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-XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-X*XXXkXX +====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ====== 
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-YXXXXXXXX-XXYXXXXXXXXXXX************XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX****XXXXXXXXX*** +Established June 1931. 
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER + 
-Established June 1931 +A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, Telephone 798,8607. 
-**xxx + 
- A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. chib meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, Telephone 798,8607. +---- 
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-EDITOR: Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street Telephone 827,3695. +|**Editor**|Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039. Telephone 827,3695.| 
-BUSINESS MANAGER: Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Telephone 871,1207. +|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. Telephone 871,1207.| 
-PRODUCTION MANAGER: Helen Gray. +|**Production Manager**|Helen Gray.| 
-TYPIST: Kath Brown. +|**Typist**|Kath Brown.| 
-DUPLICATOR OPERATOR: Phil Butt. XXXXXXWXXX +|**Duplicator Operator**|Phil Butt.| 
-JUNEz. 1982.  + 
-Rozelle2039. +=== June1982 === 
-Carlingford, 2118. + 
- Page +===== In This Issue: ===== 
-by Patrick McBride 2 +  
-Peter Miller  +| | |Page| 
-Margaret Reid 6 +|Kiandra Crossing|Patrick McBride2| 
-Gordon Lee 7 +|Camp at Splendour Rock|Peter Miller| 5| 
-Judith Rostron 11 +|Carnival in Switzerland|Margaret Reid6| 
-Dot Butler 11 +|Three Peaks Cheater|Gordon Lee7| 
- 12 +|Bushwalker Recipes No.2|Judith Rostron|11| 
-Malcolm Steele 13 +|Sequel to the 3-Peaks Trip Bet|Dot Butler|11| 
-Dot 14 +|Kanangra|Malcolm Steele|13| 
-.Butler  +|History of "Coolana"|Dot Butler|14|  
-Alex Colley 16 +|Conservation Finance|Alex Colley|16| 
-Barry Wallace 17 +|The May General Meeting|Barry Wallace|17| 
-Jo van Sommers 18 +Social Notes for July|Jo van Sommers|18| 
-Kiandra Crossing + 
-Camp at Splendour Rock  +===== Advertisements: ===== 
-Carnival in Switzerland + 
-Three Peaks Cheater  +| |Page| 
-Bushwalker Recipes No.2 +|Eastwood Camping Centre|12| 
-Sequel to the 3-Peaks Trip Bet  + 
-Advertisement - Eastwood Camping Centre Kanangra +---- 
-History of "Coolana"  + 
-Conservation Finance  +=== S.B.W. Changes Its Meeting Place. === 
-The May General Meeting Social Notes for July XXXXX-4()E XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX*XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.XXXX+ 
 +The building in Atchison Street, St. Leonards, where the Club has been meeting for the past eleven years, is being sold at auction on June 16th, and it seems fairly certain that we will have to obtain another meeting place. A booking has been made at the Upper Hall at the Cahill Community Centre, 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest (nearly opposite Mountain Equipment), about one kilometre via the Pacific Highway from St.Leonards station. The Club will meet there on June 30th and subsequent Wednesday evenings, and the question of future accommodation will be fully discussed at the monthly General Meeting on July 14th. See also special notice enclosed. 
 + 
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 + 
 +===== Kiandra Crossing=====
  
-S.B.W. CHANGES ITS MEETING PLACE.  
-The building in Atchison Street, St. Leonards, where the Club has been meeting for the past eleven years, is being sold at auction on June 16th, and it seems fairly certain that we will have to obtain another meeting 
-place. A booking has been made at the Upper Hall at the Cahill Community Centre, 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest (nearly opposite Mountain Equipment), about one kilometre via the Pacific Highway from St.Leonards station. The 
-Club will meet there on June .30th and subsequent Wednesday evenings, and 
-question of future accommodation will be fully discussed at the monthly General Meeting on July 14th. See also special notice enclosed. 
-Page 2 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, 1982. 
-KIANDRA CROSSING.  
 by Patrick McBride. by Patrick McBride.
-It is cruel at 5.30 am on a July morning in Sawyers Hut. The insect . chirp of my alarm watch had never sounded so heartlessly authoritative as I sat up in.my sleeping bag and reached for pants and woollen shirt. Chris and Craig Austin were already stirring and soon we were munching muesli beside steaming cups of tea, with yellow candlelight softening the stark walls of the hut but doing nothing to ameliorate, the gelid air temperature. After a mere three hours' sleep our minds and bodies were fortu4ately some- -What numbed to externals although Chris aid mutter that none of this would be happening to her if she had married a golfer. 
- A blaze of stars all the way to the horizon welcomed us outside as our boots crunched shallow prints in the crisp snow. We piled into David Rostron's Commodore, (temporarily ours after a midnight exchange in Cooma) mentally Checking that no articles had been overlooked in the darkness of the hat. 
-Kiandra seemed even colder in the bleak grey of first light as we plodded up sheet ice on the back hills,carrying skis on shoulders. As the slope eased, patches of snow began to appear and soon we were able to wax up and let the skis carry us. The thin layer of snow and frost crystals over a hard base gave superbly fast skiing on blue wax. . 
-On top of the ridge pale yellow and practically horizontal sunlight shyly touched the higher trees and rocks, leaving the hollows blue-cold. Frost crystals produced sparkles of brilliant silver with hints of spectral colours as our movement caught their reflected light. It brought to mind the glories of skiing in Norway where such wonder lasts all of a winter's day. Snow gums were bent under loads of recent snow, sometimes mimicking 
-round boulders when their branches had frozen to the ground. One playful tree had produced an arch for us to ski through. 
-Fouriale Creek came up in 90 minutes and we halted for a quick snack Of dates and scroggin, washed down with icy creek water. Snow gum saplings lining the banks cast long shadows on the smooth snow, the stretching Chinese calligraphy of early morning. From the trees sporadic puffs of snow fell 
-as exposed leaf edges and branchlets trapped the sun's heat, warning that 
-the snow under our skis would also soon be changing. 
-Still running well on blue we strode up the long ridge that leads to Tabletop, revelling in the fast snow and ideal weather conditions. The 
-swish of our skis was the-Only'sound-breaking the clear brittle air. Across 
-the open spaces punctated lines of animal tracks curved in frozen rhythm; prints of hare, fox, wombat; the feet that made them now hidden in burrow ar bush from the sun of this glorious morning. Whatever had we done for the weather gods to be so kind to us? 
-Dropping packs we diverged to Tabletop, eager to catch the view that 
-had always been misted out on previous crossings. It was a pure white wonderland we saw, a magic relief map beckoning us on to regal Jagungal and the distant Main Range with promises of sparkling snow and benign weather. 
-Page 3 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, 1982. 
-On the way back to our rucksacks Craig was leading and he nonchalantly side-slipped a 60 degrees slope at the edge of the mountain. Chris and I following managed neither the side-slip nor the nonchalance, while Craig Waited politely below, watching with bemused puzzlement our erraotic, ski- Waving performances. . 
