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+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
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-THE SYDNEY BUSHIJALKER
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 A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards.
-POSTAL ADDRESS: Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, N.S.W. 2001. Meetings at the Club Room on Wednesday evenings after 7.30 p m. Enquiries regarding the Club - Mrs. Marcia Shappert, Tel. 30-2028.
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+Postal Address: Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, N.S.W. 2001.
-MARCH, 1973.
-Editor: Spiro Ketas, 104/10 Wylde Street, Potts Point, 2011.
+Meetings at the Club Room on Wednesday evenings after 7.30 p.m.
-Tel..357-1381 (Home)
-Typist: Kath Brown
+Enquiries regarding the Club - Mrs. Marcia Shappert, Te1.30-2028.
-Duplication: Mike Short.
-Business Manager: Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118.
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-IN THIS ISSUE:
-The February General Meeting by Jim Brown Page 2
+=====March 1973.=====
-Three Weeks Walking & Climbing in
-the Jotenheimen Region of Norway Dot Butler 4
+|**Editor**|Spiro Ketas, 104/10 Wylde Street, Pott's Point, 2011. Te1.357-1381 (Home)|
-Wooeford, Linden & Faulconbridge Marion Lloyd 10
+|**Typist**|Kath Brown|
-Paddy Pallin Advertisement  8
+|**Duplication**|Mike Short|
-Walks Secretary's Notes for April i1f Hilder 17
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118.|
-Report of Federation of Bushwalking
-Clubs Meeting - 20 February Phil Butt 18
+=====In This Issue:=====
-Why Do Walkers Walk ?  19
-S.B.W. Office Bearers - 1973  20
+| | |Page|
-Constitutional Amendment  21
+|The February General Meeting|Jim Brown| 2|
-Annual Subscription 1973  21
+|Three Weeks Walking & Climbing in the Jotenheimen Region of Norway|Dot Butler| 4|
-Mountain Equipment Advertisement  16
+|Woodford, Linden & Faulconbridge|Marion Lloyd|10|
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+|Walks Secretary's Notes for April|Wi1f Hilder|17|
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+|Report of Federation of Bushwalking Clubs Meeting - 20 February|Phil Butt|18|
-Page 2 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1973.
+|Why Do Walkers Walk?|?|19|
-THE FEBRU.ARY GENERAL MEETING. by Jill] 1:TrOW11..
+|S.B.W. Office Bearers - 1973| |20|
-The levels of attendance at General:Meetings are highly unpredictable,
+|Constitutional Amendment| |21|
-and just why we. had about 45 people at the beginning of the February meeting
+|Annual Subscription 1973| |21|
-(and-more later) is quite inexplicable, especially as there were no pressing issues to be discussed.
-Two new members, Kathie Stuart and James Hollingum were welcomed, while three who were originally admitted last year were still not present. Minutes were confirmed and Owen Marks recorded that he had. bought the after-meeting tea mugs authorised in January. Amongst a number of otherwise
+=====Advertisements=====
-routine items mentioned under Correspondence, it was advised that a pamphlet on the weather produced. by Dunlop Ltd. was being obtained in quantity for members (in a year when almost half a year's normal rainfall was registered in the first seven weeks, presumably the manufacturers of raingear may hope
-for a "killing"). Also in Correspondence was mention of a protest against
+| |Page|
-the Concorde aircraft being organised by the Nature Conservation Council.
+|Paddy Pallin| 8|
-The Treasurer, called to account, said that we had slightly increased our working funds during January to close the club year with $888 in the
+|Mountain Equipment|16|
-current funds.
-This brought us to the Walks Report, covering the period from mid,. January to the second week-end in February, and including three week-ends
+----
-of rather savage weather conditions. Wilf's account began With Don Finch's Cox's River/li-lo trip, with attendance of 19 (or was it 20?). The river was rather shallow, there was rain on Saturday, and Sunday was fine and
-hot. Pleasant relations were established with the local Water Board Ranger during an encounter on White Dog.
+=====The February General Meeting.=====
-Over the same week-end was Helen Gray's Bell and WollongaMbe Creeks li-b patrol, ten starters, of whom Laurie Quaken swam the whole of the gorge sections: and Roger Gowing had.7 people abseiling in the Kanangra area, Where John Campbell had a fall. He insisted on walking out, but his activities have since been curtailed during recovery. The day walk was an easy one led by Bill Hall in the Woronora country, 22 people showing
-up for the trip despite very warm conditions.
+by Jim Brown.
-On the week-end of 19-20-21 January Neville Lupton had about six people for a jaunt into the Wollemi Creek/Colo River - a rather hot weekend it was said, while Bob Hodgson leading a team of four did some abseiling in Danae Brook at Kanangra, and_ because they were few in number and travelling fast, completed it in one day and "did." Kalang on the Sunday. That was the day of Owen's Necropolis trip, when some 20 or 21 members saw "all the proper sights, but only one coffin you could look into".
-After it was over there was an odd incident in which police officers checked on the Grays and Gladys Roberts as suspected "larrikins".
+The levels of attendance at General Meetings are highly unpredictable, and just why we had about 45 people at the beginning of the February meeting (and more later) is quite inexplicable, especially as there were no pressing issues to be discussed.
