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+===== Easter 1982. =====
 by Dot Butler.
-Easter 1981 in the Bendethera area under the combined leadership of on Finch and Doane Wyborn had been such a fantastic trip even though they had led us a 15 km fire-trail bash with 3,000 ft of ups and downs the first day, that when another trip with the same leaders was progrpmmed for Easter
-there were 27 starters.
+Easter 1981 in the Bendethera area under the combined leadership of Don Finch and Doone Wyborn had been such a fantastic trip even though they had led us a 15 km fire-trail bash with 3,000 ft of ups and downs the first day, that when another trip with the same leaders was progrpmmed for Easter 1982 there were 27 starters.
-Cars arrived at the Thursday night's campsite at Currumbene Creek at
-times varying from 4 pm (Bob Younger, retired, with all day to do it in) to
+Cars arrived at the Thursday night's campsite at Currumbene Creek at times varying from 4 pm (Bob Younger, retired, with all day to do it in) to the last arrivals around 2 am Friday. A hazard for this car driver was the sight of a green bundle pegged down in the middle of the road. Could it be young Steve under his flysheet not expecting anyone else, or else oblivious to the fact that the lovely piece of flat ground he had found unoccupied was in fact the road?
-the last arrivals around. 2 am Friday. A hazard for this car driver was the sight of a green bundle pegged down in the mi,ddle of the road. Could it
-be young Steve under his flysheet not expecting anyone else, or else oblivious to the fact that the lovely piece of flat ground he had found unoccupied was
+We were all up early Friday morning and breakfasted by 7.30 am. Then all the cars took off, to be parked at Jim Dempsey's which was to be the finishing point of our walk - a very clever arrangement. But the really clever part was that Don had arranged for the school bus to bring all the drivers back again to join their party who meanwhile had walked on to the farm at Emu Flat and spent a pleasant hour talking to the owner and his wife. When the bus was spied approaching Joan Rigby sprinted across and opened the gate for them, so they arrived in our midst like the V.I.P. party they were.
-in fact the road?
-We were all up early Friday morning and breakfasted by 7.30 am. Then
+So now we were away, across the grassy flats of Snowball's Boggy Flat and so an to lunch at Breakfast Creek. Then we followed Breakfast Creek downstream as it dropped very rapidly through a whole series of waterfalls. Joan, following her map, found herself followed by half the party. They finished up half a kilometre up a side creek with a very steep drop below them. The other half, urged along by Don with the stockwhip, sidled around waterfalls and ended up at the junction of Breakfast Creek and Joan's side Creek. Much shouting ensued to collect the party together so they could be counted by Don for the umpteenth time. Loud grizzles from the mob who had been brought down from their height just to be counted, because actually we now had to go on up their side creek. Here we were to find an alleged large open campsite south of Mt. Dampier. It proved to be certainly large and open but there were complaints that it was not a campsite. We had all carried water but here we found some in a little gully up on a ridge. Future parties should note this. It was a great night, and we even had a sing-song of sorts.
-all the cars took off, to be parked at Jim Dempsey's which was to be the finishing point of our walk - a very clever arrangement. But the really
-olever part was that Don had arranged for the school bus to bring all the drivers back again to join their party who meanwhile had walked on to the
+Saturday morning, breakfast completed, Donny puts the question loudly and clearly "ARE YOU ALL HAPPY?" Everyone, just as loudly agreed that they were, so we scampered up to the divide between the Deua River and Woila Creek (1 km and 1,800 ft). Then the drop down the ridge to Jilliga Creek for lunch in a delightful pristine site with little grassy flats and tree ferns.
-farm at Emu Flat and spent a pleasant hour talkim to the owner and his wife.
-when the bus was spied approaching Joan Rigby sprinted across and opened the gate for them, so they arrived in our midst like the V.I.P. party they were.
+The walk along Jilliga Creek was a delight, spoilt only when we came across the first 4-wheel drive vehicles at the junction of Jilliga Creek and the Deua. Here were horse riders and pack-horses and of course the O.R.V. fumes. It was sad to see that the old homestead of Bendethera had been pulled down and the place taken over by 4-wheel drives. In 1964 the S.B.W. had been prepared to bid for it at auction when the owner was selling out but we failed to raise enough money. Now it is National Park property. Doone, who has geologised in the area, says that once you hit the narrow section downstream from Bendethera the river becomes enriched with fluorine from the volcanic rocks; this is very rare for S.E. Australia. So don't take your fluoride tablets.