-Twelve o'clock saw us at Happy Jacks Creek, settling down to lunch on a bare terrace beside the wooden footbridge. There was a welcome in the lichen-covered rocks and dry tussock of this place, a genius loci favourable to man and independent of the warmth that lay in the company, of friends. . Somehow the stone and grass whispered a memory of languid summer days trapped inside them, underneath the surface grip of winter. 
-Sitting at my ease on a comfortable rock I felt the tightness draining from leg muscles while my ears first noticed and then accepted the splashing hurry of Happy Jacks Creek beside us. Time seemed to stand still even though the billy was soon aboil on Craig's choofer. A dreamlike quality was abroad in the mountain air and sunlight, a feeling that for this brief hour we had drifted into another world where the landscape accepted us into 
-ts own time scale, a feeling which underlay the everyday reality of lunchtime conversation. It would have been very easy to rest in contemplation at.this place the whole afternoon. 
-' However to rest was motto conquer and soon we were continuing-our southward travel, now on purple short supply on the Happy Jacks plains and the road' for narrow leads along the verge which gave us the travelling on skis through 'a dry and brown "summer"had replaced skis and klister. . Snow was in itself was exposed except surrealistic delight of landscape: 
  
-Leaving the road near McGregors Creek we portaged skis across half a kilometre of thick springy snowgrass then followed increasing snow cover to Diggers Creek. Clear, tree-bordered slopes now led upstream into the remote realm of Far Bald Mountain, a snowy dome watching our progress from the north. 'Swinging left avoided the steep drop after Doubtful Gap and soon our skis picked up the indistinct path of the Grey Mare Road which led to a snow bridge over the Doubtful and a steady grade up the side of Farm Ridge. +It is cruel at 5.30 am on a July morning in Sawyers Hut. The insect chirp of my alarm watch had never sounded so heartlessly authoritative as I sat up in my sleeping bag and reached for pants and woollen shirt. Chris and Craig Austin were already stirring and soon we were munching muesli beside steaming cups of tea, with yellow candlelight softening the stark walls of the hut but doing nothing to ameliorate the gelid air temperature. After a mere three hours' sleep our minds and bodies were fortunately somewhat numbed to externals although Chris did mutter that none of this would be happening to her if she had married a golfer. 
-The ruins of Farm Ridge Hut loomed forlornly in the fading light. How many seasons more will these drunkenly tilted grey posts survive to reassure travellers of their navigation and perhaps bring thoughts of earlier days? Icy conditions on the Other side of the ridge held my attention until near the foot of the slope when red-gold flared through the thinning trees and I paused to gaze at the west face of Jagungal, quite close now, glowing brilliantly in the last rays of the sun. + 
-Tiredness settles like a cloak on the last lap of a journey as the body senses an end to activity and closes down most of the metabolism of fuel conversion. It suddenly became hard work to keep the skis gliding and not settle back to a walk. Twilight had passed as we picked our way through silhouette forest over faint white ground and came up.ta'O'Keefes Hut. The candle in the window was not needed but the gesture was Welcome and soon we were exchanging news with our complementary party travelling north. They were comfortably settled after a leisurely cruise up from +A blaze of stars all the way to the horizon welcomed us outside as our boots crunched shallow prints in the crisp snow. We piled into David Rostron's Commodore, (temporarily ours after a midnight exchange in Cooma) mentally checking that no articles had been overlooked in the darkness of the hut. 
-Page 4 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, 1982. + 
-Gutheg Power Station and made room for us at the hearth. +Kiandra seemed even colder in the bleak grey of first light as we plodded up sheet ice on the back hills, carrying skis on shoulders. As the slope eased, patches of snow began to appear and soon we were able to wax up and let the skis carry us. The thin layer of snow and frost crystals over a hard base gave superbly fast skiing on blue wax. 
-A semi-circle of bricks backing the fireplace radiated warmth towards the se:Li-circle of skiers crouched on low wooden benches before it, some of thi= warmth fortunately able to penetrate through the rows of socks, mitts, balaclavas and gaiters hung on strings to dry. .0n the walls cuttings from t:e Illustrated Sydney News of the 1930s loomed faintly, reflecting the eq...estrian interests of former hut users. + 
-ir_ese yellowing, tattered-edged pictures were a reminder of the stockm:In of the high coantry What were their thoughts as they sat before the fL:e in this same hut forty years ago? No doubt they would look on approv:_ngly to see their hut still providing homely shelter to tired travel:ers on a winter night. It makes me angry to think there are people now wh:, want to burn and destroy our mountain huts - may they never have a day',ack+On top of the ridge pale yellow and practically horizontal sunlight shyly touched the higher trees and rocks, leaving the hollows blue-cold. Frost crystals produced sparkles of brilliant silver with hints of spectral colours as our movement caught their reflected light. It brought to mind the glories of skiing in Norway where such wonder lasts all of a winter's day. Snow gums were bent under loads of recent snow, sometimes mimicking round boulders when their branches had frozen to the ground. One playful tree had produced an arch for us to ski through. 
-initially bright dawn changed to leaden grey as a cold steady southe:ly brought in cloud. Not a day to scale the heights. There would be no oyful telemarking down the south face of-Jagungal and we set off slowly about nine, following Bogong Creek towards Jagangal Saddle. + 
-D:..ep snow drifts covered all but adult trees and changed the outline of the hollows. Approaching the cloud ceiling we entered a fantasy world where -:-anks of mist drifted softly along the ridges. Pausing for a photo I watc_!ed Chris and Craig ski ahead; two black figures, one moment hazy in mist, he next sharply outlined as a shaft of half-auhlight revealed earth and ho:izon. Even at 200 metres their identities were unmistakable; a +Four Mile Creek came up in 90 minutes and we halted for a quick snack of dates and scroggin, washed down with icy creek water. Snow gum saplings lining the banks cast long shadows on the smooth snow, the stretching Chinese calligraphy of early morning. From the trees sporadic puffs of snow fell as exposed leaf edges and branchlets trapped the sun's heat, warning that the snow under our skis would also soon be changing. 
-person's skiing being as characteristic as his walk. It was pleasant to hang lock for a while and enjoy the good even track Craig was breaking. + 
-B,cause of the continuing cool breeze we sought out lee slopes and +Still running well on blue we strode up the long ridge that leads to Tabletop, revelling in the fast snow and ideal weather conditions. The swish of our skis was the only sound breaking the clear brittle air. Across the open spaces punctated lines of animal tracks curved in frozen rhythm; prints of hare, fox, wombat; the feet that made them now hidden in burrow or bush from the sun of this glorious morning. Whatever had we done for the weather gods to be so kind to us? 
-follaw:a route to the east of Cup and Saucer. There was no snow melt and we uere running very well on blue klister, an unusual thing near noontime. Gliding down to the Valentines, happily conversing all the way, I could ,ave sung with the exhilaration of our swift, flowing travel. This is how the birds must feel when they fly. + 
-kter, lunch at Mawsons the Kerries turned on wind and mist, producing +Dropping packs we diverged to Tabletop, eager to catch the view that had always been misted out on previous crossings. It was a pure white wonderland we saw, a magic relief map beckoning us on to regal Jagungal and the distant Main Range with promises of sparkling snow and benign weather. 
