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197812 [2016/03/20 21:14]
kennettj [Social Notes for January]
197812 [2016/04/13 03:38] (current)
richard_pattison
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 by Dot Butler. by Dot Butler.
  
-Earlier in the week there was Dave Rostron urging Spiro: "Came ski-touring. Don't go on that Whidden ​Brook trip; it's boring. ​ Nothing but farmlands and scratchy sera." But here we have Spiro as one of the starters when the five cars converged late on Friday night on the common near Nullo Mountain out from Rylstone. The Bob Parks carload cunningly sought out a shelter shed while the others erected tents on the wet grass.+Earlier in the week there was Dave Rostron urging Spiro: "Came ski-touring. Don't go on that Widden ​Brook trip; it's boring. ​ Nothing but farmlands and scratchy sera." But here we have Spiro as one of the starters when the five cars converged late on Friday night on the common near Nullo Mountain out from Rylstone. The Bob Parks carload cunningly sought out a shelter shed while the others erected tents on the wet grass.
  
 After an early breakfast we drove about 30 km to our starting point. Earlier parties had taken their cars some miles through the farm belonging to Mr. Merritt, but we left ours outside the property and walked through mud and thistles up a marshy hillside heading for a fire-trail that ought to be "​somewhere up there"​. Our co-leaders Craig and Christine Austin had gone over to the owner'​s house to pay their respects but no one was home so they rejoined the mob, now about half a mile off course. Having taken a wrong turning at a gate we rambled round paddocks for half an hour, climbing through the same barbed wire fence two or three times. About 10 o'​clock we stopped half an hour for morning tea then moved on smartly for hours. After an early breakfast we drove about 30 km to our starting point. Earlier parties had taken their cars some miles through the farm belonging to Mr. Merritt, but we left ours outside the property and walked through mud and thistles up a marshy hillside heading for a fire-trail that ought to be "​somewhere up there"​. Our co-leaders Craig and Christine Austin had gone over to the owner'​s house to pay their respects but no one was home so they rejoined the mob, now about half a mile off course. Having taken a wrong turning at a gate we rambled round paddocks for half an hour, climbing through the same barbed wire fence two or three times. About 10 o'​clock we stopped half an hour for morning tea then moved on smartly for hours.
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