-Lack of fuel for the cars inhibited some of the Australia Day weekend plans, Ray Hookway and George Catchpole being compelled to cancel
-plans for trips at Kanangra and in the Brindabella country respectively,
+Two new members, Kathie Stuart and James Hollingum were welcomed, while three who were originally admitted last year were still not present. Minutes were confirmed and Owen Marks recorded that he had bought the after-meeting tea mugs authorised in January. Amongst a number of otherwise routine items mentioned under Correspondence, it was advised that a pamphlet on the weather produced by Dunlop Ltd. was being obtained in quantity for members (in a year when almost half a year's normal rainfall was registered in the first seven weeks, presumably the manufacturers of raingear may hope for a "killing"). Also in Correspondence was mention of a protest against the Concorde aircraft being organised by the Nature Conservation Council.
-March, 1973'.
-Page 3
+The Treasurer, called to account, said that we had slightly increased our working funds during January to close the club year with $888 in the current funds.
-while David Cotton deferred hi g trip one week. Don Finch's Pretty Beach camp was held, and the Rigbys, with a fuel supply from Canberra, saved the day for the Sydney-siders. However wet conditions prevailed all Saturday and Sunday, and after a sing-song going through to 2.0 a m. on Monday that turned out a lovely day.
-The first week-end of February was very hot and humid, with greatly swollen streams following the rains of the previous fortnight. Notwithstanding this, Frank Taeker and 20 people took to the top of the Grose Valley, finding washouts around Mt. Victoria and electing to leave the valley via the Grand Canyon trail. It was not known whether David Cotton's deferred trip (and altered to the Megalong area) went, but Alan Pike had a team of about 10 down Arethusa Canyon, where the stream seemed no higher than it was on several previous occasions, and the heat of the day made it less shivery. Of the two day walks, Kath Brown had 12 out to Burning Palms and found it very oppressive on the return via Palm Jungle. They met Jim Callaway who was the only S.B.W. taking part in the Bundeena-Lilyvale canter, accompanied by two C.B. C. members.
+This brought us to the Walks Report, covering the period from mid-January to the second week-end in February, and including three week-ends of rather savage weather conditions. Wilf's account began with Don Finch's Cox's River/li-lo trip, with attendance of 19 (or was it 20?). The river was rather shallow, there was rain on Saturday, and Sunday was fine and hot. Pleasant relations were established with the local Water Board Ranger during an encounter on White Dog.
-The great wet continued on the following week-end and understandably David Rostron cancelled his Bungonia Creek descent (too much water). The
-same applied to day walks to be led by Wilf Hilder (Colo) and Sam Hinde (Otford area), and there was no information as to whether Rod Peters Nattai River venture, or Nancy Alderson's day walk from Gleribrook, got off the ground.
+Over the same week-end was Helen Gray's Bell and Wollongambe Creeks li-lo patrol, ten starters, of whom Laurie Quaken swam the whole of the gorge sections: and Roger Gowing had 7 people abseiling in the Kanangra area, where John Campbell had a fall. He insisted on walking out, but his activities have since been curtailed during recovery. The day walk was an easy one led by Bill Hall in the Woronora country, 22 people showing up for the trip despite very warm conditions.
+On the week-end of 19-20-21 January Neville Lupton had about six people for a jaunt into the Wollemi Creek/Colo River - a rather hot weekend it was said, while Bob Hodgson leading a team of four did some abseiling in Danae Brook at Kanangra, and because they were few in number and travelling fast, completed it in one day and "did" Kalang on the Sunday. That was the day of Owen's Necropolis trip, when some 20 or 21 members saw "all the proper sights, but only one coffin you could look into". After it was over there was an odd incident in which police officers checked on the Grays and Gladys Roberts as suspected "larrikins".
+Lack of fuel for the cars inhibited some of the Australia Day weekend plans, Ray Hookway and George Catchpole being compelled to cancel plans for trips at Kanangra and in the Brindabella country respectively, while David Cotton deferred his trip one week. Don Finch's Pretty Beach camp was held, and the Rigbys, with a fuel supply from Canberra, saved the day for the Sydney-siders. However wet conditions prevailed all Saturday and Sunday, and after a sing-song going through to 2.0 a.m. on Monday that turned out a lovely day.
+The first week-end of February was very hot and humid, with greatly swollen streams following the rains of the previous fortnight. Notwithstanding this, Frank Taeker and 20 people took to the top of the Grose Valley, finding washouts around Mt. Victoria and electing to leave the valley via the Grand Canyon trail. It was not known whether David Cotton's deferred trip (and altered to the Megalong area) went, but Alan Pike had a team of about 10 down Arethusa Canyon, where the stream seemed no higher than it was on several previous occasions, and the heat of the day made it less shivery. Of the two day walks, Kath Brown had 12 out to Burning Palms and found it very oppressive on the return via Palm Jungle. They met Jim Callaway who was the only S.B.W. taking part in the Bundeena-Lilyvale canter, accompanied by two C.B.C. members.
+The great wet continued on the following week-end and understandably David Rostron cancelled his Bungonia Creek descent (too much water). The same applied to day walks to be led by Wilf Hilder (Colo) and Sam Hinde (Otford area), and there was no information as to whether Rod Peters Nattai River venture, or Nancy Alderson's day walk from Glenbrook, got off the ground.
 Federation doings reported by Ray Hookway have already been covered in the February magazine, and it remained only to deal with a couple of miscellaneous matters. The President advised of several offices falling vacant at the Annual Meeting, and Don Finch said Reunion planning was under control. Dot Butler referred to the Door-Knock to be held late in February by the Parks & Wildlife Foundation, and a suggestion was raised that weak swimmers should make sure the party knew of their shortcomings before tackling deep rivers.