-So now we were away, across the grassy flats of Snowball's Boggy Flat and so an to lunch at Breakfast Creek. Then we followed Breakfast Creek downstream as it dropped very rapidly through a whole series of waterfalls.
-Joan, following her map, found herself followed by half the party. They finished up half a kilometre up a side creek with a very steep drop below
+We camped that night on a clearing out of range of the vehicles, or so we thought, but when we were bedding down for the night we saw headlights approaching across our paddock. From the look of things someone was out spotlighting. Our leaders rushed out waving torches in warning and came back with the information that, as far as they could gather through the alcohol fumes, the drivers had no guns and were just out for a drive to see where the track went.
-them. The other half, urged along by Don with the stockwhip, sidled around
-waterfalls and ended up at the junction of Breakfast Creek and Joan's side Creek._ Much shouting ensued to collect the party together so they could be counted by Don for the umpteenth time. Loud grizzles from the mob who had been brought down from their height just to be counted, because actually we now had to go on up their side creek. Here we were to find an alleged large open campsite south of Mt. Dampier. It proved to be certainly large
+On Sunday morning we divided into two parties. The flyers, consisting of Don, Doone, Tony Marshall, Bob Hodgson and Bob Milne, Gordon Lee, John Redfern, Spiro and Barry Wallace departed at high speed in a no-handicap, no-holds-barred sprint to the top of Flash Jack's Peak, while the remainder were to make their leisurely way downstream. The worst part, as reported by the greyhounds, was running from the camp down river to the base of the mountain. The first casualty we followers found was a dazed John Redfern. "I took a wrong track for less than half a minute and when I came back they were nowhere to be seen." So John joined the "picnic-party" group. The next two were Spiro and Bob Milne. "Donny offered to wait for us," said Spiro, "but we waved him on." So that was that. At the base of the mountain, as pre-arranged, they left Barry as watchman to check when the slow party should come through.
- and open but there were complaints that it was not a campsite. We had all carried water but here we found some in a little gully up an a ridge. Future parties should note this. It was a great night, and we even had a Sing-song of sorts.
-Saturday morning, breakfast completed, Denny puts the question loudly
+For ordinary mortals who nevertheless like to know what the gods are capable of, let me tell you that they climbed 1,800 ft in 47 minutes. The whole up and down trip (including 25 minutes on top) took 1 hour 50 minutes. At the top of the mountain they yelled "Day-O" and heard Barry return the call. We others took up the yelling but they didn't hear us, nor did they hear Fazeley's whistle which just shows that a Day-O has better penetration than a whistle. When Fazeley later on was told this she was hurt. "I can't understand why it wasn't heard. In the past when I have whistled I have had instant response."
-I. clearly "ARE YOU ALL HAPPY" Everyone, just as loudly agreed that they were, so we scampered up to the divide between the Deuaalver and Woila Creek (1 km and 1,800 ft). Then the drop down the ridge to Jilliga Creek for . lunch in a delightful pristine site with little grassy flats and tree ferns.
-The walk along Jilliga Creek was a delight, spoilt only when we came across the first 4-wheel drive vehicles at the junction of jilliga Creek
+Despite all the commotion from the down-unders, Barry heard nothing, nor did he see any one of the numerous stragglers mooching by. As a result the flyers spent three hours waiting for us. "Actually," said Doane, "we were so buggered we didn't care." Donny went back upstream to Conollie looking for tracks. In the hut book he found names of all the party and realised we had all gone through, so the flyers, getting back to their 4 m.p.h. speed, set off in pursuit at 3.30 to do a half day's walk, which they did in two hours. When the main party had left the track to cut down to the agreed campsite on Wyanbene Creek we hada made a large S.B.W. sign on an antbed with a stick and a couple of arrows to show our route, and the time. Sad to relate, Gordon and Tony were going so fast in front they didn't see this and carried on along the track. Don and Doone and Bob, a little way behind, watched with a wicked gleam in their eyes and didn't whistle them back till they had thrashed on some distance, which meant that these two leading the field now arrived back at camp a few micro-seconds behind their mates. "You bastard, Finch!" gritted Tony. (You wouldn't have expected such language from the President).
