmungers. This year's parties should really have something to write-about. It's never too late. The National Parks Association of N. V. (Central Region) has advised that Te the Extraordinary General Meeting on. 28th November 1961, it was agreed that Group Membership will be discontinued. The circular cortimaes “Group Membership has failed to procure the large number of members, -which it was designed to do; and, it does not nearly pay for the journals, bulletins and meetings, as well as capitation fees of 2/6 per head to State Council. 20. 'The matter was brought before the General Mc-,eting at this time because of the imminent merging of the Caloola Club with the Central. Region will mean more and larger Bulletins ,…more- meetings and outings and the opportunity for all Llssociation members to tr lce part in coach trips. 'It is felt that the ordinary subscription of 15/,-i- -(Z1 for married couples) is quite reasonable, for What membersreceive from the Associatio- c:uite apart from. the fact that the mainobjective-'-of Membership is to support the work of the ssociation in order to -achieve riaor and better National Parks. - The present. Group Membershipswill continr until ',Tune _30,. 1962, when the N.P..:L.. hopes'. that all Group -1Viembera will become fully financial mumber6 of the Association FROM. TEE LA.UNCESTON MU= CLUB. “Narcissus Hut has been replaced by four large tenbs with accomodation for about- 30 people at a pinch. Pine Valley Hut. has been rereired Since -winter snows thttened it and is -now as good as ever. There is only room in Nichols Hut for about L. people. further hut has been built on the Lake St. Claire track about!1- miles south of' Narcissus. It has-been named the Echo Point Hut. It is capable , of holding about 6 or 8 people, but is by far and away the best hut in the Reserve. FOR ILL YOUR TR.LYSPORT. FROY. BLe-CKFEAITH - COM_ICT .11,.TSVIELL '3 TAXI TOURIST SMVICE RIM, -WRITE,. WE OR C21.LL 1-11\1Y HOUR - DAY CR NIGHT 'PHONE: B1scich6ath 1459 or 1N151 BOOKING OFFICE: L. doors from Gardners Inn Hotel (LOOK FOR TEE . NEON SIGN) SPEEDY 5 or 8 P ;.SSENGER- CARS AVAIL= LARGE OR ALL PARTIES CAT= FOR FARES; KANANGRA WAILS 30/ per head (minimum 5 passengers) PERRY 'S LOOKDOWN ” - 71.ii r-TENOLLUT STATE FOREST ; 20/- 'It II - Q/IN.JON PS FARM 12/6, . It It u WE WILL BE PLEASED TO QUOTE TRIPS OR SPEC= PARTIES ON APPLICATION