-Wilf Hilder mentioned further depredations by the petty thieves who tend to break into cars parked at Blue Mountain resorts, particularly, it seemed, on wet week-ends, and said the new issue of the Blue Mountains/ Burragorang Tourist sheet was merely a reprint with colours of the old
+Wilf Hilder mentioned further depredations by the petty thieves who tend to break into cars parked at Blue Mountain resorts, particularly, it seemed, on wet week-ends, and said the new issue of the Blue Mountains/Burragorang Tourist sheet was merely a reprint with colours of the old
 version.
-Then it was finish, finish, finish at about 9.25 p m.
+Then it was finish, finish, finish at about 9.25 p.m.
-*********x
-Page 4 THE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER March, 1973.
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-moor
-THREE WEEKS WALKING & CLIMBING IN THE JOTENIITIMEN
+=====Three Weeks Walking & Climbing In The Jotenheimen Region Of Norway.=====
-REGION OF NORWAY. by Mot Butler.
-We met, as arranged, in the railway waiting room at Oslo; the Putts
+by Dot Butler.
-fresh (very) from rural England and myself (not so fresh, especially the socks) from a climbing holiday in Switzerland with Ross and Margriet WYborn and Rona. You all know the Wozziborn keenness for climbing - in four
-days we had made. 4 ascents all in the 13,000 ft./14,000 ft. bracket: the
+We met, as arranged, in the railway waiting room at Oslo; the Putts fresh (very) from rural England and myself (not so fresh, especially the socks) from a climbing holiday in Switzerland with Ross and Margriet Wyborn and Rona. You all know the Wozziborn keenness for climbing - in four days we had made 4 ascents all in the 13,000 ft./14,000 ft. bracket: the Finsterhorn, the South Peak of the Eiger, the Monk and the Jungfrau - and this session with the Putts looked like being a nice restful holiday in peaceful surroundings.
-Finsterhorn the South Peak of the Eiger, the Monk and the Jungfrau - and
-this session with the Putts looked like being a nice restful holiday in peaceful. surroundings.
+We caught the 10 p.m. night train from Oslo to Otta, with my 3-week Eurail Pass timed to expire next day. (Full marks to whoever thought up the Eurail pass. You travel 1st Class, at about half-price, almost anywhere in Europe and don't have to suffer the trauma of trying to make yourself understood at foreign ticket offices; all you do is get on or off a train anywhere you like until your ticket expires.)
-We caught the 10 p m0 night train from Oslo to Otte,' with my 3-week
-Eurail Pass timed to expire next day. (Full marks to whoever thought up the Eurail pass. You travel 1st Class, at about half-price, almost any.-
+The guard woke us about 3 a.m. as the train pulled into Otta in the cold and sparkling darkness and we had 5 hours to snooze, the Putts in the heated waiting room and myself out on a nearby grassy slope, till the bus was ready to depart on its 6-hour run to Turtogrö. Originally Colin had planned the trip to __end__ at Turtogrö, but discovered, only when he reached Norway, that the bus would cease to run in about a week's time, so if we wanted to get out eventually we would need to do the trip in reverse. This posed a problem as we had tentatively arranged to have Margriet Wyborn meet up with us, and how were we to let her know to do the trip in reverse? We wrote her a letter explaining all and left it with the station master at Otta, with a graphic description of Margriet as a tall blonde Nederlandska girl with a large pack and an ice-axe. He promised to look out for her when she got off the train and pass the letter over. We also left a similar letter with the bus driver, propped up above his dashboard and addressed WYBORN in large black letters. As the driver didn't speak English we got a woman passenger who did to fill him in on the urgency of contacting Margriet.
-where in Europe and don't have to suffer the trauma of trying to make yourself understood at foreign ticket offices; all you do is get on or
-, off a train anywhere you like until your ticket expires.)
+That done, we settled down to enjoy the bus ride through the beautiful Scandinavian countryside with its small, well-kept farms, neat villages and healthy looking people.
-The guard woke us about 3 a m. as the train pulled into Otta in the cold and sparkling darkness and we had 5 hours to snooze, the Putts in the
-heated waiting room and myself out on a nearby grassy slope, till the bus was ready to depart on its 6-hour run to Turtogr8. Originally Colin had planned the trip to end at Turtogr8, but discovered, only when he reached Norway, that the bus would cease to run in about a week's time, so if we
+Turtogrö is nothing but a tourist hotel, but as the tourist season officially ended about 10 days ago the place was completely deserted. As we got off the bus and shouldered our packs the local passengers watched with interest. We were extremely heavily laden with a fortnight's food plus climbing and camping gear, including a 1946 kerosene primus, in fact Putto looked like this (see next page), causing a Norwegian boy to remark; "Ah, you haf brought supplies for the winter?"
-wanted to get out eventually we mould need to do the trip in reverse.
-This posed a problem as We had tentatively arranged to have Ehrgriet WYborn meet up with us, and how were we to let her know to do the trip in reverse? We wrote her a letter explaining all and left it with the station master
-at Otta, with a graphic description of Hargriet as a tall blonde Nederlandska girl with a large pack and an ice-axe. He promised to look out for her when she got off the train and pass the letter over. We also left a similar letter with the bus driver, propped up above his dashboard and addressed_ "MORN in large black letters. As the driver didn't speak English we got a woman passenger who did to fill him in on the urgency
-of contacting Margriet.