-dramat-c scenery and rime on our hair and clothing. Lower down we joined + 
-the maftiple ski tracks at Schlink Pass and felt our horizons contract as +On the way back to our rucksacks Craig was leading and he nonchalantly side-slipped a 60 degrees slope at the edge of the mountain. Chris and I following managed neither the side-slip nor the nonchalance, while Craig waited politely below, watching with bemused puzzlement our erratic, ski-waving performances. 
-we pas'Led other parties and approached mechanical civilisation.. Alltoo soon were curled up in a warm, purring car, our thoughts on hamburgers + 
-at Gouourn and the glories of the white wilderness receding in the +Twelve o'clock saw us at Happy Jacks Creek, settling down to lunch on a bare terrace beside the wooden footbridge. There was a welcome in the lichen-covered rocks and dry tussock of this place, a genius loci favourable to man and independent of the warmth that lay in the company of friends. Somehow the stone and grass whispered a memory of languid summer days trapped inside them, underneath the surface grip of winter. 
-distan,a+ 
-XXXXXXXXXX +Sitting at my ease on a comfortable rock I felt the tightness draining from leg muscles while my ears first noticed and then accepted the splashing hurry of Happy Jacks Creek beside us. Time seemed to stand still even though the billy was soon aboil on Craig's choofer. A dreamlike quality was abroad in the mountain air and sunlight, a feeling that for this brief hour we had drifted into another world where the landscape accepted us into its own time scale, a feeling which underlay the everyday reality of lunchtime conversation. It would have been very easy to rest in contemplation at this place the whole afternoon. 
-SKI-TO7RING. + 
-Lme.interested in ski-touring on 17thil8th July (could be a few days longerin the Snowy Mountains, with Peter Downes, please contact Helen Gray, -phone 86,62639 for further 'details. +However to rest was not to conquer and soon we were had replaced skis and continuing our southward travel, now on purple klister. Snow was in short supply on the Happy Jacks plains and the road itself was exposed except for narrow leads along the verge which gave us the surrealistic delight of travelling on skis through a dry and brown "summer" landscape. 
-Page 5 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, 1982. + 
-CLIP AT SPTRNIOUR ROCK+Leaving the road near McGregors Creek we portaged skis across half a kilometre of thick springy snowgrass then followed increasing snow cover to Diggers Creek. Clear, tree-bordered slopes now led upstream into the remote realm of Far Bald Mountain, a snowy dome watching our progress from the north. Swinging left avoided the steep drop after Doubtful Gap and soon our skis picked up the indistinct path of the Grey Mare Road which led to a snow bridge over the Doubtful and a steady grade up the side of Farm Ridge. 
 + 
 +The ruins of Farm Ridge Hut loomed forlornly in the fading light. How many seasons more will these drunkenly tilted grey posts survive to reassure travellers of their navigation and perhaps bring thoughts of earlier days? Icy conditions on the other side of the ridge held my attention until near the foot of the slope when red-gold flared through the thinning trees and I paused to gaze at the west face of Jagungal, quite close now, glowing brilliantly in the last rays of the sun. 
 + 
 +Tiredness settles like a cloak on the last lap of a journey as the body senses an end to activity and closes down most of the metabolism of fuel conversion. It suddenly became hard work to keep the skis gliding and not settle back to a walk. Twilight had passed as we picked our way through silhouette forest over faint white ground and came up to O'Keefes Hut. The candle in the window was not needed but the gesture was welcome and soon we were exchanging news with our complementary party travelling north. They were comfortably settled after a leisurely cruise up from Guthega Power Station and made room for us at the hearth. 
 + 
 +A semi-circle of bricks backing the fireplace radiated warmth towards the semi-circle of skiers crouched on low wooden benches before it, some of this warmth fortunately able to penetrate through the rows of socks, mitts, balaclavas and gaiters hung on strings to dry. On the walls cuttings from the Illustrated Sydney News of the 1930s loomed faintly, reflecting the equestrian interests of former hut users. 
 + 
 +These yellowing, tattered-edged pictures were a reminder of the stockmen of the high country what were their thoughts as they sat before the fire in this same hut forty years ago? No doubt they would look on approvingly to see their hut still providing homely shelter to tired travellers on a winter night. It makes me angry to think there are people now who want to burn and destroy our mountain huts - may they never have a day'luck
 + 
 +An initially bright dawn changed to leaden grey as a cold steady southerly brought in cloud. Not a day to scale the heights. There would be no joyful telemarking down the south face of Jagungal and we set off slowly about nine, following Bogong Creek towards Jagangal Saddle. 
 + 
 +Deep snow drifts covered all but adult trees and changed the outline of the hollows. Approaching the cloud ceiling we entered a fantasy world where banks of mist drifted softly along the ridges. Pausing for a photo I watched Chris and Craig ski ahead; two black figures, one moment hazy in mist, the next sharply outlined as a shaft of half-sunlight revealed earth and horizon. Even at 200 metres their identities were unmistakable; a person's skiing being as characteristic as his walk. It was pleasant to hang back for a while and enjoy the good even track Craig was breaking. 
 + 
 +Because of the continuing cool breeze we sought out lee slopes and followed a route to the east of Cup and Saucer. There was no snow melt and we were running very well on blue klister, an unusual thing near noontime. Gliding down to the Valentines, happily conversing all the way, I could have sung with the exhilaration of our swift, flowing travel. This is how the birds must feel when they fly. 
 + 
 +After lunch at Mawsons the Kerries turned on wind and mist, producing dramatic scenery and rime on our hair and clothing. Lower down we joined the multiple ski tracks at Schlink Pass and felt our horizons contract as we passed other parties and approached mechanical civilisation. All too soon we were curled up in a warm, purring car, our thoughts on hamburgers at Goulburn and the glories of the white wilderness receding in the distance
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=== Ski-touring=== 
 + 
 +Anyone interested in ski-touring on 17/l8th July (could be a few days longerin the Snowy Mountains, with Peter Downes, please contact Helen Gray, phone 86,6263, for further details. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Camp At Splendour Rock===== 
 by Peter Miller. by Peter Miller.
 +
 About thirty years ago I heard somebody talking about the delights of camping at Splendour Rock. On subsequent trips I had eyed off the available camping space with interest but hadn't done anything about it until the first weekend in March this year. About thirty years ago I heard somebody talking about the delights of camping at Splendour Rock. On subsequent trips I had eyed off the available camping space with interest but hadn't done anything about it until the first weekend in March this year.
