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 A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bushwalkers, Northcote Building, Reiby Place,
-Circular Quay, 2000.  Postal Address: Box 4476,GPO Sydney,
+Circular Quay, 2000.  Postal Address: Box 4476,GPO Sydney.
 **Contents**
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 |The Half Yearly General Meeting - Jim Brown |2|
 |At Last- Mount Pomany - Jim Brown |4|
-|Memorial Service for Taro	|9|
+|Memorial Service for Taro |9|
 |The Fallen Idol	|10|
-From the Winborndale to the Turon	11.
+|From the Winborndale to the Turon	|11|
-)41- iinfiR Isom
+|Observer - Bill Gillam |14|
-Ctserver	- Bill Gillam 14.
+|A Wet Weekend	- "Agonistes" |16|
-A Wet Week-end	- "Agonistes" 16.
+|Paddy's Ad.	|19|
-Paddy's Ad.	19.
+|From Your Club Psychiatrist|20|
-From Your Club Psychiatrist	20.
+|**EDITOR** | Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Rd, Engadine |
+|**BUS.MGR.**| Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford |
+|**TYPIST**| Dorothy Knightley, 17 Maharatta Ave, Wahroonga|
-EDITOR: Bill Gillam, 19 Old Bush Road, Engadine, 2233.
+**THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	October 1969**
-BUS. MANAGER: Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. TYPIST: Dorothy Khightley, 17 Mahratta Avenue, Wa1roonga,2076.
-**400CX*Xxx**
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	October 1969
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 In Federation Notes, Wilf Hilder said the proposed "Snow Survival" demonstration had been cancelled (probably-because there's not likely to be snow) but may held next year. A new fire road extends about 1.5  miles along the western ridge near St. Helena.
-Selection of a Reunion site for 1970 came next. Some one nominated the old Woods Creek venue which has seen us every year (with two exceptions) since 1952, but public opinion came down heavily for our own block in Kangaroo Valley, Bob Younger was voted ReUnion Convenor.
+Selection of a Reunion site for 1970 came next. Some one nominated the old Woods Creek venue which has seen us every year (with two exceptions) since 1952, but public opinion came down heavily for our own block in Kangaroo Valley, Bob Younger was voted Reunion Convenor.
 In tribute to the late Taro (Walter Tarr) who died just after his 90th birthday, we observed silence; then the announcement that a plaque would be placed at Clear Hill - details to be given later.
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 ====== At Last - Mount Pomany ======
-Jim Brown.
+Jim Brown
+During the winter of 1953, some years before a network of fire trails or military access roads were carved along the main ridge systems of the Northern Blue Mountains, I was out on a trip organised
+by Alex Colley from Putty via Mount Monundilla, Mount Coricudgy, Mount Uraterer and back to Putty. Somewhere along the bleak wind swept ridges between Monundilla and Coricudgy, we looked west and
+north to a group of high basalt crowns, and Alex remarked that it was still country fit for bushwalker exploration. Amongst the most prominent points north from the long crest of Coricudgy were a conical peak (Coriaday) and a flat-top (Pomany).
+From that time forward both Coriaday and Pomany became symbolic for me of the places that must some day be visited, and when some rather more informative maps became available, about ten years later, I planned an assault on the two high points, following a route from Nullo Mountain via Coricudgy, Coriaday, down into Widdin Brook, on to Pomany and back along the connecting ridge to Nullo. The attempt was made in heat wave conditions in January 1964, and Coriaday was reached, but the parched march along the ridge north of Coriaday proved almost too much, and once I managed to get down into the agreeable pastures of Widdin Brook, noting could persuade me to go up on to the equally torrid dry ridge along the western wall of Widden Valley. At least there was the satisfaction of being one of the first walkers to enjoy a joust with the approaches to that particularly lovely valley.
-During the winter of 19539 some years before a network of fire
+However, Romany still remained: other walkers playing around in Widden and its flanking mountains discovered the bridle track which runs north from Nullo, across a deep narrow saddle, past Mount Cox to Pomany: they also found a way up a creek on the western side of Widden which breaches the cliff wall just below and south of Pomany. At least, when I made my August 1969 trip, I knew that Pomany could be reached from Widden and that the way back to Nullo Mountain was fairly easy going. Which was just as well, because at the outset of the trip I was getting over a singularly loathsome head cold, and had scarcely enough wind to blow out candle.
-trails or military access roads were carved along the main ridge systems of the Northern Blue Mountains, I was out on a trip organised
-by Alex Colley from Putty via Mount Monundilla, Mount Coricudgy,
-Mount 10aterer and back to Putty. Somewhere along the bleak wind-
-swept ridges between Monundilla and Coricudgy, we looked west and
-north to a group of high basalt crowns, and Alex remarked that it was still country fit for bushwaiker exploration. Amongst the most
-prominent points north from the long crest of Coricudgy were a conical peak (Coriaday) and a flat-top (Pomany).
-From that time forward both Coriaday and Pomany became symbolic
-for me of the places that must some day be visited, and when some rather more informative maps became available, about ten years later, I planned an assault on the two high points, following a route from Nullo Mountain via Coricudgy, Coriaday, down into Widdin Brook, on to Pomany and back along the connecting ridge to Nullo. The attempt
-was made in heat wave conditions In January 1964, and Coriaday was
-reached, but the parched march along the ridge north of Coriaday
-proved almost too much, and once I managed to get down into the agreeable pastures of Widdin Brook, noting could persuade me to go up on to the equally torrid dry ridge along the western wall of Widden Valley. A:t least there was the satisfaction of being one of the first walkers to enjoy a joust with the approaches to that particularly lovely valley.
+Shortly before 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning I drove to the northern end of Nullo Mountain, and at the terminal property gate where the mail box carried a name "The Range", saw a trail turning sharply to the right. I was almost certain this was the way to Cedar Creek and Widdin, but decided to confirm it at the farm. It had been raining the previous day, the basalt soil was soft and sticky, the car's tyres carried a fat greasy deposit of mud, and there was no incentive to drive any further. After all, the further I drove now, the further to walk at the end of my planned circular route.
-However, Romany still remained: other walkers playing around in Widden and its flanking mountains discovered the bridle track which runs north from Icullo, across a deep narrow saddle, past Yount Cox to Pomany: they als found a way up a creek on the western side of Widden which breaches tie cliff wall just below and south of Pomany. At least, when I made my August 1969 trip, I knew that Pomany could be reached from Widden and tiat the way back to Nullo Mountain was fairly easy going. Which wai, just as well, because at the outset of the trip I was getting over a sgularly loathsome head cold, and had scarcely enough wind to blow out candle.
+The farmer said Yes, that was the way to Widdin, but why not leave the car inside his fence, where it may be safer. There were some dog traps to beware of on the first three miles of the Widdin trail. I also asked about the look down into Benjang Creek on the other side of Nullo, got directions, and spent best part of the next two hours visiting the vantage points. It's quite an attractive view, but was not really worth the two hours lost: having once gone down Benjang Creek a few years ago, I was interested to look into it from above.
-Shortly befo:-e 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning I drove to the northern end of Nullo Mountain, and at the terminal property gate where the mail loc.z carriea a name "The Range", saw a trail turning sharply to the right. I was almost certain this was the way to Cedar Creek and widdin, but decided to confirm it at the farm. It had been raining the previous day, the basalt soil was soft and sticky, the carts tyres carried a fat greasy deposit of mud, and t ere was no incentive to drive any further. After all, the further I drove now, the further to walk at the end of my planned circular route.
+Thus it was near enough to lunch when I parked inside the farmer's fence and turned towards Cedar Creek and Widdin. In fact I ate almost as soon as I was really on the way and then followed the jeep trail out along the ridge north from Nullo.