-That done, we settled down to enjoy the bus ride through the beautiful Scandinavian countryside with its small, well-kept farms, neat villages and healthy locking people.
-TurtogrB is nothing but a tourist hotel, but as the tourist season
-officially ended about 10 days ago the place was completely deserted. As we got off the bus and shouldered our packs the local passengers watched with interest. We were extremely heavily laden with a fortnight's food plus climbing and camping gear, including a 1946 kerosene primus, in fact Putto lodked like this (see next page), causing a Norwegian boy to remark;
-"Ah, you haf brought supplies for the winter?"
 We spent the few remaining hours of afternoon light trudging up valley, to camp in the last clump of silver birch before the tree-line ended.
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
-March, 1973.
+The weather was perfect and with wood for a campfire, life was very pleasant. Next day, again in warm and sunny conditions, we pushed on deeper into the wild country, climbing gradually to a high pass, then down into another remote valley, again to camp below in the trees. The ranges on either side, 4,000 to 7,000 ft. high, show the massive scouring of primeval glaciers, and it is not difficult to picture the whole terraine locked under the final ice-cap which the sagas of the old Norsemen foretold would mark the end of the world:
-Page 5
-The weather was perfect and
+"Grass and blood, the strife of life\\
-With wood for a campfire, life was very pleasant. Next day, again in warm and sunny con-
+Is an interlude which soon must pass.\\
-ditions, we pushed on deeper into the wild country, climbing
+All will go back - relapse to rock\\
-gradually to a high pass, then down into another remote valley, again to camp below in the trees. The ranges on either side, 4,000 to 7,000 ft0 high, show the
+Under the shawl of the ice-caps,\\
-massive scouring of
+The cape which night will spread to cover\\
-primeval glaciers, and it is not difficult to picture the whole terraine locked under the final ice-cap which the sagas of the old Norsemen
-foretold would mark the end of the world:
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-;
- On the third day,
-sauntering along in the
-glorious sunshine of late
-afternoon, we noticed a wide
-white circle developing around the sun. Reading this as probably some sort of ominous weather sign
-vi began to look for some more substantial shelter than our two l lb. nylon tents. Three-quarter
-way up towards the next high pass we saw a great tipped heap of mine
-tailings and decided to make for it and camp in its vicinity so we could. make a rapid dash into the mine tunnel in the event of dirty
-weather suddenly blowing up. We thought it was possibly a gold mine, but long time deserted. On reaching it we found it was liberally
-sprinkled with a substance worth more than gold to us, namely 700D.
-!
-"Grass and blood, the strife
-of life
-Is an interlude which soon
-must pass.
-All will go back - relapse to rock
-Under the shawl of the
-ice-caps,
-The cape which night will
-spread to cover
 The World when the living flags are furled."
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-Page 6 TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALICER March, 1973.
+On the third day, sauntering along in the glorious sunshine of late afternoon, we noticed a wide white circle developing around the sun. Reading this as probably some sort of ominous weather sign we began to look for some more substantial shelter than our two l 1/2 lb. nylon tents. Three-quarter way up towards the next high pass we saw a great tipped heap of mine tailings and decided to make for it and camp in its vicinity so we could make a rapid dash into the mine tunnel in the event of dirty weather suddenly blowing up. We thought it was possibly a gold mine, but long time deserted. On reaching it we found it was liberally sprinkled with a substance worth more than gold to us, namely WOOD.
-Tha-fe -were old-dytahite boxes- labelled "SPRINGSTOFF"; whieh- bet it- was! - also sleepers, mine-props and so on. We pitched our flimsy tents out on the tailing heap with a wildly exciting view down valley where the mountain witches were stirring up their cauldrons of evil weather.
-Soon we had a huge bonfire which kept us so warm we didn't care that the wind was steadily rising. in velocity, and the moon was being obscured by wild wisps of torn cloud.
+There were old dynamite boxes labelled "SPRINGSTOFF", which you bet it was! - also sleepers, mine-props and so on. We pitched our flimsy tents out on the tailing heap with a wildly exciting view down valley where the mountain witches were stirring up their cauldrons of evil weather. Soon we had a huge bonfire which kept us so warm we didn't care that the wind was steadily rising in velocity, and the moon was being obscured by wild wisps of torn cloud.
-All night long our tents flapped, sounding like a sailing clipper in
-the roaring 40's,.but we were snug inside with our sleeping bags pulled up to our eyebrows. About 5 a m. Colin got up and made a dash for the mine entrance. Inits shelter he lit a fire and soon we had breakfasted and packed up in readiness for an early start. We left about 40 lbs.
+All night long our tents flapped, sounding like a sailing clipper in the roaring 40's, but we were snug inside with our sleeping bags pulled up to our eyebrows. About 5 a.m. Colin got up and made a dash for the mine entrance. In its shelter he lit a fire and soon we had breakfasted and packed up in readiness for an early start. We left about 40 lbs. weight of provisions behind as Colin was developing blisters from new boots and an 80 lb. pack was beginning to be a bit of a burden. We had only about 7 miles to go to the Olavsbu hut and to come back in the afternoon for a second load would be no great effort. As we set out the wind was at our backs but it soon dropped as the sun rose, and here was another perfect day. The track now skirted a long chain of lakes, so perfect in their mirror surface that the mountain peaks reflected in them were images of unbelievable clarity. About midday we reached the hut, located in a sunny position on the hillside by a small upland lake. We had lunch, and leaving Jane to organise the food and housekeeping, Colin and I dashed back for the second load. By now an afternoon breeze was ruffling the lake surfaces; they were an intense blue, but all reflections had vanished. Two hours back to the mine, ten minutes to pack the food, then two hours back to the hut to find Jane preparing a mighty meal.