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-and the Deua. Here were horse riders and pack-horses and of course the - 0.R.V. fumes. It was sad to see that the old homestead of Bendethera had been pulled down and the place taken over by 4-wheel drives. In 1964 the S.B.W. had been 'Prepared to bid for it at auction when the owner was selling
+Donny had come down the mountain with a prize: In a Glaxo Glucose tin in the cairn on Flash Jack's he faund a piece of paper dated 29/4/39 signed by Len Scotland and Marion and Harry Ellis. Don plans to have this photocopied. A copy will be returned to the cairn and the original will go to the Mitchell Library; it would be a shame to have it destroyed by some unthinking person.
-out but we failed to raise enough money. Now It is National Park propertyDoone, who has geologised in the area, says that once you hit the narrow
-section downstream from Bendethera the river becomes enriched with fluorine_
-from the volcanic rocks; this is very rare for S.E. Australia. So don't: take your fluoride tablets.
-We camped that night on a clearing out of range of the vehicles, or so we thought, but when we were bedding down for the night we saw headlights approaching across our paddock. From the look of things someone was out spotlighting. Our leaders rushed out waving torches in warning and came
-back with the information that, as far as they could gather through the alcohol
-fumes, the drivers had no guns and were just out for a drive to see where the track went.
-On Sunday morning we divided into two parties. The flyers, consisting
-of Don, Doone, Tony Marshall, Bob Hodgson and Bob Milne, Gordon Lee, John - Redfern, Spiro and Barry Wallace departed at high speed in a no-handicap,
-no-holds-barred sprint to the top of Flash Jack's Peak, while the remainder
-were to make their leisurely way downstream. The worst part, as reported
-by the greyhounds, was running from the camp down river to the base of the mountain. The first casualty we followers found was a dazed John Redfern.
-"I took a wrong track for less than half a minute and when I came back they were nowhere to be seen." So John joined the "picnic-party" group. The
-next two were Spiro and Bob Milne. "Donny offered to wait for us," said Spiro,  "but we waved him on." So that was that. At the base of the mountain, as pre-arranged, they left Barry as watchman to check when the slow party
-should come through.
-For ordinary mortals who nevertheless like to know what the gods are capable of, let me tell you that they climbed 1,800 ft in 47 minutes. The whole up and down trip (including 25 minutes on top) took 1 hour 50 minutes. At the top of the mountain they yelled "Day-0" and heard Barry return the call. We others took up the yelling but they didn't hear us, nor did they
-hear Fazeley's whistle which just shows that a Day-0 has better penetration
-than a whistle. When Fazeley later on was told this she was hurt. "I can't understand why it wasn't heard. In the past when I have whistled I have had instant response."
-Despite all the commotion from the down-anders, Barry heard nothing, nor did he see any one of the numerous stragglers mooching by. As a result the flyers spent three hours waiting for us. "Actually," said Doane, "we were so buggered we didn't care." Donny went back upstream to Conollie looking for tracks. In the hut book he found names of all the party and realised we had all gone through, so the flyers, getting back to their 4 m.p.h. speed, set off in pursuit at 3.30 to do a half day's walk, which they did in two hours. When the main party had left the track to cut down to the agreed campsite on Wyanbene Creek we hada nade a large S.B.W. sign on an antbed with
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-a stick and a couple of arrows to show our route, and the time. Sad to relate, Gordon and Tony were going so fast in front they didn't see this and carried on along the track. Don and.Doone and Bob, a little way behind, watched with a wicked gleam in their eyes and didn't whistle them back till they had thrashed on. some distance, which meant that these two leading the' field now arrived back at camp a few micro-seconds behind their mates. "You bastard, Finch:" gritted Tony.	(You wouldn't have expected such language from the President).
-Denny had come down the mountain with a prize: In a Glaxo Glucose tin in the cairn on Flash Jack's he faund a piece of paper dated 29/4/39 signed by Leh Scotland and Marion and Harry Ellis. Don plans to have this photocopied. A copy will be returned to the cairn and the original will go to the Mitchell Library; it would be a shame to have it destroyed by some unthinking person.
