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--- 196910 [2016/04/23 09:39] – [The Fallen Idol] kennettj
+++ 196910 [2016/04/23 09:41] (current) – [From the Winborndale to the Turon] kennettj
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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.
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