-I had planned to go on Tony Marshall's canoe trip on Tallowa\Zam but at the last minute the weather looked doubtful and I decided that if I was going to get wet I would rather do it walking than sitting down. + 
-It was many years since I had done a solo trip and as everything camDs to those iho wait I decided on Splendour Rock. +I had planned to go on Tony Marshall's canoe trip on Tallowa Dam but at the last minute the weather looked doubtful and I decided that if I was going to get wet I would rather do it walking than sitting down. It was many years since I had done a solo trip and as everything comes to those who wait I decided on Splendour Rock. 
-At Canons the parking fee is now paid at the new shop and ones + 
-name, club and destination are engraved in a book for our grandchildren to sigh over. +At Canons the parking fee is now paid at the new shop and ones name, club and destination are engraved in a book for our grandchildren to sigh over. 
-The nettles are pretty thick along Canons Greek and I was glad to + 
-get to Breakfast Creek for a short spell. It was extremely hot cli:abing Black Horse ridge but it was very pleasant to sit on the rocky outcrop at the top admiring the view. +The nettles are pretty thick along Carlons Creek and I was glad to get to Breakfast Creek for a short spell. It was extremely hot climbing Black Horse ridge but it was very pleasant to sit on the rocky outcrop at the top admiring the view. 
-Lunch was at Mbbb's Soak where I saw two people on horses on their + 
-way to the Cox. There was the usual horse rider's disbelief that anyone could enjoy walking . . . let alone enjoy walking solo. +Lunch was at Mbbb's Soak where I saw two people on horses on their way to the Cox. There was the usual horse rider's disbelief that anyone could enjoy walking... let alone enjoy walking solo. 
-Although there was plenty of water at Mbbb's Soak the small soa'up on top was dry. I carried water and found enough in the small rock hole + 
-on Splendour Rock to last my time there. +Although there was plenty of water at Mbbb's Soak the small soak up on top was dry. I carried water and found enough in the small rock hole on Splendour Rock to last my time there. 
-After making camp about thirty metres back from the rock I had the arternoon to sit and gaze at the changing scene. was pure bliss to sit alone on the rock with a mug of Earl Grey tea and a piece of homemade baclava and listen to the lyre birds. The bird calls were in stereo as the sounds were coming up out of the valleys to the east and west. + 
-The sun set in a cauldron of fire between Mt. Queahgong and]lte Jenolan and dusk settled over the valleys. There was no wind and just a.little cloud covered the moon. +After making camp about thirty metres back from the rock I had the afternoon to sit and gaze at the changing scene. It was pure bliss to sit alone on the rock with a mug of Earl Grey tea and a piece of homemade baclava and listen to the lyre birds. The bird calls were in stereo as the sounds were coming up out of the valleys to the east and west. 
-With the alarm set for 5.30 am I went to bed early after cooking + 
-dinner and putting dry firewood in the tent. There was a very wet mist condensing in the trees and it sounded like rain dripping all night. +The sun set in a cauldron of fire between Mt. Queahgong and Mt. Jenolan and dusk settled over the valleys. There was no wind and just a little cloud covered the moon. 
-The sunrise was magnificent. The dam was covered in mist as was + 
- most of the Axe Head Range. 'Cloudmaker, Kanangra Walls and Guouogang were all clear and just the lightest gossamer mist filled the deep valleys. +With the alarm set for 5.30 am I went to bed early after cooking dinner and putting dry firewood in the tent. There was a very wet mist condensing in the trees and it sounded like rain dripping all night. 
-A light fan-shaped cloud high up in the sky was flooded with colour as the sun rose in the east. The top of Clouamaker and Guouogang turned deep red for an instant and then the sun gathered strength and lit up the sandstone cliffs on Mt. Eborilla and Kanangra Walls. The Cox and t:ae + 
-THE SYDNEY BUSHULLKER June, 1982. +The sunrise was magnificent. The dam was covered in mist as was most of the Axe Head Range. Cloudmaker, Kanangra Walls and Guouogang were all clear and just the lightest gossamer mist filled the deep valleys. 
-- - ,, I 1  + 
-western slopes of Claadmaker v7'erein ddp-Shadow while the tops changed colour and became clearer and brighter. +A light fan-shaped cloud high up in the sky was flooded with colour as the sun rose in the east. The top of Cloudmaker and Guouogang turned deep red for an instant and then the sun gathered strength and lit up the sandstone cliffs on Mt. Moorilla and Kanangra Walls. The Cox and the western slopes of Cloudmaker were in deep shadow while the tops changed colour and became clearer and brighter. 
-After breakfast It as simply amatter of packing up and following the track and the fire trail badk-to Carlons.'+ 
 +After breakfast it as simply a matter of packing up and following the track and the fire trail back to Carlons. 
 It would be possible to fit two tents on the campsite but I do recommend a solo trip for anyone thinking of camping there. It would be possible to fit two tents on the campsite but I do recommend a solo trip for anyone thinking of camping there.
-+ 
-* * * * * 3E, *' * * * * * +---
-CARNIVAL .DT SkTZ tH"+ 
 +===== Carnival In Switzerland===== 
 by Margaret Reid. by Margaret Reid.
-Two of the many advantages of being in the Northern Hemisphere towards the end of winter, is to witness a definite change of season, and then be caught up in the Carnival celebrations. Europeans, whether living in cities or small villages, become completely involved in celebrating together for the last three days before the Lenten season begins. ' 
-After travelling by train from Zurich to Basle, our Swiss hosts introduced us to the last day of the celebrations by serving tea and "carnival cakes" - a,thin pastry about the .size of a dinner plate, and very crisp and sweet. We then walked about two kilometres to the old centre of Basle, where the 
-main Carnival procession was taking place. Nearing the town centre, we could 
-hear the regular beat of drums, and a more intermittent sound of flutes and recorders. We passed a few families returning from the parade - the youngest children wearing jackets and trousers made entirely of omall, petal-shaped pieces of felt in the brightest of colours. :Once in the town centre, we were surrounded by the most magnificent parade, now reaching the end of its three- day, non-stop course through the city. The whole town was involved, each group or club having spent most of the year making their own mask's and costumes. Some groups had Chosen traditional costumes, Chinese, Arabian or Indian stye, others dressed as animals, birds or'flowers. There is much rivalry'thraughout the town to produce even brighter and more original costumes than in previous years. 
-At intervals during the parade, a. cart: or tractor would. appear laden with oranges, carrots and turnips, which the drivers would toss into the crowd. The oranges, filled with rich red juice, were eaten on the spot, and While everyone was preoccupied with sharing the fruit, they were showered with confetti.: For days afterwards confetti was still being found in coat pockets and camera cases. After, three days of confetti-throwing, a soft carpet of paper lay over the cobbled streets of Basle. 
-We greatly enjoyed the whole spectacle, and found ourselves wondering who were the people hidden behind all those grotesque masks. We were told 
-that ten thousand Basle citizens participated in Carnival, so perhaps it was a usually neat and tidy civil servant who threw most of.the confetti; maybe the Lord Mayor drove a tractor and threw oranges and turnips to the crowd - that's the sweet mystery of Swiss Carnival. 
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-Page 7 THE SYDNEY HUSHWALKER June, 1982. 