 Sunday night's campsite was very nice - green grass next to the river, ideal for 10 or 15 but a bit crowded with 27, though Fazeley found herself a choice bit of real estate a short distance off. It was a beaut friendly campfire. Barbara was drunk on the environment, with a bit of help from friends. Barry and Phil kept a grip on her wrists so she wouldn't collapse in the fire. This happened to be Bob Older's birthday, so we sang him the usual "Happy Birthday". "You're looking Younger every day," we told him.
 Monday morning. Finchyls sergeant-major shout "IS EVERYBODY HAPPY?" did not produce the hoped-for enthusiasm. The reason? Blisters. Many were the sufferers. Spiro's last batch of bargain shoes shrink. Even Dot Butler's rhinoceros-hide heels had to be doctored by Gordon Lee with sticking plaster. Eventually her problem was solved by Doone producing a sharp knife and amputating a quarter of an inch at the back of the heels (of her shoes, that is).
-Soon all 27 were away. First 1,000 ft ascent right in WYanbene Creek', Then another 800 ft up a side ridge, plus another 800 ft up the main ridge to the top of the divide between the Deua and the Shoalhaven. Somewhere along the way Spiro took a group photo during a morning tea stop. We
-crossed the scrubby tops, then straight down the other side to the creek, where we got water for lunch. At this stage we realised it would take too. Tang to include the Big Hole so the plan was altered and we followed Wyanbene Caves Creek fire trail back towards the cars, thereby shortening the trip by
+Soon all 27 were away. First 1,000 ft ascent right in Wyanbene Creek. Then another 800 ft up a side ridge, plus another 800 ft up the main ridge to the top of the divide between the Deua and the Shoalhaven. Somewhere along the way Spiro took a group photo during a morning tea stop. We crossed the scrubby tops, then straight down the other side to the creek, where we got water for lunch. At this stage we realised it would take too long to include the Big Hole so the plan was altered and we followed Wyanbene Caves Creek fire trail back towards the cars, thereby shortening the trip by about 4 km.
-about 4 km.
-We had walked about 8 km when we came upon Jim Dempsey with a neighbour collecting firewood. They offered us a lift back to our cars in their cattle
+We had walked about 8 km when we came upon Jim Dempsey with a neighbour collecting firewood. They offered us a lift back to our cars in their cattle truck. All the packs were loaded into the neighbour's lorry and it was wonderful to see a truckload of walkers masquerading as Santa Gertrudis cattle. Back at the cars Spiro took a photo of the truck with its human freight. It should go down on record that every president between the years 1967-1983 (with the sole exception of Helen Gray) was represented on this trip. The sinister photo of them all peering through the bars of the cattle truck like felons will give future viewers food for thought.
-truck. All the packs were loaded into the neighbour's lorry and it was - wonderful to see a truckload of walkers masquerading as Santa Gertrudis cattle. Back at the cars Spiro took a photo of the truck with its human freight.
-It should go down on record that every president between the years 1967-1983 (with the sole exception of Helen Gray) was represented on this trip. The sinister photo of them all peering through the bars of the cattle truck like felons will give future viewers food for thought.
+That should rightly be the end of a very happy trip but the sad news is that Geoff Wagg has lost his car keys. He bends off a length of fencing wire from Jim Dempsey's fence. He has left the car window open about an inch and in 20 seconds flat Donny has manipulated the catch and the car is open. Another few minutes and the motor is running. "If you keep her going in a straight line you'll get home," says Barry. You've guessed. The steering is locked. So the mechanics borrowed a hacksaw from the farmer and Geoff watched in anguish as the lock was sawn off. There's nothing our mechanics can't do when their blood is up. So the day was saved and we all headed for home with a stop off at the nearest pub and eating house to fortify the inner man. Geoffo tells us that back home he selo-taped the steering lock back on and it works as well as ever.