-weight of provisions behind as Colin was developing blisters from new boots and an 80 lb. pack was beginning to be a bit of a burden. We had
-only. about 7 miles to go to the Olavsbu hut and to come back in the afternoon for a second load would. be no great effort. As we set out the wind was at our backs but it soon dropped as the sun rose, and here was another perfect day. The tracknow skirted a long chain of lakes, so perfeot in their mirror surface that the mountain peaks reflected in them were images of unbelievable clarity. About midday we reached the hut, located in a
+We awoke to another perfect day. "It never rains in Norway at this time of the year," a girl had told us in the bus. We quoted this gleefully, but with bated breath nevertheless in case some perverse weather god might like to take us down a peg or two. There were plenty of mountains around just calling out to be climbed but we spent a whole day just lying in the sun and having a bit of prussiking practice over a 20 ft. troll boulder on the hillside, Putto, as usual, thinking up all sorts of innovations to make the job easier (such as knots at 1 ft. intervals on the prussic slings so they could be used as etriers for the final pull over the top of the boulder or lip of the crevasse if that's what you were really prussiking out of). Jane and I later took a walk up a distant ridge while Colin stayed back doctoring his blisters, in readiness for the big climbing programme we had in mind. But the weather now took a hand. We had only one fine day, then the snows started. For three days we were hut-bound. We read everything we could find in the English language, then started on the Norwegian notices pinned up in the hut. Before long we had managed to decipher most of them, Jane being particularly clever in this regard. Sometimes the object to which the notice was attached helped - the "Bokspresser" for example, this being a gadget like a gigantic pair of pliers with which you squashed your tins flat before throwing them on the rubbish heap. It made the old bushwalker couple-of-stones look pretty primitive. We also wrote up our diaries and I even started a letter to the Bushwalkers:
-sunny position. on the hillside by- a small upland lake. We had lunch,
-and leaving Jane to organise th6'food and housekeeping, Colin and I dashed back for the second load. By now an afternoon breeze was ruffling the
+"22nd Sept., 1972.
-lake surfaces; they were an intense blue, but all reflections had
-vanished. Two hdurs back to the mine, ten minutes to pack the food, then two hours back to the hut to find Jane preparing a mighty meal.
-We -awoke to another perfect day. "It never rains in Norway at this time of the year,." a girl had told us in the bus. We quoted this gleefully, but with bated breath 'nevertheless in case some perverse weather god might like to take us down a peg or two. There were plenty of mountains around just calling out to be climbed but we spent a whole day
-just lying in the sun and having a bit of prussiking practice over a
-ft. troll boulder on the hillside, Putto as usual, thinking up all
-sorts of innovations to make the job easier (such as knots at 1 ft.
-intervals on the prussic slings so they could be used as etriers for the final pull over the tbp of the boulder or lip of the crevasse if that's
-what you were really prussiking out of). Jane and I later took a walk up a distant ridge while Colin stayed back doctoring his blisters, in
-readiness for the big climbing programme We had in mind. But the weather now took a hand. We had only one fine day, then the snows started. For
-three days we were hut-bound. We read everything we could find in the English language, then started on the Norwegian notices pinned up in the hut. Before long we had managed to decipher most of them, Jane being particularly clever in this regard. Sometimes the object to which the notice was attached helped - the "Bokspresser" for example, this being
-a gadget like a gigantic pair of pliers with which you squashed your tins
-flat before throwing them on the rubbish heap. It. made the old bush- walker couple-of-stones look pretty primitive. We also wrote up our
-diaries and I even started a letter to the Bushwalkers:
-Page 7 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1973.
-nd Sept., 1972.
 Dear S.B.W.s,
-Here we are, two Putts and a Butler, sitting in our sleeping bags
-in the Olavsbu Hut in Norway, a few miles from the Arctic Circle. It is the autumnal equinox. Outside the snow is piling up against the walls and the wind is howling through the wire rigging of the little-house. We are surrounded by cod's roe (in tins) and potet pur6 (dehy. spuds to the uninitiated). The summer foot-tourists have eaten all other supplies in the hut and departed for the winter, leaaing,the world to cod's roe and to us. Up on the range off Hjolkedalst (7,000 ft.), which we traversed the day before the snows started, we found reindeer nests in sheltered mossy hollows under the rocks, and shed antlers which Colin was reluctant to leave behind as he could made knife-handles out of them. Little brown and white birds were collecting in flocks, sensing instinctively that the
+Here we are, two Putts and a Butler, sitting in our sleeping bags in the Olavsbu Hut in Norway, a few miles from the Arctic Circle. It is the autumnal equinox. Outside the snow is piling up against the walls and the wind is howling through the wire rigging of the little-house. We are surrounded by cod's roe (in tins) and potet puré (dehy. spuds to the uninitiated). The summer foot-tourists have eaten all other supplies in the hut and departed for the winter, leaving the world to cod's roe and to us. Up on the range off Mjolkedalst (7,000 ft.), which we traversed the day before the snows started, we found reindeer nests in sheltered mossy hollows under the rocks, and shed antlers which Colin was reluctant to leave behind as he could make knife-handles out of them. Little brown and white birds were collecting in flocks, sensing instinctively that the time for migration to Africa has arrived.