  
-====== Three Peaks Cheater ======+Two of the many advantages of being in the Northern Hemisphere towards the end of winter, is to witness a definite change of season, and then be caught up in the Carnival celebrations. Europeans, whether living in cities or small villages, become completely involved in celebrating together for the last three days before the Lenten season begins. 
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 + 
 +After travelling by train from Zurich to Basle, our Swiss hosts introduced us to the last day of the celebrations by serving tea and "carnival cakes" - a thin pastry about the size of a dinner plate, and very crisp and sweet. We then walked about two kilometres to the old centre of Basle, where the main Carnival procession was taking place. Nearing the town centre, we could hear the regular beat of drums, and a more intermittent sound of flutes and recorders. We passed a few families returning from the parade - the youngest children wearing jackets and trousers made entirely of small, petal-shaped pieces of felt in the brightest of colours. Once in the town centre, we were surrounded by the most magnificent parade, now reaching the end of its three-day, non-stop course through the city. The whole town was involved, each group or club having spent most of the year making their own masks and costumes. Some groups had chosen traditional costumes, Chinese, Arabian or Indian stye; others dressed as animals, birds or flowers. There is much rivalry throughout the town to produce even brighter and more original costumes than in previous years. 
 + 
 +At intervals during the parade, a cart or tractor would appear laden with oranges, carrots and turnips, which the drivers would toss into the crowd. The oranges, filled with rich red juice, were eaten on the spot, and while everyone was preoccupied with sharing the fruit, they were showered with confetti. For days afterwards confetti was still being found in coat pockets and camera cases. After, three days of confetti-throwing, a soft carpet of paper lay over the cobbled streets of Basle. 
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 +We greatly enjoyed the whole spectacle, and found ourselves wondering who were the people hidden behind all those grotesque masks. We were told that ten thousand Basle citizens participated in Carnival, so perhaps it was a usually neat and tidy civil servant who threw most of the confetti; maybe the Lord Mayor drove a tractor and threw oranges and turnips to the crowd - that's the sweet mystery of Swiss Carnival. 
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 +===== Three Peaks Cheater=====
    
 by Gordon Lee. by Gordon Lee.
-Tigen I joined S.B.W..in 1975 one of my ambitions was to become one of that illustrious band "The Tiger Walkers". Such names as Bruiser Butt, Fleetwing Finch, Rocket Rostron, Hopalong Hodgson, Milo' the Wisp Wallace and others too few to mention came to my notice. Some of them even then + 
-had become Peaceful Pussycats, but some thank goodness were still functioning.. +When I joined S.B.W. in 1975 one of my ambitions was to become one of that illustrious band "The Tiger Walkers". Such names as Bruiser Butt, Fleetwing Finch, Rocket Rostron, Hopalong Hodgson, Willo' the Wisp Wallace and others too few to mention came to my notice. Some of them even then had become Peaceful Pussycats, but some thank goodness were still functioning. 
-Every time I got myself fit enough something happened to spoil my run and I had to wait till '81 to get my act together so when Rocket dropped the hint that there was a 3 Pica trip in the pipeline I took the matter seriously and got down to some consistent training. + 
-On an Easter walk in the Bendethera area that year there were reminiscences and remarks on the 3 Pks. Rocket, Fleetwing, Hopalong and party had done the Cox to Cox in 14 hours some years before. A navigational error had cost them an hour or so. Other efforts were quoted. +Every time I got myself fit enough something happened to spoil my run and I had to wait till '81 to get my act together so when Rocket dropped the hint that there was a 3 Peaks trip in the pipeline I took the matter seriously and got down to some consistent training. 
-7hen I aired the idea that I might attempt the walk, there were thosewho reckoned I could not or should not make the attempt. And when I had the temerity to say that I might even try the Cox to Cox in 24 hours the scepticism and derisive amusement was general. My knees wouldn't stand up to the downhill someone was heard to say, and another made the statement that no one over 40 could do the Cox to Cox in 24 hrs. These were the motivational "needles" I needed. knew I could do it.+ 
 +On an Easter walk in the Bendethera area that year there were reminiscences and remarks on the 3 Peaks. Rocket, Fleetwing, Hopalong and party had done the Cox to Cox in 14 hours some years before. A navigational error had cost them an hour or so. Other efforts were quoted. 
 + 
 +When I aired the idea that I might attempt the walk, there were those who reckoned I could not or should not make the attempt. And when I had the temerity to say that I might even try the Cox to Cox in 24 hours the scepticism and derisive amusement was general. My knees wouldn't stand up to the downhill someone was heard to say, and another made the statement that no one over 40 could do the Cox to Cox in 24 hrs. These were the motivational "needles" I needed. __I__ knew I could do it. 
 My ego received a considerable dent, when, as everybody knows, I failed to complete the course on the May walk of David's. An overtight pair of Volley High Leaps stopped me at Kanangra Ck. below Paralyser. My ego received a considerable dent, when, as everybody knows, I failed to complete the course on the May walk of David's. An overtight pair of Volley High Leaps stopped me at Kanangra Ck. below Paralyser.
-There wasn't a soul to go along on a second attempt in September so I had to wait till 1982 before I could try again. Bill Capon, even at thattime, promised that he'd go with ime when I made the attempt in May '82. I hoped that there would be others. + 
-Not being a complete idiot (there are those who would disagree) I decided that I was going to take no chances. I would cheat my way over the 3 Pks. To know the whole course was a must. All the difficult sectionsnavigationally would have to be "taped" i.e. mentally recorded. +There wasn't a soul to go along on a second attempt in September so I had to wait till 1982 before I could try again. Bill Capon, even at that time, promised that he'd go with me when I made the attempt in May '82. I hoped that there would be others. 
-With David in '81 I had gone up Kooriecone Spur to Gentle's Pass and done the scrub bash to Dex Ck, but not the navigation. I decided that I would go to the knoll above the Pass and do a beeline compass push an this section. + 
-- +Not being a complete idiot (there are those who would disagree) I decided that I was going to take no chances. I would cheat my way over the 3 Peaks. To know the whole course was a must. All the difficult sections navigationally would have to be "taped" i.e. mentally recorded. 
-On a lone walk from Cloudmaker to Paralyser I had missed the P. cairn. + 
-Bill assured me that he knew this well, so I would leave that to him. Having heard of several people who had had difficulties coming down the Guouogang Buttress I thought it best that I get myself up there and con that bit. This I did and that section was taped. Was I glad that I did so, as you +With David in '81 I had gone up Kooriecone Spur to Gentle's Pass and done the scrub bash to Dex Ck, but not the navigation. I decided that I would go to the knoll above the Pass and do a beeline compass push on this section. 
-will hear later. + 
-I also made the decision that I would try to make the base of Kooriecane +On a lone walk from Cloudmaker to Paralyser I had missed the P. cairn. Bill assured me that he knew this well, so I would leave that to him. Having heard of several people who had had difficulties coming down the Guouogang Buttress I thought it best that I get myself up there and con that bit. This I did and that section was taped. Was I glad that I did so, as you will hear later. 