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-That should rightly be the end of a very happy trip bit the sad news
+When a trip like this is over and, blisters forgotten, one thinks back on it, one finds it is not so much the scenery as the personalities one remembers - their different styles of walking, sleeping, eating, reacting to stress. You hear Tony saying, "You can't win. I put wood on the fire and people whinged so I stopped. Then new arrivals complain 'What a stingy little fire!". There's Doone loping ahead, saying, "I'm only the track finder. I don't have to bother about you people; that's Finchy's responsibility - he's the Manager in charge of Personnel". And Joan: "Will everyone note I left the bottom of Apple Tree Mountain __behind__ Gordon Lee and I got to the saddle __ahead__ of him. This is unbelievable". (In fact Gordon, Bob and Spiro took a wrong ridge on Don's recommendation. When they rejoined us we hear Donny telling them, "It was all an honest mistake".) During a lunch stop Bob is passing around his __tri__scuits. "Actually they are twice-baked biscuits. I am going to put peanut butter on mine but I know not to open the jar labelled peanut butter because it's Milo". And Phil Butt is telling us, "In normal situations you don't travel normal to the track". Spiro offers something to Barbara. She is told, "Don't trust a Greek bearing his gift." (You won't get that into the magazine if you write it up, Dot," says Spiro. Do right and fear no man; don't write and fear no editress.)
-is that Geoff Wagg has lost his car keys. He bends off a length of fencing
-wire from Jim Dempsey's fence. He has left the car window open about an
+Well there it is, the freedom, the fun, the laughter, the happy companionship. And Easter 1983 is only 12 months away.
-inch and in 20 seconds flat Donny has manipulated the catch and the car is open: Another few minutes and the motor is running. "If you keep her
-going in a straight line you'll get home," says Barry. You've guessed.
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-The steering is locked. So the mechanics borrowed a hacksaw from the farmer and Geoff watched in anguish as the lock was sawn off. There's nothing our _mechanics can't do when their blood is up. So the day was saved and we all headed for home with a stop off at the nearest pub and eating house to fortify
-the inner man. Geoffo tells us that back home he selo-taped the steering lock back on and it works as well as ever.
+==== Bushwalker Recipes. No.l. ====
-When a trip like this is over and, blisters forgotten, one thinks back on it, one finds it is not so much the scenery as the personalities one remembers - their different styles of walking, sleeping, eating, reacting:
-to stress. You hear Tony saying, "You can't win. I put wood on the fire
+Place sunflower seeds on a dry tin in an oven at about 350° for 15 minutes (or over a campfire, swishing them about). Then add a __few drops__ of soy sauce. Very good for filling up - or for mixing in a salad, to which they give an interesting smoky, nutty flavour.
-and Deople whinged so I stopped. Then new arrivals complain 'What a stingy little fire!. There's Doane loping ahead, saying, "I'm only the track finder. I don't have to bother about you people; that's Finchy's
-responsibility - he's the Manager in charge of Personnel". And Joan:
+----
-"Will everyone note I left the bottom of Apple Tree Mountain behind Gordon Lee and I got to the saddle ahead of him. This is unbelievable".	(In
-fact 'ordan, Bob and Spiro took a wrong ridge on Don's recommendation. When they rejoined us we hear Donny telling them, "It was all an honest
-mistake".) During a lunch stop Bob is passing around his triscuits. "Actually they are twice-baked biscuits. I am going to put peanut butter
-on mine but I know not to open the jar labelled peanut buttr because it's Milo". And Phil Butt is telling us, "In normal situations you don't travel normal to the tracieJ.	Spiro offers something to Barbara. She is told,
-"Don't trust a Greek baring his gift." (You won't get that into the
-Magazine if you write	Dot," says Spiro. Do right and fear no man; don't write and fear no editress.)
-Well there it is, the freedom, the fun, the laughter, the happy
-companionship'. And Easter 1983 is.,only 12 months away.
-* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
-BUSaWALKER RECIPES. No.l.
-Place sunflower seeds on a dry tin in an oven at about 35Q0 for
-minutes (or over a campfire, swishing them about). Then add a few drops
-Of soy sauce. Very good for filling up - or for mixing in a salad, to	. which they give an interesting smoky, nutty flavour.
 "Mouldy" Harrison advises that Doris Alder, an old S.B.W. member who now lives in London, is now in Sydney on a visit. Old members may like to get in touch.
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-CARNARVON NATIONAL PARK & GORGE.
-A week with the birds flora and other fauna
+===== Carnarvon National Park & Gorge. =====
-	by Joe Turner.
-"The sang is gone: the dance
+=== A week with the birds flora and other fauna. ===
-Is-secretwith the dancers in the earth, The ritual useless and the tribal story Lost in an alien tale
-Only the grass stands up
+by Joe Turner.