-The farmer said Yes, that was the way to Tiddin, but why not leave the car inside his fence, where it may be safer. There were some dog traps to beware of on the first three miles of the M.:lain trail. I also asked about the lookdown into Denjang Creek on the other side of Null, got directions, and spent best part of the next two hours visiting the vantage points. It's quite an attractive view, but was not really worth the two hours lost: having once gone down Denjang Creek a few years ago, I was interested to look into it from above.
-Thus it was near enough to lunch wheh I parked inside the farmer's fence and turned towards CodaY. Creek and Widdin. In fact I ate almost as soon as I was really on the way and then followed the jeep trail out along the ridge north from Nullo.
+It was quite easy pleasant going with some patched of grass covered volcanic soils and fairly open forest. At one point a wheel track veered sharply right and I was tempted to follow it, but elected to stay with the westerly trail. At three o'clock, just before the track entered a large grassy area with an outlying shanty, the trail forked again, and I became aware that a new creek was taking it rise in the centre of the ridge. The maps are quite inadequate (quarter inch to the mile) but it looked suspiciously like the head of Myrtle Creek, so I tried the right hand branch, found it led down to a dam, and came back to the clearing.
-It was quite easy pleasant going with some patched of grass covered volcanic soils and fairly open forest. At one point a wheel track veered sharply right and I was tempted to follow it, but elected
-to stay with the westerly trail. out three o'clock, just before the track enteroa a large grassy are a with an outlying shanty, the trail forked again, and I became aware that a new creek was taking it rise in the centre of the ridge. The maps are quite inadequate
+There I sat down for a brief spell, and went to sleep for half an hour. My barely cured cold and my early morning start from home were evidently catching up with me, and soon after going on at 3.45 p.m.,
-to the mi15) but it looked suspiciously like the head of Myrtle Cr.eelt, so I tried the right hand branch, found it led down to a dam, and came back to the clearing.
+I became intolerably tired. The weariness increased until it was such torment that I decided to stop for the night at the next water, even though my progress of only six or seven miles from the farm was most discouraging.
--Tere I Fat down for a brief spell, and went to sleep for half an hti Mybarely-Cured cold and my early morning start from home were evident,I3i catching up with me, and soon after going on at 3.45 p.m.,
-I lieCame izitolerably tired. The weariness increased until it was
+Dimly through my headache I was aware that I was going west of the supposed Myrtle Creek, and that I should never be able to drop into Cedar Creek as intended. I could scarcely have cared less. The track tilted downward through nice grassy country with light forest, then suddenly began to fall quickly into a rocky ravine where dissected ridges and rock faces glowing gold in the afternoon sun made it seem impossible that even a jeep track could get through. Just before five I came to the first water, threw up the tent, crawled into my sleeping bag and was asleep by 5.15. Apart from a midnight awakening and a snack of sardines and biscuits by torch light, I slept for almost thirteen hours, and awoke feeling wonderful.
-.such torM6nt-'tlat I decided to stop for the night at the next water, even though,my progress of only six or seven miles from the farm was most disCouraging.
-	Dimi3i- through my headache I was aware that I was going west of
-the supposed Myrtle Creek, and that I should never be able to drop into Cedar Creek as intended. I could scarcely have cared less.. The track tilted downward. through nice grassy country with light forest, then suddenly began to fall quickly into a rocky ravine where-disSected ridges and rock faces glowing gold in the afternoon sun made it
-Seem impossible that oven a jeep track could get through. Just before five I came to the first water, threw up the tent, crawled into my sleeping bag and was asleep by 5.15. Apart from a midnight awakening and a' snack of sardines and biscuits by torch light, I slept for almost thirteen hours, and awoke feeling wonderful.
+On the way before 7.0 a.m., the trail now crept down the gully, at times almost synonymous with the water course. After half an hour the valley widened, and the jeep trail was able to keep out of the creek most of the time, and an hour from camp I emerged into a lovely clearing, hemmed about by cliffs, with miles of grassland reaching ahead.
-On the way before 7,0 a.m., the trail now crept down the gully, at times almost synonymous with the water course. After half an hour the valley widened, and the jeep trail was able to keep out of the creek most of the time, and an hour from camp I-emerged into a lovely
+In the next hour before I passed the first farm, I was able to work out that I was certainly not in Cedar Creek which goes almost north until it is close to Widden Brook. This was probably Myrtle Creek (or Right Hand Flat) which joins Widden on an easterly courses. The assumption was confirmed when another stream and road entered on my right just before I came to Widdin at 10.0 a.m.
-clearing, hemmed about by	cliffs, -with miles of grassland
-reaching ahead.
-In the next hour before I passed the first farm, I was able to
+So far the morning had been cool and overcast, but gradually the sky was clearing, and by the time I was moving up Widdin Brook towards Holbrook property, there were wide streaks of blue sky, and sunlight
-work out that I was certainly not in Cedar Creek which goes almost
-north until it is close to Widden Brook. This was probably Myrtle
-	Creek (or Right Hand Flat) which joins Widden on an easterly courses
-the assumption was confirmed when another stream and road entered on my right just before I came to Tiddin at 10.0 a.m.
-So far the =nine had_ been cool and overcast, but gradually the
-sky was clearing, and by the time I was moving up Widdin Brook towards Holbrook property, there were wide streaks of blue sky, and sunlight
 on the lovely shaggy cliffs that flank the valley. The big decision was taken: as a concession to my feebleness, I would not do a reconnaissance up Blackwater Creek as planned, nor would I walk along the
-road up to Widdin. I would stay right down by the stream, crossing the paddocks and avoiding the occasional car and the well intentioned
+road up to Widdin. I would stay right down by the stream, crossing the paddocks and avoiding the occasional car and the well intentioned offers of a lift from its driver. Sufficient for the day to reach
-offers of a lift from its driver. Sufficient for the day to reach
+the point where I was to leave the valley and climb out to Mount Pomany.
-the point where I was to leave the valley and climb out to Mount Pomaay.
-Wilf Hilder once suggested that a basalt "spill" on the western side of the valley may give access to the range north of Pomany. I kept a lookout for it, and although I could not confirm that there was a basalt scree slope, there did appear to be at least one ridge
-that would "go" without rock climbing, I formed the opinion that it would leave a long trudge along the western wall,to reach Pomany, so decided to stick to my programme of getting out via the creek.
-About 3.0 p.me the outlet of Blackwater Creek and the big stud
-property of Holbrook were passed. I was on the opposite (western) bank, and continued on over easy grassland to pass the last farm in Widdin, about 1 miles further up. Just north of the property a
-creek comes in on each side of riddin; the one on the eastern side was my way into the valley in the 1964 heat wave trip; the western one was to be the way out this time.
-Quite early, only a little after 4 o'clock, I went up to the point where the creek issues from the ravine into the grassy slopes, and made a pleasant camp on one of the last level open patches amongst the casuarinas. A very comfortable and leisurely evening, disturbed only-by my reluctance to eat anything, and then another long peaceful sleep.
-The dawn again was grey and misty, but there was no menace in
-it  wishy washy blue was visible through the morning haze as I moved off at 6.45. Travel up the creek was very slow, although it was not particularly rough going. Usually one could keep up on the slopes where the vegetation was reasonable. The main stream came from the southerly gully, and this was the one I followed passing through the first cliffy defile about 8.0 a.m. Immediately it was obvious there
-were other cliffs to negotiate, and the creek which had levelled out a little, would go on to the south quite a long way.