-Page 8 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, 1982. + 
-Spur on Friday night so that a before daylight start on the Cox to Cox could be made. This one backfired;--Agginrdeperiding- on our condition the intention was to start, in the classic mannr, from.Katoomba station. This of course adds nearly -4 miles and a fair bit of up and down to the trip. +I also made the decision that I would try to make the base of Kooriecone Spur on Friday night so that a before daylight start on the Cox to Cox could be made. This one backfired. Again, depending on our condition the intention was to start, in the classic manner, from Katoomba station. This of course adds nearly 4 miles and a fair bit of up and down to the trip. 
-rA'backup party was also required for several reasons. One was the + 
-Oviaus. need of witness. Another was to help us by taking our sleeping gear and some food to Kbnangaroo Clearing. Another to get us off to a flying +backup party was also required for several reasons. One was the obvious need of witness. Another was to help us by taking our sleeping gear and some food to Kanangaroo Clearing. Another to get us off to a flying start an Saturday morning and last, simply to be there Sat. night when we arrived. 
-start an Saturday morning and last, simply to be there Sat. night when we arrived.- + 
-Thank goodness Don and_Jenny,Cornell said thatthey werewillina to_be +Thank goodness Don and Jenny Cornell said that they were willing to be part of the "backup". As it turned out they were the only and to them Bill and I will be eternally grateful. Thanks sincerely Don and Jenny. 
-. . . + 
-13art of the "backup". As it turned.:out they were the only and to them +Don't lose interest dear reader, we are getting to the meat in the sandwich. 
-and I will be eternally grateful. Thanks sincerely Don and Jenny. + 
-Don';lose interestdear reader, we aregetting to the meat.in th sandwich. +After a hot Chocolate at Aroni's (no 3 Peaks should start without)Bill and got moving at 6.00 pm or 1800 hrs for the purists. The weather was perfect, clear sky, half a moon and dry cold air. 10.30 pm (20.30 hrs) saw us at the Cox. 
-After a hot Chacolate'at Aroni's (no 3 Pks should start withott)Bill and .1 got moving at 6.00 pm or 1800 his for the purists. The weather was Perfect clear sky, half a moon and dry cold air.. 10:30 pill(20.30Irs) saw + 
-uS'at'the :Cox. - ' +Holy b..... hell! The river she-oak suckers, only a few inches high last year - didn't even remember them - were now 3 to 5 feet high. After an hour it became clear that no way were we going to get to Gullallie Creek that night, so it was heads down. 
-,Holy.b,....'helll The river she-oak suckers, only a few inches high last.year - didn't even remember them- were now 3 to 5 feet high. . 'After an. haur it:became clear that no way were we going to get to Gullallie Creek that night, so it was heads down.+ 
-I had forgotten my alarm clock and my inbuilt alarm only works on +I had forgotten my alarm clock and my inbuilt alarm only works on change of light, so when Bill jolted me with, "Let's get going!" it was dawn. It seemed only a few minutes down the river to the Cornell's early morning fire - they were expecting us. Breakfast, and off at 7.22 am (0722 hrs). One thing other than those already mentioned that changed hands before we left was a pint of Scotch - for medicinal purposes only
-change of light, so when Bill jolted me with, "Let's get going!" it Was dawn. It seemed Only a fewminutes down the river to the Cornell's early'morning fire - they were expecting us. Breakfast, and off at 7.22 an (0722Aar-S)'. + 
-One thing other than those already mentioned that changed hands before we left was a pint of Scotch - for medicinal purposes only +slow pace was set deliberately for neither of us was sure of the speed for "pacing" ourselves during the marathon ahead. The beeline to Dex Creek seemed to work well. We came out as planned right on the bend of the creek at the base of ridge on which there is the well-defined track to Cloudmaker. We got there at 10.50 am (1050 hrs). 
-'slaw Pace was set deliberately for neither of us was sure + 
-Speed for "pacing" ourselves during the marathon ahead. The beeline tolex +Warwick Blayden kindly supplied us with times which had been done by Butt and Rees in 1965. They had started at 0622 and arrived at Cloudmaker at 0915. At this point we were 35 mins behind their time. We had no intention of trying to equal their times but I noticed that they had rested at the top of each "up" as well as at the bottom, 17 mins on C.25 mins on Paralyser and 12 mins on Guouogang, so I thought that if we didn't stop: at the top, except to sign the books, and "rested" on the descents we could save some time. 
-Creek seemed to work well. We came out as planned right on the bend of the creek at the base of ridge on which there is the well-defined-track to dlaadMaker. We got there at 10.-50 am (1050 his). + 
-Warwick Blayden kindly supplied us with times which had been done by Butt and Reps in 1965. They had started at 0622 and arrived at Cloudmaker +Lunch (?) at Kanangra Creek occupied 18 mins. We took 1.45 hrs get up P.25 mins more than Butt/Rees. At this stage we were an hour behind their excellent time of 6 hrs. 
-at 0915. At this point we were 35 mins behind their time. We had no intention of trying to equal their times but I noticed that they had rested at the top of each "up" as well as at the bottom, 17 thins on C. 25 mine on + 
-Paralyser and 12 mins on Guouogang, so I thought that if we didn't stop: at +For those fortunate people who have never clawed their way up Paralyser I can assure them that it has been aptly named. There is no relief on the upward lift till you get almost to the top. We weren't happy with our effort on this one, even though I didn't stop on the way up. Although I wasn't carrying very much, perhaps the weight of scepticism that had been heaped on me was beginning to tell. 
-the top, except to sign the books, and "rested" an the descents we could save some time. + 
-Lunch (?) at Kanangra Creek occupied 18 mine. We took1.45 his +Bill easily located the cairn signifying the top of P. Fortunately the "Kairn Kickers" hadn't stubbed their toes on this one, nor the next which marks the "turn-off" on Nth. P. ridge where you fall down to the start of Nooroo Gable. If you "hit" the Kanangra anywhere between Nooroo Gully and Jenolan Ck the general direction of up will take you on to the Gable. 
-get -uP 2.-i 25 mins more than Butt/Rees. At this stage we were an hour'. + 
-behind:their excellent time of 6-hrs., . . For those fortunate people who have never clawed their way up-ParaiYser +Butt and Rees had "done" Guouogang in 1.53 so we thought anything under 2 1/2 hrs would be good going, but we were also fully aware that daylight was fast running out and rockclimbing the last part of Nooroo in the semi-darkness would not be a profitable exercise. Nor would getting off G. on to the Buttress. 
-Page 9 TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER June, 1982. + 
-+All these thoughts were in our minds as we munched our scroggin and drank the delicious Kanangra water with which we filled our wine-skins. Perhaps our "psyching up" and the fading daylight gave our feet wings for we made G. trig by 5.45 pm (1745)two hours after starting from the river. The sun was setting and there was just enough light to sign the book. 