-To mark the dancing ring, the apple-gums Posture and mine a past corroboree, Iffunour a broken chant.
-The hunter is gone: the spear
+"The song is gone: the dance
-Is splintered underground; the painted bodies
+Is secret with the dancers in the earth,\\
-A dream the world breathed, sleeping and forgot.
+The ritual useless and the tribal story\\
+Lost in an alien tale
+Only the grass stands up\\
+To mark the dancing ring, the apple-gums\\
+Posture and mine a past corroboree,\\
+Murmur a broken chant.
+The hunter is gone: the spear\\
+Is splintered underground; the painted bodies\\
+A dream the world breathed, sleeping and forgot.\\
 The nomad feet are still."
 Part of "Bora Ring" by Judith Wright.
-Such is the preamble to DuncanMaDermant's book "Carnarvon Gorge".
-It certainly sets the scene, as it were, for those who visit this beautiful area and give some thought to its first inhabitants. They surely must have
+Such is the preamble to Duncan McDermant's book "Carnarvon Gorge". It certainly sets the scene, as it were, for those who visit this beautiful area and give some thought to its first inhabitants. They surely must have loved this place, an oasis, as it were, a last fertile valley caught between and overlooked by high sandstone walls through which flow the cool clear waters of Carnarvon Creek whose banks are lined with moisture-loving growth such as cabbage tree palms, macrozamias, river she-oaks and straight eucalupts. At any rate, that is how Huldah and I felt when we first visited it last year, and learning of a "Bird Week" to be conducted there in February, promptly booked ourselves in if, as we were warned, there was room to accommodate us and the members of the Ornithologists Society of Queensland, who, of course, had priority. We were delighted when informed we could be squeezed in!! So, off we set, I (a dedicated terra-firma-ist) by train, Huldah by plane. It took me two and a bit days - Huldah was there in a matter of hours!!
-loved this place, an oasis, as it were, a last fertile valley caught between
-and overlooked by high sandstone walls through which flow the cool clear. waters of Carnarvon Creek whose banks are lined with moisture-loving growth such as cabbage tree palms, macrozamias, river she-oaks and straight eucalupts. At any rate, that is how Huldah and I felt when we first visited it last year, and learning of a "Bird Week" to be conducted there in February, promptly
+Our accommodation was most comfortable in one of the many large (12'x 12') tents wooden-floored and carpeted, with necessary furniture. Alternatively we could have had a hut but the tents, set among the trees and beside a creek, savoured more of the bush. A short walk only to the amenities and a few yards extra to the lounge and dining quarters - drinks and food par excellence. At least, where we were located enabled us the better to appreciate this lovely spot and, we hope, the better to understand (if that is possible!) the feelings of the Aborigines whose occupancy of the area until about 50 years ago when the white man took the place over, extended back, it has been confirmed, a period of 3600 years. However it is stated that in the adjacent ranges, there is evidence that Aborigines were there at least 19,000 years ago!!
-booked ourselves in if, as we were warned, there was room to accommodate us pnd the members of the Ornithologists .Society of Queensland, who, of course, had priority. We were delighted when informed we could be squeezed int! So, off we set, I (a dedicated terra-firma-ist) by train, Huldah by plan. It took me two and a bit days - Huldah was there in a matter of hours::
-Our accommodation was most cOmfortable in one of the many large (12'x 12') tents wooden-floored and carpeted, with necessary furniture. Alternatively we could have had a hut but the tents, set among the trees and beside a creek, savoured more of the bush. A short walk only to the amenities and a few yards extra to the lounge and dining quarters - drinks and food par excellence. At least, where we were located enabled us the better to appreciate this lovely spot and., we hope, the better to understand (if that is possible!) the feelings of the Aborigines whose occupancy of the area until about 50 years
+It is impossible to say just what are Huldah's and my happiest memories of our short stay at Carnarvon - maybe the knowledge of what, and how, the Aborigines felt while allowed free enjoyment of it until "forcibly ejected" from a place occupied by them and their forefathers for so many centuries. Perhaps I should say that might have been the happiest memory but.... Certainly the whole place is a delight and to be able to wander around the grounds surrounding the Hostel and practically trip over the grazing wallabies and their young-uns without their batting an eyelid, to have birds (of which there is a recorded total of about 160 different species) almost land on your shoulder, to view (if you are lucky and quiet enough) the platypus - that is farther afield than the grounds of the Hostel, of course - then to explore the various small gorges and chasms giving into the main gorge; all these things, I say, contribute to impressing upon one's mind the glory and beauty of this place.