-Not far past the defile, a side stream dropped in from my right
-(west); its bed was clearly very steep and rugged, 'out immediately
-beyond it the slope up to the base of the cliffs was fairly open and appeared to have been "scuffed' by the passage of animals. I clambered
-up to the cliffs  not very far  and there it was, a beautiful chimney, practically a walkup, almost right on the shoulder of the ridge reaching up from the creek junction. Almost certainly it was the way other
-..17
+Wilf Hilder once suggested that a basalt "spill" on the western side of the valley may give access to the range north of Pomany. I kept a lookout for it, and although I could not confirm that there was a basalt scree slope, there did appear to be at least one ridge that would "go" without rock climbing, I formed the opinion that it would leave a long trudge along the western wall to reach Pomany, so decided to stick to my programme of getting out via the creek.
-parties had climbed, out. Only had to take the pack off at one place and push it up eight feet to the next step, and. at 8.45 I was out of the gorge and on the upper slopes.
-"Upper slopes" can be a rather aMbiguous term in this country. Widdin is about 1200' above- sea level, the top of the cliff line say 2400', and the sandstone plateau about 2800'. However, on this sandstone bench the basalt tops are superimposed, rising another 800' or 1,000'. So Pomany, which looked so close at hand across the head of the side creek, stood anoth6r 1400' or 1500' above me, and in my debilitated condition, it took almost two hours before I could go any further. The total of four hours to climb up from Widdin Brook must be an all-time record for sloth.
-Unlike some- of the other basalt tops in the northern Blue Mountains (for instance Coriaday, werc the vegetation stops you seeing the view) Pomany is a good vantage point. Thin grasses and some
-scrub and small forest grow near the summit, but there are many places where uninterrupted views are to be had from the rim. It was still hazy, and the jumble of gorges and ridges to the north were all photographic possibilities, but over Widdin sunlight was glowing on the eastern cliffs.
-Visited the trig which is near the northern limit of the crest, and then went over the north western side, down a big basalt scree to the little clearing and the slab shanty which marks the end of the trail from Nullo. A very relaxed lunch there, savouring the satisfaction of rea8hing Pomany after all those yearso
-The- rest of th'e tale scarcely needs recounting, but it may be best to describe the'routo briefly for the benefit of any others who may go that way, There is a bridle track all the way to Nullo, but it does F;et a bit vague in spots, notably where it skirts the western side of Mount Cox, Phil Butt once said that it "goes downhill all the way to tho saddle north of Nullo". Being of feebler physique, I wouldn't call it "downhill all the way" but the undulations are not unduly severe. The track sidles a great deal to get the easiest going and finally twists down into the saddle between Mount Cox and the north-eadtern slopes of Nullo. I looked down affectionately into the gulf of.Hool 'em Boy Creek (what a cattle- duffers' name) the way out,whick I'd taken back in '64, and then made the long Gradual climb up to-gullo.
-Once on the rich basalt of Yullo anclunder the canopy of big trees, I felt back at home and was on the lopkout for the spring which gave me refreshment in the heat wave. -PaU, I missed it, as
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+About 3.0 pm the outlet of Blackwater Creek and the big stud property of Holbrook were passed. I was on the opposite (western) bank, and continued on over easy grassland to pass the last farm in Widdin, about 1 miles further up. Just north of the property a creek comes in on each side of Widdin; the one on the eastern side was my way into the valley in the 1964 heat wave trip; the western one was to be the way out this time.
-the bridle trail, still faint in spots, now winds along the eastern
-rim of Nullo. In fact, it was almost a waterless camp on Null, except for the puddle of semi-liquid yellow mud in a hole where a tree had been uprooted.
+Quite early, only a little after 4 o'clock, I went up to the point where the creek issues from the ravine into the grassy slopes, and made a pleasant camp on one of the last level open patches amongst the casuarinas. A very comfortable and leisurely evening, disturbed only by my reluctance to eat anything, and then another long peaceful sleep.
-Tuesday morning was fine, but the valley of Tiddin full of mist.
-Half an hour from starting, I came to the first property on the
+The dawn again was grey and misty, but there was no menace in it, wishy washy blue was visible through the morning haze as I moved off at 6.45. Travel up the creek was very slow, although it was not particularly rough going. Usually one could keep up on the slopes where the vegetation was reasonable. The main stream came from the southerly gully, and this was the one I followed passing through the first cliffy defile about 8.0 a.m. Immediately it was obvious there were other cliffs to negotiate, and the creek which had levelled out a little, would go on to the south quite a long way.
-eastern side of the mountain; the fields were still white with frost, and I broke the shoot of ice to get at the water in a horse trough.
-Then the clouds boiled up out of the gorges, and as I trudged back
+Not far past the defile, a side stream dropped in from my right (west); its bed was clearly very steep and rugged, out immediately beyond it the slope up to the base of the cliffs was fairly open and appeared to have been "scuffed' by the passage of animals. I clambered up to the cliffs  not very far  and there it was, a beautiful chimney, practically a walkup, almost right on the shoulder of the ridge reaching up from the creek junction. Almost certainly it was the way other parties had climbed, out. Only had to take the pack off at one place and push it up eight feet to the next step, and at 8.45 I was out of the gorge and on the upper slopes.
-along the road to the north end of the mountain, a Scotch mist driven by a cool damp wind settled over the high country. Just three days in elapsed time from arrival at the gate of "The Range" - at ten in the morning - I saw the track junction and the fence and the car emerge from the swirling fog.
+"Upper slopes" can be a rather ambiguous term in this country. Widdin is about 1200' above sea level, the top of the cliff line say 2400', and the sandstone plateau about 2800'. However, on this sandstone bench the basalt tops are superimposed, rising another 800' or 1,000'. So Pomany, which looked so close at hand across the head of the side creek, stood another 1400' or 1500' above me, and in my debilitated condition, it took almost two hours before I could go any further. The total of four hours to climb up from Widdin Brook must be an all-time record for sloth.
+Unlike some of the other basalt tops in the northern Blue Mountains (for instance Coriaday, where the vegetation stops you seeing the view) Pomany is a good vantage point. Thin grasses and some scrub and small forest grow near the summit, but there are many places where uninterrupted views are to be had from the rim. It was still hazy, and the jumble of gorges and ridges to the north were all photographic possibilities, but over Widdin sunlight was glowing on the eastern cliffs.
+Visited the trig which is near the northern limit of the crest, and then went over the north western side, down a big basalt scree to the little clearing and the slab shanty which marks the end of the trail from Nullo. A very relaxed lunch there, savouring the satisfaction of reaching Pomany after all those year so
+the rest of the tale scarcely needs recounting, but it may be best to describe thee route briefly for the benefit of any others who may go that way, There is a bridle track all the way to Nullo, but it does get a bit vague in spots, notably where it skirts the western side of Mount Cox, Phil Butt once said that it "goes downhill all the way to tho saddle north of Nullo". Being of feebler physique, I wouldn't call it "downhill all the way" but the undulations are not unduly severe. The track sidles a great deal to get the easiest going and finally twists down into the saddle between Mount Cox and the north eastern slopes of Nullo. I looked down affectionately into the gulf of Hool'em Boy Creek (what a cattle-duffers' name) the way out, which I'd taken back in '64, and then made the long Gradual climb up to Nullo.
+Once on the rich basalt of Nullo and under the canopy of big trees, I felt back at home and was on the lookout for the spring which gave me refreshment in the heat wave. I missed it, as the bridle trail, still faint in spots, now winds along the eastern rim of Nullo. In fact, it was almost a waterless camp on Null, except for the puddle of semi-liquid yellow mud in a hole where a tree had been uprooted.
+Tuesday morning was fine, but the valley of Widdin full of mist. Half an hour from starting, I came to the first property on the eastern side of the mountain; the fields were still white with frost, and I broke the sheet of ice to get at the water in a horse trough.
+Then the clouds boiled up out of the gorges, and as I trudged back along the road to the north end of the mountain, a Scotch mist driven by a cool damp wind settled over the high country. Just three days in elapsed time from arrival at the gate of "The Range" - at ten in the morning - I saw the track junction and the fence and the car emerge from the swirling fog.
