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196910 [2016/04/11 08:47] – [A Wet Weekend] kennettj196910 [2016/04/23 09:41] (current) – [From the Winborndale to the Turon] kennettj
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 A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bushwalkers, Northcote Building, Reiby Place, 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** **Contents**
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 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. 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.
  
-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 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+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'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.
-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.+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. 
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 +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.  
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 +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.
  
 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., 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.,
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 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. 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 Yullo 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.+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. 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.
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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. 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. 
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 ====== The Fallen Idol ====== ====== 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 WiddenBrook, 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. 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. 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 squaremiles 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. 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. I pulled my sleeping bag over my head. I had made a separate peace.
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 ====== From the  Winborndale to the Turon  ====== ====== 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. 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 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. 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 CoxThere 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 CoxThere 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. 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 ====== ====== Observer ======
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 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. 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.
  
-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 murmerings 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+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 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. 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 togo back via the Woliondilly the next day. So up at seven+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 expectAfter 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. 
-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 expectAfter 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 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 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. 
-After taking our fill of the scenery, we dropped the 400' down + 
-to Belloon Pass. No one being enthused by the prospect of climbing +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
-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+
 and disturbing a few wallabies we eventually reached the Water Board Road. and disturbing a few wallabies we eventually reached the Water Board Road.
  
-It was here that we had arguments for and 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 tubedtyres. 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 +
-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 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. +
-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'+
-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 +
-to the road after this wandering section. The reward of our climb was the sight of a beautiful White Box in flower.+
  
-Back on the trail for a few miles and then Burnt Flat Creek and +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 
-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 +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 
-point. Other parts of it are exteemely steep. It eventually led us to the cars at 5 o'clock (still raining). +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. 
-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+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'
 + 
 +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 to the road after this wandering section. The reward of our climb was the sight of a beautiful White Box in flower. 
 + 
 +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 
 +point. Other parts of it are extremely 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 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. 
 + 
 +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. for Sydney, having enjoyed. our trip to Burragorang and its Walls despite a wet weekend.
-9. WAS @Milt* 064.0461, 4000. 
-- 
-erlin '4K7 
-re- 
-From Mike Feller & Ross WYborn 
---o0o-- 
  
-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 +
-1st Hear, MA Bathurst Street, Sydney +
-26.2685 +
-Os, +
-csit +
-goisireAttsj +
-20. 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? 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? 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? 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. 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 minority activity of bushwalking. That is to say, there have appeared on the scene, individuals with bushwalking parents. This newis 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.+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.
  
-As a product of the above system, I feel it ismy 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 and at least put them in a position where they can 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. "bushwalkerphobia". Once this stage is reached, the child is quite incapable of becoming a bushwalker.
  
-1. The Sandwich Syndrome: +1. The Sandwich Syndrome:\\ 
-This condition is likely to be found in any child subjected to +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.
-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 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.+
 In fact it will be found to have a noticeable inferiority complex, and indeed, it just refuses to be flogged. 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 +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.
-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. +
-2Q The Composition Complex:+
  
 +2 The Composition Complex:\\
 All bushwalkers' children will come in contact with the composition complex at one time or another. 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?"  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\\ Your child can either\\
-a) Cheat (This includes calling Your Cox trip "A Holiday in the Blue Mountains")+a) Cheat (This includes calling Your Cox trip "A Holiday in the Blue Mountains")\\
 or b) Refuse to go on holidays. 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+The second choice is obviously preferable and is the more likely for families specialising in Wet Easter Trips.
-30 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 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 +3 School Bag Schizophrenia:\\ 
-a) lose the satchel, or+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. 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. 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. Any child surviving this last treatment is beyond saving and would by psychologically unsuited to anything other than bushwalking anyway.
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