-ago when the white man took the place over, extended back, it has been confirmed, a period of 3600 years. However it is stated that in the adjacent ranges, there is evidence that Aborigines were there at least 19,000 years ago!!
-It is impossible to say just what are Huldah's and my happiest memories
+Perhaps we were lucky to have as fellow guests people with minds and hearts much akin to our own (I've never experienced such enthusiasm - up before dawn almost!!) and then when not out searching the trees with torches, the nights were occupied with slide-viewing of birds, animals and scenery - not an uninteresting slide among them - altogether a most rewarding and interesting seven days and nights.
-of our short stay at Carnarvon - maybe the knowledge of what, and how, the Aborigines felt while allowed free enjoyment of it until "forcibly ejected" from a place occupied by them and their forefathers for so many centuries. Perhaps I should say that might have been the happiest memory but -
-Certainly the whole place is a delight and to be able tovander around the
+For those interested in knowing exactly where this "wonderland" is, Carnarvon is approximately 450 miles north-west of Brisbane; most people fly there. Otherwise train must be taken to Roma from where special arrangements have to be made for road transport, north towards Rolleston to what is known as the Wyseby (station property) turn-off, thence west through Rewan property. Development road (part under reconstruction) mostly bitumen leads from Rona to Wyseby, thence track and partly-formed road - quite good except one could experience problems in wet weather. Best time of the year, I would say, would be September or October.
-grounds surrounding the Hostel and practically trip over the grazing
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-	M'	AMIII11111iiallI1.
-wallabies and their young-uns without their batting an eyelid, to have birds (of which there is a recorded total of about 160 different species) almost land on your shoulder, to view (if you are lucky and quiet enough) the platypus - that is farther afield than the grounds of the Hostel, of course - then to explore the various small gorges and chasms giving into the main gorge; all these things, I say, contribute to impressing upon one's mind the glory and beauty of this place.
+===== Done It! =====
-Perhaps we were lucky to have as fellow guests people with minds and hearts much akin to our own (I've never experienced such enthusiasm - up before dawn almost10 and then when not out searching the trees with torches,
-he nights were occupied with slide-viewing of birds, animals and scenery - riot an uninteresting slide among them - altogether a most rewarding and interesting seven days and nights.
+by Dot Butler.
-For those interested in knowing exactly where this "wonderland" is, Oarnarvon is approximately 450 miles north-west of Brisbane; most people fly there. Otherwise train must be taken to Roma from where special arrangements have to be made for road transport, north towards Rolleston to what is known as the WYseby (station property) turn-off, thence west through Rewan property. Development road (part under reconstruction) mostly bitumen leads from Rona to Wyseby, thence track and partly-formed road - quite good except one could experience problems in wet weather. Best time of the year, T would say, would be September or Octobers
-XXX-X*WXX*******
+On the Bendethera trip Easter 1981 Bill Burke testified in the presence of numerous witnesses that he would bet a $100 that no one over 40 could complete the Three Peaks Trip (even the modified Cox to Cox version) in less than 24 hours.
-DONE IT!	by Dot Butler. On the Bendethera trip Easter 1981 Bill Burke testified in the presence
-of numerous witnesses that he would bet a $100 that no one over 40 could
+Rumour has it that this has now been accomplished by Gordon Lee and Bill Capon, both over 40.
-complete the Three Peaks Trip (even the modified Cox to Cox version) in less than 24 hours.
-Rumour has it that this has now been accomplished by Gordon Lee and
+Club members wait with bated breath to see the outcome of this bet, especially the Coolana Committee, as the winners have promised the proceeds of the bet to Coolana funds. You will read all about the marathon in a forthcoming issue of the magazine.
-Bill %Pon', both over 40.
--	Club members wait with bated breath to see the outcome of this bet, especially the Coolana Committee, as the winners have promised the proceeds of the bet to Coolana funds. You will read all about the marathon in a forthcoming issue of the magazine.
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