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 Transport arrangements are (1) if travelling by private transport try to make arrangements with friends; however, if you have spare seats please contact Don Finch. (2) train to Katoomba, taxi to the ladder or Narrow Neck, return walk about 13 miles along the Narrow Neck fire trail. (3) train to Katoomba, then to the A.D. Cafe where people will be picked up in a Land Rover, this type of transport is limited and will be reserved for the more senior members.
-Please let Don Finch know if you require the third form of transport or for any other information. Don. Finch may be contacted in the Club Roams or via the secretary over the telephone.
+Please let Don Finch know if you require the third form of transport or for any other information. Don. Finch may be contacted in the Club Rooms or via the secretary over the telephone.
 ====== The Fallen Idol ======
-In fairness to Pat, I would have gone in any case. It was my weekend off, September -is an ideal time for walking ridges and it had been raining, so I imagined there would not be the stark necessity to find a way off the ridge before dark. I didn't have to be back at work until Tuesday and I had read Jim Brown's manuscript of an identical trip. If Jim, weakened by "loathsome flu" could get out of Widden. Brook, so could I. If Harrison could get me into it. When I returned early on Monday morning, I reread Jim's article and decided that it suffered, as advice to mariners, from the same defect as the .25 inch to the mile map, a certain vagueness, what a physicist blithely calls the line of test fit that tells you nothing of the next sixty vertical feet. It is all very well to be able to identify all the major peaks in 6,000 square miles of country, to see from eighty miles away where one suffered twenty years previously, on Cockroh, Losey and Mt. Royal, following a similarly vague map with far loss confidence in your leader. It is a feeling like the first sip of something you thought was coffee but turns out to be tea. You can live with it but make a mental note to be more careful next time.
+In fairness to Pat, I would have gone in any case. It was my weekend off, September is an ideal time for walking ridges and it had been raining, so I imagined there would not be the stark necessity to find a way off the ridge before dark. I didn't have to be back at work until Tuesday and I had read Jim Brown's manuscript of an identical trip. If Jim, weakened by "loathsome flu" could get out of Widden Brook, so could I. If Harrison could get me into it. When I returned early on Monday morning, I reread Jim's article and decided that it suffered, as advice to mariners, from the same defect as the .25 inch to the mile map, a certain vagueness, what a physicist blithely calls the line of test fit that tells you nothing of the next sixty vertical feet. It is all very well to be able to identify all the major peaks in 6,000 square miles of country, to see from eighty miles away where one suffered twenty years previously, on Cockroh, Losey and Mt. Royal, following a similarly vague map with far loss confidence in your leader. It is a feeling like the first sip of something you thought was coffee but turns out to be tea. You can live with it but make a mental note to be more careful next time.
-We started well. Pat's transport overtook me and we followed him. No hiding in service stations this time. We camped together, Pat sheltering from a freezing mist under a roadworker's caravan, myself on a mattress in the back of the truck. Billy Burke and Pat wandered around in suits, old style favoured by Bob Menzies, looking like local squires. All the transport crept up Null Mountain together. The usual after you through the farm gates. We left the cars together.
+We started well. Pat's transport overtook me and we followed him. No hiding in service stations this time. We camped together, Pat sheltering from a freezing mist under a roadworker's caravan, myself on a mattress in the back of the truck. Billy Burke and Pat wandered around in suits, old style favoured by Bob Menzies, looking like local squires. All the transport crept up Nullo Mountain together. The usual after you through the farm gates. We left the cars together.
 Mists rising, as Jim described. Cliffs appearing. Pat, wrist compass, chronometer, marsupial map holder all in position names the obvious peaks. This is the country and tomb of my ancestors. Confidence elation. The rock bridge to Mt. Cox is found  indeed if you don't find it you are nowhere man. It is the most perfect rock bridge  justification for the trip in itself. A long way down on one side to Widdin Brook, ten feet away a canyon that leads out, a long way to the north, past Gluey Gulf. I begin to have the first disloyal feelings, stirrings that we shall be coming back this way.
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 The track is obviously a cattle track from the Hunter to the west built up, graded sufficiently obscure for nefarious activities. It skirts Mt Cox, passing impressive balancing sandstone slabs, the foliage only slightly scratchy. Towards Pomany the only water is encountered, muddy, barely flowing, incredibly sweet. This is not where Pat has planned lunch. He is no match for the white ants. Two dried leaves, a flaring match is legitimately the start of a lunch fire. It is, after all, exactly midday. The oranges can wait for more desperate times.
-Pat assaults Pomany. Not a difficult task. There is an Alpine flora on top and the aforesaid 6000 square. miles of view. While the rest of us disport ourselves, Pat looks at his map for the thousandth time. There is no ready solace. Beneath the map, in his marsupial holder, there is an aerial photo on which I can't even see the abundant cliffs. Beneath the photo, a last resort, there is a preliminary contour map. The cliffs arc really black on this one.
+Pat assaults Pomany. Not a difficult task. There is an Alpine flora on top and the aforesaid 6000 square miles of view. While the rest of us disport ourselves, Pat looks at his map for the thousandth time. There is no ready solace. Beneath the map, in his marsupial holder, there is an aerial photo on which I can't even see the abundant cliffs. Beneath the photo, a last resort, there is a preliminary contour map. The cliffs arc really black on this one.
 We all descend the basalt sore: like the men of the Duke of York. Below the basalt there is scratchy foliage and a cliff. We sidle through more scratchifoija to a ridge. And another cliff. We look with more interest than hope over other cliffs and into deeper chasms. Pat is confused. I am not.	I know that I will can near the Pomany hut, rise late and retrace my steps along the rides.
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 I pulled my sleeping bag over my head. I had made a separate peace.
 ====== From the  Winborndale to the Turon  ======
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 When Alex Colley suggested a trip from Bathurst to Capertee across the Winborndale Rivulet and the Turon River, I knew that the temptation would. be too great to resist, although at the time I had not give him a definite answer. My army training had been done in the Infantry Battalion near St. Anthony's Creek (a tributary of the Winborndale or Winburndale as it is also spelt) and I had very pleasant memories of walks in the area whenever 1 had some spare time. In fact, the first day after I arrived at Bathurst we were taken on a groat 28 miler out along the Western Highway to Yetholme, around the Ovens Range, and than back to camp along the Winborndale. For many years nostalgia had been tugging at me, and consequently it did not take me very long to give Alex an answer in the affirmative.
-Friday night before the Labour Day Weekend saw five of us (Alex, John Scott, Gordon Redmond, Reg Meakins and myself) aboard the 7.00 p.m. train for Lithgow, whence we took a taxi to Napolean Reefs at the head of St. Anthony's Creek, or Green Swamp Creek as it is also known. Although we were in camp here at 11.30 p.m. and had the billies boiling on the fire, some of us stayed up yarning until 1,00 a.m on the Saturday morning. We were just far enough away from the road not to be troubled by the incessant roar of cars hurtling their way towards Bathurst and the motor racing there.
+Friday night before the Labour Day Weekend saw five of us (Alex, John Scott, Gordon Redmond, Reg Meakins and myself) aboard the 7.00 p.m. train for Lithgow, whence we took a taxi to Napoleon Reefs at the head of St. Anthony's Creek, or Green Swamp Creek as it is also known. Although we were in camp here at 11.30 p.m. and had the billies boiling on the fire, some of us stayed up yarning until 1.00 a.m on the Saturday morning. We were just far enough away from the road not to be troubled by the incessant roar of cars hurtling their way towards Bathurst and the motor racing there.