-. ...... + 
-can assure them that it has been aptly named. There is no relief on the +Back south to the knoll where we would drop off on to the Easterly G. Buttress. The half moon was slowly dropping towards the horizon behind us, tree cover was thick so the torches had to come out. This ridge, although not so taxing in daylight became a nightmare in the dark. God knows how many times we were on the point of collapsing in a heap and staying put till morning. 
-upward lift till you get almost to the top. We weren't happy with our + 
-effort on this one, even though I didn't stop on the way up. Although I +Perhaps the 3 Peaks madness had got us. The galling fact that we had got to G. in 10.23 hrs (Butt/Rees 9.36) and another two hours of daylight would have seen us off this accursed ridge made us determined to get down at any cost. Time was forgotten. The further we went the worse things got. The moon was getting lower. At one time it was obscured by cloud and to make matters even worse our torches were dimming fast. 
-wasn't carrying very much, perhaps the weight of scepticism that had been heaped on me was beginning to tell. + 
-Bill easily located the cairn signifying the top of P. Fortunately +Poor BillI had to send him ahead when we negotiated the tricky little part past the second saddle immediately after Mt. Bullagowar. (Mt. B. was not without its problems, but that was now behind us.) Bill crashed, cursed and stumbled ahead of me as I yelled, "Left, left!" or "Rightright!" or "Turn the bloody torch to me so as I can see you," and the night wore on, our tempers wore thin and our torch batteries and ours wore out, but somehow we summoned the will to go on. 
-the "Kairn Kickers" hadn't stubbed their toes on this one, nor the next which marks the "turn-off" on Nth. P. ridge where you fall down to the start of + 
-Nooroo Gable. If you "hit" the Kanangra anywhere between Nooroo Gully and jenolan Ck the general direction of up will take you on to the Gable.. +Oh! that glorious orb of wondrous light by which spooners pen their words of love and by what loons are driven loonier, praise to thee, Goddess of the night, for by thy ethereal glow we could discern the shape and horizon of the ridge we were seeking. 
-Butt and Reei had "done" Guouogang in 1.53 so we thought anything under 2-1- his would be goodgoing, but we were also fully aware that daylight was fast running out and rockclimbing the last part of Nooroo in the semi4arkness would not be a profitable exercise. Nor would getting off G. on to the Buttress. + 
-All these thoughts were in our minds as we munched our scroggin and drank the delicious Kanangra water with which we filled our wine-skins. Perhaps our "psyching up" and the fading daylight gave our feet wings for we made G. trig by 5.45 pm (1745)two hours after starting from the river. The sun was setting and there was just enough light to sign the book. +We knew now we were going to make it for the ridge from here on gets "easier". Some of it we walked without torches since at this stage we were using one at a time to conserve them as much as possible for the last descent. 
-Back south to the knoll where we would drop off on to the Easterly G. Buttress. The half moon was slowly dropping towards the horizon behind us, tree cover was thick so the torches had to come out. This ridge, although not so taxing in daylight became a nightmare in the dark. God knows how many times we were on the point of collapsing in a heap and staying put till + 
-morning. +I led down with the only torch that shed any light. We fell, rolled, slid, screamed and laughed our way down. A sticker-outer poked me in the eye, a rock ravished my shin. I could hear Bill, using unseemly words, slipping, slashing and sliding behind me without torch, but the glorious sound of running water was getting closer. 
-Perhaps the 3 Pks madness had got us. The galling fact that we had got to G. in 10.23 hrs (Butt/Rees 9.36) and another two hours of daylight would have seen us off this accursed ridge made us determined to get down at any cost. Time was forgotten. The further we went the worse things got. The moon was getting lower. At one time it was obscured by cloud and to make matters even worse our torches were dimming fast. + 
-Poor BillI had to send him ahead when we negotiated the tricky little part past the second saddle immediately after Mt. Bullagowar. +Then - the river - WATER - 5 3/4 hours after leaving Guouogang. What was that? Torches and voices? Don and JennyNever a sight more heartening or pleasing. And - what was this? fire and a billy on the boil at 11.30 pm (2330). We had been on the go for nearly 17 hours. 
-was not without its problems, but that was now behind us.) Bill crashed, cursed and stumbled ahead of me as I yelled, "Left, left!" or "Right right!" or "Turn the bloody torch to me so as I can see you," and the night wore on, our tempers wore thin and our torch batteries and ours wore out, but somehow we summoned the will to go on. + 
-Oht that glorious orb of wondrous light by which spooners pen their words of love and by what loons are driven loonier, praise to thee, Goddess of the night, for by thy ethereal glow we could discern the shape and horizon of the ridge we were seeking. +Much talk, food, tea and lots of medicine. Godthat Scotch was good. I had at least four or five Bill Burke "Happy Hours" and went to bed, dead. 
-We knew now we were going to make it for the ridge from here on gets + 
-"easier". Some of it we walked without torches since at this stage we were +Bill and I had done it. To old bastards (Bill says, "Less of the old!"had done the Cox to Cox in 24 hrs. No wonder I slept the sleep of the righteous or should that be the inebrious. 
- Page 10 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER. June, 1982. + 
-- --  +The rest was anticlimax. After a marvellous breakfast of Scotch and Bacon and Egg and Scotch and Toast and Tea we sort of sauntered off at 9.30 (0930) for Yellow Pup and Mob's Soak Cave, where we had an executive lunch. It was then we realised that we had to be at Katoomba Station before 6.00 pm (1800). 
- - . - .... .  + 
-using one at a time to conserve them as much as possible for the last descent. +At the Golden Stairs we met Tom Wenman, said G'day and HurrayWe made the station at 5.50 pm (1750). A change of clothes, a couple of deelisheeus schooners and we retired to the Pizza Palace for a feed, washed down with a special claret supplied by Bill for this special occasion. 
-I led down with the only torch that shed any light. We fell, rolled, slid, screamed and laughed our way down. A sticker-outer poked me in the eye, a rock ravished my shin. I could hear Bill, using unseemly words, slipping, slashing and sliding behind me without torch, but the glorious + 
- sound of running water was getting closer. +So that was that
-Then - the river - WATER - hours after leaving Guouogang. What was that? Torches and voices? Don and JennyNever a sight more heartening Or pleasing. And - what was this? IL fire and a billy on the boil at 11.30 pm (2330). We had been on thago for nearly 17 hours. + 
-Much talk, food, tea and lots of medicine. Godthat Scotch was good. I had at least four or five Bill Burke "Happy Hours" and went to bed, dead. +Footnote: Before the week before the walk I did that high protein low carbohydrate (3/4 days) and high c. low p. (3/4 days) and it appears to work for I ate virtually nothing on the Cox to Cox bit except several hand's-ful of mixed fruit and chocolate. Also I didn't suffer cramps or muscular soreness nearly as badly as I had previously after a really strenuous walk. 