-time for migration to Africa has arrived.
-Jotenheimen, the district we are in (about on a level with Iceland --further north than the southern tip of Greenland) means the Home of the Giants. Every bit of country which isn't still under glacier looks as though it recently was. As we came up the valley from Turtogr6 the white ice of the Jostedalsbreen loomed above the near ranges. The Jostedal Glacier is the largest in Europe. Here it was that Scott, preparing for his final Expedition to the South Pole, tested his crude tractors, and here
+Jotenheimen, the district we are in (about on a level with Iceland - further north than the southern tip of Greenland) means the Home of the Giants. Every bit of country which isn't still under glacier looks as though it recently was. As we came up the valley from Turtogrö the white ice of the Jostedalsbreen loomed above the near ranges. The Jostedal Glacier is the largest in Europe. Here it was that Scott, preparing for his final Expedition to the South Pole, tested his crude tractors, and here too, that the great Nansen advised him to take dogs, saying, "When a dog dies you eat him or the other dogs eat him, but when a tractor dies it is just a heap of useless metal lying in the snow." Scott, of course, disregarded this advice, with fatal results.
-too, that the great Nansen advised him to take dogs, saying, l'When a do3wm dies you eat him or the other dogs eat him, but when a tractor dies it is just a heap of useless metal lying in the snow." Scott,of course, disregarded this advice, with fatal results.
 Margaret Wyborn was to have met up with us three days ago but as yet we have not seen her. We hope she is not lost out in the blizzard and the blow, out in the snizzard and the snow. We have left notes for her on all likely places, such as bridges and notice boards, but we fear the snow will have covered them.
-When the *iather clears we hope to go to a place called Pigg-gravi to climb one of the largest mountains in Norway (Galdh8ppigen). Pig-gravy
-is about 2 days march from here and the new snow is covering all the marker-cairns so it should be fun. The great danger here is falling into
+When the weather clears we hope to go to a place called Pigg-gravi to climb one of the largest mountains in Norway (Galdhöppigen). Pig-gravy is about 2 days march from here and the new snow is covering all the marker-cairns so it should be fun. The great danger here is falling into a lake; the whole fabric of the country is lakes held together by thinly-carved ranges scattered with troll-boulders. Blueberries can be gathered by the kilogram everywhere in the valley-bottoms, but once they have been frozen they are no longer edible. The air is clean, cool, sparkling breathable stuff unknown to the rest of Europe.
-a lake; the whole fabric of the country is lakes held together by thinly- carved. ranges scattered with troll-boulders. Blueberries can be gathered by the kilogram everywhere in the valley-bottoms, but once they have been
-frozen they are no longer edible. The air is clean, cool, sparkling breathable stuff unknown to the rest of Europe.
+Here come PEOPLE!! No time to write more...."
-Here cane PEOPLE!! No time to write more.......
-The newcomers turned out to be a group of young Norwegian mountaineers, mostly schoolteachers. They all spoke English and we had a great time fraternising and drinking together from the flowing bowl - "Skbl, to the Norsemen, "Sktill as we upended our heady drinks. One Sigurd took us
+The newcomers turned out to be a group of young Norwegian mountaineers, mostly schoolteachers. They all spoke English and we had a great time fraternising and drinking together from the flowing bowl - "Sköl, to the Norsemen, Sköl!" as we upended our heady drinks. One Sigurd took us outside in a period of clear weather and pointed out green Lake Gjende where the young Peer Gynt, in Ibsen's story, dreamt he played with the reindeer.
-Page 8 THE SYDNEY BUSH-VIA-UM March; 1973.
-Lightweigfit caniping gear.
+The weather had now cleared, so we climbed the high peak of Mjolkedalst (2,136 m.), Colin and Jane going up a long gradual ridge and myself choosing a much more vertical but nevertheless easy face. We all came down this way after a good reconnaissance on the summit.
-LIGHTWEIGHT TENTS FOR ALL CONDITIONS
-All 'Paddymade' tents are made with utmost care
+On 24th (Sunday) the schoolteachers had to think of departing for Otta, but were determined ta get in another climb before they went. So we all climbed Sjogholst (29142 m.). Towards the top there turned out to be some difficult climbing in the new snow, but eventually we all got to the top. The Norwegians didn't carry ice axes or ropes, and most seemed to wear only a type of sandshoe with a deep tread. Putto thought a rope was desirable in some of the dangerous spots and Jane was glad of it.
-to stand up to rigorous conditions. They are
-supplied with nylon cords and have overlapped
+On 25th we all left the Olavsbu hut heading for a place on the map called Leirvasdbu. The lightly-equipped Norwegians were much faster than we were so soon all we could see of them were their footprints in the snow, and those of their little dog who must have had a cold time of it, ploughing along belly-deep in the drifts. Leirvasdbu was another one of those tourist hotels, and nothing else, standing all alone in the wild country. A couple of cleaning-women were tidying up after the departure of the summer guests and they gave us permission to camp close by in a grassy meadow.
-doors at both ends.