 Saturday morning was very clear after a crisp night and we were up and on the move by 7.00 am. The countryside was a picture of green, and as Spring comes later up here, the occasional Willow along
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 Below "Albany" we walked through open fertile paddocks until we came to the narrower, uncleared part which lies above and below the junction of Coolamigal and Cox's Creek. We had lunch above the junction. From here downstream we continually camp upon holes that the miners had dug a hundred years ago. The junction with the Turon was reached at 3.45 pm and we spent half an hour here listening to sales talk by a chap about the Yanks, and Germans, and others he takes out on High Safaris and other synthetic adventures.
-The Turon is a great walking river it is just like the best parts of the Cox, There are successive horseshoe bends and the result is that there are the largest flats you ever saw, all the way. You can camp anywhere and you can cross the river practically anywhere. You couldn't got a better river for walking.
+The Turon is a great walking river it is just like the best parts of the Cox. There are successive horseshoe bends and the result is that there are the largest flats you ever saw, all the way. You can camp anywhere and you can cross the river practically anywhere. You couldn't got a better river for walking.
 Our last camp was made at 5 pm and we were up again at 5.30 am next morning (Monday) and on our way by 7.30 am for about 8 miles of beautiful river walking before pulling out on a good ridge which got us back to the Mudgee road about mile from Capertee.
-A brief pause at the hostelry where three indulged fully, one partially indulged, and one completely abstained, than on to the Railway Station where we boiled the billies on the Stationmaster's fire before catching the 5.p.m. train for home.
+A brief pause at the hostelry where three indulged fully, one partially indulged, and one completely abstained, than on to the Railway Station where we boiled the billies on the Stationmaster's fire before catching the 5 p.m. train for home.
 ====== Observer ======
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 After last month's issue your observer was accused of becoming fanatical on the subject of native orchids. The accuser was wrong - I am fanatical. It is better to be vile than vile esteemed. Not that
-I have yet a definitive collection - orchid books, of which there are now many, illustrate two or three types and then add. NOT LISTED - about forty species. Botanically they are probably more prevalent than
+I have yet a definitive collection - orchid books, of which there are now many, illustrate two or three types and then add NOT LISTED - about forty species. Botanically they are probably more prevalent than
-most other wild flowers - this year on walks between southern Queensland and northern Victoria I seem to have been treading on a succession of flowering terrestials. I am still picking prickles from a shirt worn in bashing through lantana on a friend's property at Nathbour to find
+most other wild flowers - this year on walks between southern Queensland and northern Victoria I seem to have been treading on a succession of flowering terrestials. I am still picking prickles from a shirt worn in bashing through lantana on a friend's property at Nambour to find a tree with "two or three hundred" of the Brush Box variety of the Iron Bark Orchid (read that again). Obstinacy and fanaticism aren't synonymous; there are still two or three hundred somewhere in that lantana.
-a tree with "two or three hundred" of the Brush Box variety of the Iron Bark Orchid (read that again), Obstinacy and fanaticism aren't synonymous; there are still two or three hundred somewhere in that lantana.
-Local building blocks have been scrutinised for orchids sighted four or five years ago - one patch of a magnificent bearded orchid, a real Brothers Grimm type gnome and. beard, poked up its distinctive leaves no more than a fortnight before the bulldozers arrived.. Fires in rain forests from Queensland to the south coast have aehyarated and dislodged tree-growing forms which would die on the ground. My children, on long car trips, have ceased fighting each other to "case the joint" for specimens. During the September school holidays, we camped on Carrow Brook, near Singleton. The last dwelling, after 27 splash crossing was a grazier's hut. The boys, after eyeing an orange tree loaded with sweet fruit, hollered loudly to guard against surprise discovery. There was no one there. Called for tea they told
+Local building blocks have been scrutinised for orchids sighted four or five years ago - one patch of a magnificent bearded orchid, a real Brothers Grimm type gnome and beard, poked up its distinctive leaves no more than a fortnight before the bulldozers arrived. Fires in rain forests from Queensland to the south coast have dehydrated and dislodged tree-growing forms which would die on the ground. My children, on long car trips, have ceased fighting each other to "case the joint" for specimens. During the September school holidays, we camped on Carrow Brook, near Singleton. The last dwelling, after 27 splash crossing was a grazier's hut. The boys, after eyeing an orange tree loaded with sweet fruit, hollered loudly to guard against surprise discovery. There was no one there. Called for tea they told of an enormous clump of aendrobiums at the back door, as big as the truck and expounded an elaborate plan to reload the truck to remove the clump in one piece. Juvenile fanaticism, Lord of the Flies and all that.
-of an enormous clump of aendrobiums at the back door, as big as the truck and expounded an elaborate plan to reload the truck to remove
-the clump in ome piece. Juvenile fanaticism, Lord of the Flies and all that.
 In the past six months I have discovered, with other nameless fanatics that for twenty years I have only seen half the bush through which I walked; that in some places there is more orchid foliage than tree foliage and trees against which I have rested my weary back have been almost encased in cucumber leaved orchids. I never saw them. The distribution of species with respect to altitude, exposure, tree
 cover seems amazingly precise, the plant forms endlessly diverse and the flowers astonishing.
-In the adaptive evolutionary sense the plants are extremely specialised to ensure reproduction. Some depend on their ability to imitate the form of a specific wasp to induce living wasps to pollinate them, others "trigger" to enclose a wandering insect, still others
-.., MIOM
+In the adaptive evolutionary sense the plants are extremely specialised to ensure reproduction. Some depend on their ability to imitate the form of a specific wasp to induce living wasps to pollinate them, others "trigger" to enclose a wandering insect, still others have a throat just wide enough for a bee to enter if he brushes aside a pollen platelet before he roaches the nectar. The platelet is carried to the next flower until the bee has a collection on his noggin. Seed pods of the native cymbjdium have an estimated several million seeds in their pods of which one in perhaps one hundred million will lodge where conditions are suitable to establish a plant. Who could fail to be a fanatic?
-have a throat just wide enough for a boo to enter if he brushes aside
-a pollen platelet before. he roaches the nectar The platelet is carried to the next flower until the bee has a collection on his noggin. Seed pods of the native cymbjdium have an estimated several million seeds in their pods of which one in perhaps one hundred million will lodge where conditions are suitable to establish a plant who could fail to be a fanatic?
+All native orchids have an associated fungus; the epiphytes to convert captured leaves to food, the torrestlais to help the rudimentary roots store energy rapidly in the brief periods the green parts, often a single leaf, appear. One orchid, Dipoaum Or Hyacinth Orchid, has dispensed with chlorophyll altogether. It has a mauve stem and mauve and white flowers. Native Cymbidiums only occur naturally in standing decaying logs; in cut over forests they form tremendous plants with roots 30 to 41(:! foot lorzo Dedrobium tetragonum has four-sided leaf stems, geometrically precise, insists on growing upside down with the shiny side ..of the loaf downwards - complete contrariness. The bulbophyllums and monophyllums - single leaf or single bulb affairs range in size from a network of matchhead sized almost transparent bulbs to soft knobbly cones with five inch leavesQ Among the dendrobium speciossoma there are two main forms; a yellow flowered form growing on rocks and a white flowering form growing in trees, They hybridise readily; on the Kangaroo Valley land there is a specimen with alternate yellow and white flowers. Also growing at Kangaroo Valley are a host of the pencil orchid Dendrobiur strialatum, a few weeks ago the flowers of which were like stars against the moss covered rocks. A magnificent scent is not the least attractive part of the epiphytes.
-All native orchids have an associated fungus; the epiphytes to convert captured loaves to food, the torrestlais to help the rudimentary roots store energy rapidly in the brief periods the green parts, often a sirgle.leaf, ap7ear. One orchid, Dip0aUM Or Hyacinth _Orchid, has dispensed with chlorophyll altogether. It has a mauve stem and mauve and white flowers.' Native Cymbidiums only occur naturally in standing decaying logs; in cut over forests they form tremendous plants with roots 30 to 41(:! foot lorzo Dedrobium tetragonum has four-sided leaf stems, geometrically precise, insists on growing upside down with the shiny side ..of the loaf downwards - complete contrariness. The bulbophyllums and monophyllums - single leaf or single bulb affairs range in size from a network of matchhead sized almost transparent bulbs to soft knobbly cones with five inch leavesQ Among the dendrobium speciossoma there are two main forms; a yellow flowered form growing on rocks and a white flowering form growing in trees, They hybridise readily; on the Kangaroo Valley land there is a specimen with alternate yellow and white flowers. Also growing at Kangaroo Valley are a host of the pencil orchid Dendrobiur strialatum, a few weeks ago the flowers of which were like stars against the moss covered rocks. A magnificent scent is not the least attractive part of the epiphytes.
 The bright pigmented Glossodias or Tax lips in the autumn and the
 finger orchigs caladenias in blues, pinks and whites in spring, are a continual source of wonder. Less conspicuous among the torrestials are the Greenhoods and the associated green and red flowering forms.
-These form immense colonies on forest floors and multiply rapidly under cultivation. On the heath of the Kurnell headland, there is a green- hood pterostylis barbata 02 plumosa, with a trembling bearded tongue with a pendulum like knob on the end of the tongue. The tongue is about half an inch long. Growing among them is the Flying Duck Orchid, Cabana major. When you tire of trembling the tongue you can snap shut the sensitive ducks head. It is an exorcise as refreshing as worrying trigger plants.
+These form immense colonies on forest floors and multiply rapidly under cultivation. On the heath of the Kurnell headland, there is a green- hood pterostylis barbata 02 plumosa, with a trembling bearded tongue with a pendulum like knob on the end of the tongue. The tongue is about half an inch long. Growing among them is the Flying Duck Orchid, Cabana major. When you tire of trembling the tongue you can snap shut the sensitive ducks head. It is an exercise as refreshing as worrying trigger plants.
-It is also important to be amusing while educating
+It is also important to be amusing while educating.
 ====== A Wet Weekend ======
+by "Agonistes"
-by "Agonistes".
+The proposed trip was Mount Wanganderry (off the Wombeyan Caves Road), along the tops to Belloon Pass and down to the Nattai to camp. Then back up the Nattai and return to Mt. Wanganderry via the Surveyor's Crag.
-The proposed trip was Mount Wanganderry (off the.Wothbeyan Caves. Road), along the tops to Belloon Pass and down to the Nattai to camp. Then back up the Nattai and return to Mt. Wanganderry via the Surveyor's Crag.
-Friday night was place we had not gone strument panel. Sure don't have fan bolts) eventually yielded tocloudy. After transhipping at Barry Wallace's many miles when a red light showed up on the in,- enough, a broken V belt. (Not fan belt, V.W. TS is . The retaining nut was not easily loosened. but Barry's determination. Then came the problem of
+Friday night was cloudy. After transhipping at Barry Wallace's place we had not gone many miles when a red light showed up on the instrument panel. Sure enough, a broken V belt. (Not fan belt, V.W. TS's don't have fan belts).The retaining nut was not easily loosened but eventually yielded to Barry's determination. Then came the problem of positioning the new belt over the pulley wheels. Somehow or other, this was managed and we drove off in the light rain.
-positioning tho new belt over the pulley wheels. Somehow or other, this was managed and we drove off in the light rain.
-At Mittagong, we stopped at Mike Short's grandparents' cottage
+At Mittagong, we stopped at Mike Short's grandparents' cottage where we were plied with tea and toast made before an open fire. After thanking our hosts for their hospitality we set off again, turning into
-whore we were plied with tea and toast made before an open fire. After thanking our hosts for their hospitality we set off again, turning into
 the Wombeyan Caves Road, three miles out from Mittagong. After the tarred road had finished, there was a "New Work" dirt section which Barry thought was going to be fun to drive through on the return journey, if the rain kept up.
-On turning off the Caves Road we saw that Joan Rigby's party, which was going via wanganderry Greek and Rocky Waterhole's Creek to
-Hill Top, was about to bed down for the night. Joan warned us about the six inches of slush which lay on the road ahead. We were relieved to find that she had. been pulling our leg, and after opening and clos-
-ing five more gates, we eventually came to David Cotton's utility and tent, where we camped the night.
-We were up at 6.30 a.laa After much effort we produced a sizzling fire and were able to eat a sustaining breakfa et. Then off on the
-track.
-On climbing the big green hill we could see the little green hill from which we entered into what was left after the bushfire of last
-summer. We made good time until Pat Harrison pointed out that we should
-not be going west. After finding the right ridge we carried on. (Rain-
-ing). We then came to a confusing piece of country. Pat headed out
-along a west running ridge, Mike in another direction, to see what they could see. Pat returned with reports of the sighting of something vaguely resembling Bonnum Pic, but very obscure due to the mist. If it was indeed the peak, we knew just whore we weroa
-Fifteen minutes' walking confirmed all. We now entered the region of large outcrops of bare rock which made navigation impossible, but happily provided us with an overhang for a lunch spot. Two independent forays for water were both successful so we were able to make a large billy of tea.
+On turning off the Caves Road we saw that Joan Rigby's party, which was going via Wanganderry Greek and Rocky Waterhole's Creek to Hill Top, was about to bed down for the night. Joan warned us about the six inches of slush which lay on the road ahead. We were relieved to find that she had been pulling our leg, and after opening and closing five more gates, we eventually came to David Cotton's utility and tent, where we camped the night.
-(Raining). We set off after carefully dousing the fire. The prospective, Rhonda Willis, was very impressed by our solicitude.
-By this stage we had no idea where we wore. We came upon what we thought might be the headwaters of Coleman's Creek and skirted around them. .Apparently they were the headwaters of the creek before, Douglas Greek, because on heading north we found that we could go no further except by crossing a five hundred foot gully, this being Coleman's Creek.
+We were up at 6.30 am. After much effort we produced a sizzling fire and were able to eat a sustaining breakfast. Then off on the track. On climbing the big green hill we could see the little green hill from which we entered into what was left after the bushfire of last summer. We made good time until Pat Harrison pointed out that we should not be going west. After finding the right ridge we carried on. (Raining). We then came to a confusing piece of country. Pat headed out along a west running ridge, Mike in another direction, to see what they could see. Pat returned with reports of the sighting of something vaguely resembling Bonnum Pic, but very obscure due to the mist. If it was indeed the peak, we knew just where we wee.
-At three o'clock we reached the spot that we should have reached
-at one. Another hour (raining), daring which we were walking along the narrowest section of the Wanganderry Tableland, brought seditious murmerings from amongst the party. It was being said that a nice clry
+Fifteen minutes' walking confirmed all. We now entered the region of large outcrops of bare rock which made navigation impossible, but happily provided us with an overhang for a lunch spot. Two independent forays for water were both successful so we were able to make a large billy of tea. (Raining). We set off after carefully dousing the fire. The prospective, Rhonda Willis, was very impressed by our solicitude.
-overhang might be found nearby, where the party could camp, instead of having to set up tents and cook in the rain, The leader pretended
+By this stage we had no idea where we were. We came upon what we thought might be the headwaters of Coleman's Creek and skirted around them. Apparently they were the headwaters of the creek before, Douglas Creek, because on heading north we found that we could go no further except by crossing a five hundred foot gully, this being Coleman's Creek.