-The Nadgee tent, of standard green Jarpara, is
+Colin and Jane put up their tent, but I was charmed by a little saeter, or herdsman's hut, with two of its walls made of stone and the rest of it excavated into the living hillside. It had a turf-covered roof with flowers growing through the grass, and a manger inside. I spent quite some time cleaning it up. I threw some broken bottles and empty tins and other hardwear under the manger, then made up my bed therein, padding it with grass to fill up the cracks. After dinner by our campfire outside the Putts retired to their tent and I to my manger. I laid me down on the hay in my sleeping bag, when suddenly the whole thing collapsed and I landed, in the pitch dark, on all the broken bottles and tins. There was a scream of uncontrolled laughter from the Putt tent, which continued in spasmodic bursts while I reorganised myself on the ground amidst the shattered ruins of my bed.
-similar to the famous 'Era' model, but 7'6" in
-length (6 inches longer than the standard 3 man
+Next day we had a lovely walk down valley to Spiterstulen, coming across herds of reindeer pasturing among the grass and blueberries. The largest buck with the greatest number of points to his antlers was in charge of the herd and kept separating the young males when they seemed to be getting too friendly with the does.
-tent) and with zip doors. The De-Luxe Nadgee
-tent offers the bonus of Stormtite Japara and
+We camped down valley from the Spiterstulen Inn, by a clump of trees on the banks of the river, and within view of Hellsbugahö (pronounced Hell's Bugger Ho.! - don't blame me, it's not my fault).
-sewn in nylon floor; closed on one end with vent
-and hood cover, sewn-in mosquito net with zip
+Galdhöpiggen (2,460 m) is the highest peak in the district. On 27th we set out early to climb it despite signs of bad weather coming up. We reached one of its subsidiary peaks (Svellnosi 2,053 m) and as the weather still hadn't been bad enough to turn us back we continued on towards our goal. As we gained height and reached an exposed ridge a howling wind, which Colin estimated at Gusting Force 9, hit us and kept on blowing Jane and me over. So close to our peak we were determined not to give in. Willi-willis of snow and sago hail would come whirling over the snow slopes. Jane and I would press ourselves against rocks or low to the ground till they blew over, then struggle on. At last we stood on Keilhaus Topp (2,351 m) and saw a fierce knife-edge ridge of blue ice disappearing away towards the true summit of Galdhöpiggen. That was enough. We were unroped, so we turned back within 100 metros of our goal. It will still be there next year, when Colin and Jane plan another trip to the Jotenheimen.
-opening, and zipped door closure. 7'6" x 5' x 4'6".
-KIANDRA MODEL
+That was the finish to the mountaineering. Followed a long road-bash next day which took us out to a little township where we connected with an unexpected bus that was still running, and so back to Otta, then train to Oslo where we spent a day looking at the old Viking ships and the historic "Fram" and the "Kon-Tiki", all housed in fine style around the waterfront. Putto also looked around at other vessels, as he is still determined to buy one and bring it back to Australia for future adventuring.
-Hooded bag. Extra well
-filled. Very
+Next day the Putts left for England and I spent another week in Norway, visiting Bergen up north where the fishing populace comes down to the beaches to sing hymns at night, and together with a young American lass I did a fjord trip with the mail boat (the tourist boats all stop running when "the season" comes to an end, abruptly, at the end of August). This was mighty, and I would strongly recommend Norway to Bushwalkers who will find there the nearest to the freedom of Australia that they are likely to find in any country of Europe.
-compact.
-Approx 3%lbs.
+__Footnote__: Margriet Wyborn came into the area, didn't connect with any of our messages, consequently didn't meet us, and after three days around Otta, bad weather chased her back to her relatives in Holland.
-HOTHAM MODEL
-Super warm
+----
-box quilted. Added leg
-MOM.
+=====Paddy Made.=====
-Approx 41Albs.
-SUPER LIGHT MODEL
+Lightweight bushwalking and camp gear.
-Half the
-weight and packed size of regular bags. 9" x 51.4" dia. 2lbs.
+===Lightweight tents for all conditions.===
+All 'Paddymade' tents are made with utmost care to stand up to rigorous conditions. They are supplied with nylon cords and have overlapped doors at both ends.
+The Nadgee tent, of standard green Jarpara, is similar to the famous 'Era' model, but 7'6" in length (6 inches longer than the standard 3 man tent) and with zip doors. The De-Luxe Nadgee tent offers the bonus of Stormtite Japara and sewn in nylon floor; closed on one end with vent and hood cover, sewn-in mosquito net with zip opening, and zipped door closure. 7'6" x 5' x 4'6".
+__Bunyip Rucksack.__ This 'shaped' rucksack is excellent for children. Useful day pack. Weight 14 ozs.
+__Senior Rucksack.__ A single pocket, shaped rucksack. Suitable for overnight camping. Weight 1 1/2 lbs
+__Bushman Rucksack.__ Have sewn-in curved bottom for extra comfort in carrying. Will hold 30 lbs. 2 pocket model 1 1/4 lbs. 3 pocket model 1 1/2 lbs.
+__Pioneer Rucksack__ is an extra large bag with four external pockets and will carry about 40 lbs of camp gear. Weight 2 1/4 lbs.
+__Kiandra model__: Hooded bag. Extra well filled. Very compact. Approx 3 3/4 1bs.
+__Hotham model__: Super warm box quilted. Added leg room. Weight 4 1/2 lbs.
+__Superlight model__: Half the weight and packed size of regular bags. 9" x 5 1/2" dia. 2 lbs.
 Everything for the bushwalker, from blankets and air mattresses, stretchers, boots, compasses, maps, books, stoves and lamps to cooking ware and freeze dried and dehydrated foods.
-BUNYIPRUCKSACK
-. .
+Paddy Pallin.