-that he hadn't heard and pushed on. However, the agitators persisted and at last, Pat, as their spokesman, suggested an endeavour to find a cave before darkeJs fell. Everyone seeing reason, we searched and, after
+At three o'clock we reached the spot that we should have reached at one. Another hour (raining), during which we were walking along the narrowest section of the Wanganderry Tableland, brought seditious murmurings from amongst the party. It was being said that a nice dry overhang might be found nearby, where the party could camp, instead of having to set up tents and cook in the rain, The leader pretended
+that he hadn't heard and pushed on. However, the agitators persisted and at last, Pat, as their spokesman, suggested an endeavour to find a cave before darkness fell. Everyone seeing reason, we searched and, after
 half an hour found a couple of adjacent overhangs at 341750. Here, most of us spent a very comfortable night.
-Not having reached our intended camp site, the Nattai, we decided to. go back via the Woliondilly the next day. So up at seven,
-to find a patch of blue in the sky. It was not there for long, though, so we weren't too optimistic about What weather to expect, After a leisurely breakfast we made our way up out of the east-running gully
+Not having reached our intended camp site, the Nattai, we decided to go back via the Woliondilly the next day. So up at seven to find a patch of blue in the sky. It was not there for long, though, so we weren't too optimistic about what weather to expect. After a leisurely breakfast we made our way up out of the east-running gully and out to the cliffs. The mist in the valley cleared to give us a splendid view of Lake Burragorang and the surrounding hills, fading into the Blue Mountains in the murky distance.
-and out to the cliffs. The mist in the valley cleared to give us a splendid view of Lake Durragorang and the surrounding hills, fading into the Blue Mountains in the murky distance.
-After taking our fill of the scenery, we dropped the 400' down
+After taking our fill of the scenery, we dropped the 400' down to Belloon Pass. No one being enthused by the prospect of climbing up again to the summit of Mt. Belloon, we made our way carefully downwards. It is hard to visualise a horse and dray going up the pass as in years gone by as now only a steep, rocky route remains.
-to Belloon Pass. No one being enthused by the prospect of climbing
-up again to the summit of Mt. Belloon, we made our way carefully downwards. It is hard to visualise a horse and dray going up the pass as in years gone by as now only a steep, rocky route remains.
+On dropping 500 we came to an old road which led to a clearing. In this area, recovering from the fires of summer, we found a pretty orange and red two petalled ground flower. Travelling cross country
-On dropping 500 we came to an old road which led to a clearing.
-In this area, recovering from the fires of summer, we found a pretty
-orange and red two petalled ground flower. Travelling cross country
 and disturbing a few wallabies we eventually reached the Water Board Road.
-It was here that we had arguments for ana against tubeless tyres.
+It was here that we had arguments for and against tubeless tyres. I know not why, the road wasn't all that bad. Barry had had an unfortunate experience with tubeless, Pat with tubed tyres. Despite the discussion, Barry and Pat remained true to their convictions.
-I know not why, the road wasn't all that bad. Barry had had an unfortunate experience with tubeless, Pat with tubed. tyres. Despite the discussion, Barry and Pat remained true to their convictions.
-Having become tired of the road, we headed down to the river. We didn't go across to Joorilands. Not because the river was up. Oh nol
+Having become tired of the road, we headed down to the river. We didn't go across to Joorilands. Not because the river was up. Oh no! But because it was close upon lunch time Lunch time was soon decreed
-But because it was close upon lunch time Lunch time was soon decreed
+by he rushing off to obtain a bucket of water to give us more incentive to halt. Not much incentive was needed though, as he had chosen a beautiful grassy spot with firewood handy, besides which the
-by he rushing off to obtain a bucket of water to give us more incentive to halt. Not much incentive was needed though, as he haa chosen a beautiful grassy spot with firewood handy, besides which the
+sun was shining; Dot didn't feel very hungry because at morning tea, she was one of the lucky recipients of seven ounces of Walnuts "crisp, sweet", graciously provided by the leader.
-sun was shining; Dot didn't feel very hungry because at morning tea,
-she was one of the lucky recipients of seven ounces of Walnuts "crisp, sweet", graciously provided by the leader.
+Reluctantly tearing ourselves away from the lunch spot, we followed the river upstream. It wasn't long to Bonnum Pic Creek and farm house "River Lodge" on the other side. We hadn't gone far along the nearby road when we were startled by rifle shots in our direction. Some fortunate (to escape) birds were also startled. Pat arrested the poachers' fire by means of a few earnest 'Hoys'.
-Reluctantly tearing ourselves away from the lunch spot, we followed. the river upstream. It wasn't long to Bonnum Pic Creek and farm-
-house "River Lodge" on the other side. We hadn't gone far along the
+It is every bit as quick and much more pleasant walking along the river downstream from Douglas Flat. Also the road is rather uncertain of the direction it wants to go in the vicinity of Bonnum Pic. Pat
-nearby road when we were startled by- rifle shots in our direction. Some fortunate (to escape) birds were also startled. Pat arrested the poachers' fire by means of a few earnest 'Hoys'.
+knew of a gully plus ridge below Fowlers Flat which would bring us on to the road after this wandering section. The reward of our climb was the sight of a beautiful White Box in flower.
-It is every bit as quick and much more pleasant walking along the river downstream from Douglas Flat, Also the road is rather uncertain of the direction it wants to go in the vicinity of Bonnum Pic. Pat
-knew of a gully plus ridge below Fowlers Flat which would bring us on
+Back on the trail for a few miles and then Burnt Flat Creek and up the road which was constructed, I suppose, because of the coal mine, long disused. The road has been replaced by a cavernous gulf at one
-to the road after this wandering section. The reward of our climb was the sight of a beautiful White Box in flower.
+point. Other parts of it are extremely steep. It eventually led us to the cars at 5 o'clock (still raining).
-Back on the trail for a few miles and then Burnt Flat Creek and
-up the road which was constructed, I suppose, because of the coal mine, long disused. The road has been replaced by a cavernous gulf at one
+Pat, who attended to the gates, was subject to an icy blast from the west has his numbed fingers grappled with chains and wires. We let Dave's higher riding Holden Utility carry most of the load back to Mittagong. This was just as well because the mud was quite deep on the "New Work" section of the road. It was a relief to get through to Charlie's Cafe where we had a clean-up and feed. Then down to Mike's grandparents again to tell them of the trip.
-point. Other parts of it are exteemely steep. It eventually led us to the cars at 5 o'clock (still raining).
-Pat, who attended to the gates, was subject to an icy blast from the west has his numbed fingers grappled with chains and wires. We let Dave's higher riding Holden Utility carry most of the load back to Vittagong. This was just as well because the mud was quite deep on the "New Work" section of the road. It was a relief to get through to Charlie's Cafe where we had a clean-up and feed. Then down to Mike's grandparents again to tell them of the trip.
+After Mr. Lee had shown us some of his bushwalking photos we left
--After Mr. Lee had shown us some of his bushwalking photos we left
 for Sydney, having enjoyed. our trip to Burragorang and its Walls despite a wet weekend.
-.	WAS @Milt*	064.0461, 4000.
--
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-From Mike Feller & Ross WYborn
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-DY PALLIN'S "BOGONG" SLEEPING BAGS: "These were the
-andara Bogong model sleeping bags made wider to contain half bags and down jackets.- They were kindly donated
-Paddy Pallin Pty. Ltd., 109a Bathurst Street, Sydney.
-A no time throughout the entire expedition did any membe
-z
- ve to use his half bag even when the temperature aropp low 0 F. (-3o F was the lowest temperature recorded),
-below freezing point. I personally, never had to use down jacket as well as my sleeping bag. "
-CONGRATULATE:
+====== The Evolution of a Unique Psychological Type ======
-The Australian Andean Expedition on their success, al
-d*
-jectives were attained including the climbing of 19 .pe i the Andes.
-The inspiration and motive force behind this expedit
-developed in the bushwalking and mountaineering activ
-is here in the Australian bush and mountains and the New aland Alps. This spirit of adventure is in all who by
-"ping, walking and climbing, activities that require led and.tested lightweight equipment, Paddymade equipm
-Buy your Paddymade gear and all your camping and el'
-gear from Paddy Pallin Pty. Ltd., 109a Bathurst Stree (Inv.
+A WARNING TO BUSHWALKING PARENTS!
-Phone 26-2685 Thee Adventure Shop. Latest catalogue w available.
-************
-PADDY PAWN
-lightweight Camp Gear
-st Hear, MA Bathurst Street, Sydney
-.2685
-Os,
-csit
-goisireAttsj
-.	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	October, 1969.
+From your Club Psychiatrist. Is your child normal? Does he refuse to go bushwalking\\
+a) because he plays sport on Saturday\\
+b) because it's boring?\\
+c) because he has B.O.?
-THE EVOLUTION OF A UNIQUE PSYCHOLOGICAL TYPE
+When made to wear old clothes, does he\\
- A WARNING TO BUSHWALEING PARENTS!
+a) try not to be seen?\\
-From your Club Psychiatrist. Is your child normal?
+b) cook them and eat them?\\
-Does he refuse to go bushwalking
-a) because he plays sport on Saturday
-b) because it's boring?
-c) because he has B.O.? When made to wear old clothes, does he
-a) try not to be seen?
-b) cook them and eat them?
 c) go naked?
-Does he refuse to collect firewood
-a) because his shoulders are sore?
+Does he refuse to collect firewood\\
-b) because he has to find a special beetle?
+a) because his shoulders are sore?\\
+b) because he has to find a special beetle?\\
 c) because his hands will got soiled?
-When told not to bump the side of the tent, does he
-a) jump up and down?
+When told not to bump the side of the tent, does he\\
-b) draw designs in the moisture?
+a) jump up and down?\\
+b) draw designs in the moisture?\\
 c) sleep outside to avoid the drips?
 If you can answer "yes" to these questions, then your child is relatively normal and you can be confident that he or she will never become a Bushwalker. If however, you answer "no" to any question, then your child may be in danger, and I advise you to observe the following notes.
-It appears that we have, for the first time, a phenomenon which has evolved uniquely as a byproduct of the comparatively recent minorityactivity of bushwalking. That is to say, there have
-appeared on the scene, individuals with bushwalking parents. This new	is trying to establish itself in a predominantly nonbushwalking environment, and. bushwalking parents should. be made aware of the severe psychological stresses which they are putting upon their children.
+It appears that we have, for the first time, a phenomenon which has evolved uniquely as a byproduct of the comparatively recent minority activity of bushwalking. That is to say, there have appeared on the scene, individuals with bushwalking parents. This new breed is trying to establish itself in a predominantly non-bushwalking environment, and bushwalking parents should be made aware of the severe psychological stresses which they are putting upon their children.
-.	THE SYDNEY DUSHWALKER	October, 1969;
-	,11=1=
+As a product of the above system, I feel it is my duty to enlighten parents and at least put them in a position where they can recognise the signs in their children which point to normal state,
-As a product of the above system, I feel it is. my duty to enlighten parents andat least put them in a position where they can
+"bushwalkerphobia". Once this stage is reached, the child is quite incapable of becoming a bushwalker.
-recognise the signs in their children which point to normal state,
-"bushwalkerphobia". Once this stage is reached, the child is quite incapable of :becoming a bushwalker.
+. The Sandwich Syndrome:\\
-. The Sandwich Syndrome:
+This condition is likely to be found in any child subjected to the trauma of a  healthy diet. At lunchtime, the school playground becomes a centre for hard bargaining for your child as he learns to barter his vitamin packed-raisin and honey or cheese and date sandwiches for another child's yummy (if teeth rotting) jam or lemon spread. But brown bread is, unfortunately, not, so easy to get rid of.
-This condition is likely to be found in any child sUbjected to
-the trauma of a Lial.-21-b. At lunchtime, the school playground
-becomes a centre for hard bargaining for your child as he learns to barter his vitaminpacked-raisin and honey or cheese and date sand-
-wiches for another child's yummy (if teeth rotting) jam or lemon spread. But brown bread is, unfortunately, not, so easy to get rid of.
 In fact it will be found to have a noticeable inferiority complex, and indeed, it just refuses to be flogged.
-Your child then, will find himself in a dilemma. He may try to
-overcome it by the method of "swapping centres", but it is inclined to get rather tedious at times  especially if the deal happens to be grated carrot and apple for hundreds and thousands.
-Q The Composition Complex:
-All bushwalkers' children_ Will-: come in 'contact with the composition complex at one time or another.
-Our exceedingly unimaginative school system ensures that after
-nine out of ten school holidays, the pupils will be required to write an essay entitled "idy Holiday". For the normal child whoP wont to
-Surfers Paradise or the Blowhole at Kiama, this presents no problems.
-For your child however, the situation is different. It makes no dif-
-ference whether he climbed Pigeonhouse or bludged on the Wollondilly. The reaction of his classmates will be the same, ranging from blank expressions to mild disbelief or the inevitable !where on earth is that?" Your child can either
-a) Cheat (This includes calling Your Coxtrip "A Holiday in the Blue Mountains")
-or b) Refuse to go on holidays
-The second choice is obviously preferable and is the more likely
-for families specialising in Wet Easter Trips,
-School Bag Schizophrenia:
-Typically, the parent will have stated that "no child of mine is going to have drooping shoulders, deformed back or a lopsided gait"
-.	TEE SYDNEY, BUSH1TALT22.	October, 1969.
-and, in a grand packcarrying prelude, will send. the child, off tO school harnessed to a bodybuilding, healthgiving satchel. This will bring mockery from the entire district ezd.cause the child to either
-a) lose the satchel, or
-b) lose his parents.
- If you fail to observe this phenomenon,. the only sure solution is to choose a rainy day when your child has left his rain gear at school, and proceed to send, the child off to school, in a CAPE GROUNDSIEET.
-Any child surviving this last treatment is beyond saving and would by psychologically unsuited to anything other than..bushwalking anyway,
+Your child then, will find himself in a dilemma. He may try to overcome it by the method of "swapping centres", but it is inclined to get rather tedious at times  especially if the deal happens to be grated carrot and apple for hundreds and thousands.
+The Composition Complex:\\
+All bushwalkers' children will come in contact with the composition complex at one time or another.
+Our exceedingly unimaginative school system ensures that after nine out of ten school holidays, the pupils will be required to write an essay entitled "My Holiday". For the normal child who went to Surfers Paradise or the Blowhole at Kiama, this presents no problems. For your child however, the situation is different. It makes no difference whether he climbed Pigeonhouse or bludged on the Wollondilly. The reaction of his classmates will be the same, ranging from blank expressions to mild disbelief or the inevitable "where on earth is that?"
+Your child can either\\
+a) Cheat (This includes calling Your Cox trip "A Holiday in the Blue Mountains")\\
+or b) Refuse to go on holidays.
+The second choice is obviously preferable and is the more likely for families specialising in Wet Easter Trips.
+School Bag Schizophrenia:\\
+Typically, the parent will have stated that "no child of mine is going to have drooping shoulders, deformed back or a lopsided gait" and, in a grand pack carrying prelude, will send. the child, off to school harnessed to a bodybuilding, health giving satchel. This will bring mockery from the entire district, causing the child to either\\
+a) lose the satchel, or\\
+b) lose his parents.
+If you fail to observe this phenomenon, the only sure solution is to choose a rainy day when your child has left his rain gear at school, and proceed to send, the child off to school, in a CAPE GROUNDSHEET.
+Any child surviving this last treatment is beyond saving and would by psychologically unsuited to anything other than bushwalking anyway.