-This 'shaped' i-ucksack is excellent for children. Use- full day pack. Weight 14ozs.
-'SENIOR RUCKSACK
+Liverpool St., Sydney. 26-2686, 61-7215.
-A single pocket, shaped rucksack. Suitable for overnight camping. Weight 11/21bs.
-BUSHMAN RUCKSACK
+----
-Has sewn-in curved bottom
- for extra comfort in carrying.
- Will hold 30Ibs. 2 pocket model 114lbs. 3 pocket
-model 11/2lbs.
-PIONEER RUCKSACK
-Extra large bag with four external pockets and will carry about 40Ibs of camp gear. Weight TAlbs.
-LIVERPOOL ST. SYDNEY 26-2686 61-7215
-Page 9 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1973
-outside in a period of clear weather and pointed out green Lake Gjende where the young Peer Gynt, in Ibsen's story, dreamt he played with the reindeer.
-The weather had ziow cleared, so we climbed the high peak of Njolkedalst (2,136 m.), Colin and Jane going up a long gradual ridge and myself choosing 'a much more vertical but nevertheless easy face. We all came down this way after a good reconnaissance on the summit.
-On 24th (Sundpy) the schoolteachers had to think of departing for Otta, but were determined ta get in another climb before they went.
-So we all climbed Sjogholst (29142 m.). Towards the top there turned
-out to be some difficult climbing in the new snow, but eventually we all got to the top. The Norwegians didn't carry ice axes or ropes, and
-most seemed to wear only a type of sandshoe with a deep tread. Putto thought a rope was desirable in some of the dangerous spots and Jane was
-glad of it.
-On 25th we all left the Olavdbu hut heading for a place on the map called Leirvasdbu. The lightlyequipped Norwegians were much faster
-than we were so soon all we could see of them were their footprints in
-the snow, and those of their little dog who must have had a cold time
-of 1t9 ploughing along bellydeep in the drifts. Leirvasdbu was another one of those-tourist hotels, and nothing else, standing all alone in the wild country. A couple of cleaningwomen were tidying up after the departure of the summer guests and they gave us permission to camp close by in a grassy meadow.
-Colin and Jane put up their tent, but I was charmed by a little saeter, or herdsman's hut, with two of its walls made of stone and the rest of it excavated into the living hillside. It had a turfcovered
-roof with flowers growing through the grass, and a manger inside. I
-spent quite some time cleaning it up. I threw some broken bottles and empty tins and other hardwear under the manger, then made up my bed therein, padding it with grass to fill up the cracks. After dinner by our campfire outside the Putts retired to their tent and I to my manger. I laid me down on the hay in my sleeping bag, when suddenly the whole thing
-collapsed and I landed, in the pitch dark, on all the broken bottles and tins. There was a scream of uncontrolled laughter from the Putt tent,
-which continued in spasmodic bursts while I reorganised myself on the ground amidst the shattered ruins of my bed.
-Next day we had a lovely walk down valley to Spiterstulen, coming across herds of reindeer pasturing among the grass and blueberries. The largest buck with the greatest number of points to his antlers was in
-charge of the herd and kept separating the young males when they seemed to be getting too friendly with the does.
-We camped down valley from the Spit erstulen Inn, by a clump of trees on the banks of the river, and within view of Hellsbugab (pronounced Hell's Bugger Ho.! don't blame me, it's not my fault).
-Page 10 THE SYDNEY BUSH-WALKER March, 1973#
-Galdh8piggen (2,460 m) is the highest peak in the district. On 27th we set out early to climb it despite signs of bad weather coming up. We reached one of its subsidiary peaks (Svellnosi 2,053 m) and as the weather still hadn't been had. enough to turn us back we continued on towards our goal. As-we gained height and. reached an exposed ridge a howling wind, which Colin estimated at Gusting Force 9, hit us and kept on blowing Jano,and me Over. So close to our peak we were determined not to give in. of snow and sago hail would cane whirling over the snow slopes. Jane and I would press ourselves against
-rocks or low to the ground till they blew over, then struggle on. At last we stood On Keilhaus Topp (29351 m) and saw a fierce knife-edge
-ridge of blue ice disappearing away towards the true summit of'Galdh8piggen. That was enough. We were unroped, so we turned back within 100 metros of our goal. It will still be there next year, when Colin and Jane plan another trip to the Jotonheimen.
-That was the finish to the mountaineering. Followed a long road- bash next day which took us out to a little township where we connected with an unexpected bus that was still running, and so back to Otte., then train to Oslo where we spent a day looking at the old Viking ships and
-the historic "Pram" and the "Kon-Tiki", all housed in fine style ar6und the waterfront. Put-to also looked around at other vessels, as ho is
-still determined to buy one and. bring it back to Australia for future adventuring.
-Next day -the Putts left for England and I spent another week in Norway, visiting Bergen up north whore the fishing populace comes down
-to the beaches to sing hymns at night, and together with a young Amorican lass I did a fjord trip with the mail boat (the tourist boats all stop
-running when "the season" comes to an end, abruptly, at the end of August). This was mighty, and I would strongly recommend Norway to Bushwalkers who will find there the nearest to the freedom of Australia that they are likely to find in any country of Europe.
-Footnote: Margriot Wyborn came into the area, didn't connect with any of our messages, consequently didn't moot us, and after three days around
-Otte., bad weather chased her back to her relatives in Holland.
 WOODFORD, LINDEN AND FAULCONBRIDGE.
 by Marion Lloyd.