-Bill and I had done it. To old bastards (Bill says, "Less of the old!") + 
-bad done the Cox to Cox in 24 hrs. No wander I slept the sleep of the righteous or should that be the inebriaus+Fitnote: I would not advise anyone to follow my regimen but for those foolish enough to ask - I eat meat, loads of sugar and salt, keep late hours, get up early, don't jog, drink beer and have lately acquired a taste for single malt scotches, love butter and the only excercise I get is walking during which I like to walk up hills as fast as I can. I work as a builder's labourer so that I should relax at the weekends, but why should I? 
-The rest was anticlimax. After a marvellous breakfast of Scotch and Bacon and Egg and Scotch and Toast and Tea we sort of sauntered off at 9.30 (0930).for Yellow Pup and Mob's Soak Cave, where we had an executive lunch. It was then we realised that we had to be at Katoomba Station before 6.00 pm (i800). +
-At the Golden Stairs we met Tom Wenman, said G' day and HurrayWe +
-made the station at 5.50 pm (1750). A change of clothes, a couple of deelisheeus schooners and we retired to the Pizza Palace for a feed, washed down with a special claret supplied by Bill for this special occasion. +
-So that was that: +
-Footnote: Before the week before the walk I did that high protein low carbohydrate (3/4 days) and high c. low p. (3/4 days) and it appears to +
-work for I ate virtually nothing on the Cox to Cox bit except several hand's- +
-ful of mixed fruit and chocolate. Also I didn't suffer cramps or muscular soreness nearly as badly as I had previously after a really strenuous walk. +
-Fitnote: I would not advise anyone to follow my regimen but for those +
-foolish enough to ask - I eat meat, loads of sugar and salt, keep late hours, +
-get up early, don't jog, drink beer and have lately acquired a taste for single malt scotches, love butter and the only excercise I get is walking daring which I like to walk up hills as fast as I can. I work as a builder's labourer so that I should relax at the weekends, but why should I?+
 Footnote: This time I wore KT 26s previously broken in. Footnote: This time I wore KT 26s previously broken in.
-Appendix: For those who do not know what the 3 Pks is all about my advice is - remain ignorant.+ 
 +Appendix: For those who do not know what the 3 Peaks is all about my advice is - remain ignorant. 
 Here are some facts and figures:- Here are some facts and figures:-
-Page 11 THE SYDNEY BM:WALKER June, 1982. + 
-... Route and Height differences+__Route and Height differences__
-KatooMba Station (3336 ft.), Cox's River via all or part of Narrow Neck, Cox's River (450 ft.) to CLOUMAKER 3,819 ft. (1). There are several ways. We chose Kooriecone Spur. Kanangra Creek (1000 ft.) + 
-to PARAIYSER 3,795 ft. (2). Kanangra River (1000 ft.), Nooroo Gable, GUGUOGANG 4,232 ft. (3), Cox's River (600 ft.). Again several choices, +Katoomba Station (3336 ft.), Cox's River via all or part of Narrow Neck, Cox's River (450 ft.) to CLOUMAKER 3,819 ft. (1). There are several ways. We chose Kooriecone Spur. Kanangra Creek (1000 ft.) to PARAIYSER 3,795 ft. (2). Kanangra River (1000 ft.), Nooroo Gable, GUGUOGANG 4,232 ft. (3), Cox's River (600 ft.). Again several choices, G. Buttress is one. Route from Cox's back to Katoomba depends on previous choice. Ours was Yellow Pup, Narrow Neck, Katoomba. 
-G. Buttress is one. Route from Cox's back to Katoomba depends on previous choice. Ours was Yellow Pup, Narrow Neck, Katoomba.+
 Distance (as the crow flies) - 96 km or 60 miles. Distance (as the crow flies) - 96 km or 60 miles.
 +
 Time of the Year: Ddring winter solstice May/June or July/August so that humidity is at a bearable level. Hence the hard fact that you really have only 12 hours of daylight. Time of the Year: Ddring winter solstice May/June or July/August so that humidity is at a bearable level. Hence the hard fact that you really have only 12 hours of daylight.
-BUSHULKER RgrIPES  - NO- 2.  
-Judith Rostron s TOASTED MUESLI.  
-1. Mix dry ingredients together. 
-2. Blend,1 cup' HONEY 
-and 1 cup OIL 
-with ii cup Hot Water if honey is hard 
-3. Mix with dry ingredients. 
-4. Bake about 350oF or 150C 
-for half an hour 
-5. Turning meanwhile every 15 mins until brown. 
-5 cups quick cooking oats:. 
-1 cup e4bh: -wheat gerth: 
-Powder'ed skim milk coconut 
-unprocessed bran soy flour 
-1 
-2 cup each: sunflower seeds sesame seeds chopped nuts 
-The advantage of this recipe, with its powdered milk, is that on 
-a bushwalk only water need be added. 
-xxxxxxxxxxx 
  
-====== Sequel To The Three Peaks Trip Bet ======+---- 
 + 
 +=== Bushwalker Recepies - No. 2. ===== 
 + 
 +__Judith Rostron's Toasted Muesli__. 
 + 
 +Ingredients: 
 + 
 +  * 5 cups quick cooking oats. 
 +  * 1 cup wheat germ. 
 +  * 1 cup powdered skim milk. 
 +  * 1 cup coconut. 
 +  * 1 cup unprocessed bran. 
 +  * 1 cup soy flour. 
 +  * 1/2 cup sunflower seeds. 
 +  * 1/2 cup sesame seeds. 
 +  * 1/2 cup chopped nuts. 
 + 
 +Method: 
 + 
 +  - Mix dry ingredients together. 
 +  - Blend 1 cup honey and 1 cup oil with 1/2 cup Hot Water if honey is hard. 
 +  - Mix with dry ingredients. 
 +  - Bake about 350°F or 150°C for half an hour. 
 +  - Turning meanwhile every 15 mins until brown. 
 + 
 +The advantage of this recipe, with its powdered milk, is that on a bushwalk only water need be added. 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +===== Sequel To The Three Peaks Trip Bet=====
   
 by Dot Butler. by Dot Butler.
  
-Fresh (very) from his overseas trip'Bill Burke arrived back at the Clubroom for the May General Meeting to be met by the news that the 3-Peaks trip had been done by Gordon Lee and Bill Capon (both over 40) and that he would have to cash up the $100 he bet that it couldn't be done in under 24 hours by over 40's. "I never renege on my bets," said Billy ruefully forking out. "That'll teach me not to make bets when I'm full.+Fresh (very) from his overseas trip Bill Burke arrived back at the Clubroom for the May General Meeting to be met by the news that the 3-Peaks trip had been done by Gordon Lee and Bill Capon (both over 40) and that he would have to cash up the $100 he bet that it couldn't be done in under 24 hours by over 40's. "I never renege on my bets," said Billy ruefully forking out. "That'll teach me not to make bets when I'm full."
  
-The money was Passed over by Gordon to the Coolana Committee. Now we have to think of some permanent and fitting object at Coolana to perpetuate the Bill Burke rash bet+The money was passed over by Gordon to the Coolana Committee. Now we have to think of some permanent and fitting object at Coolana to perpetuate the Bill Burke rash bet.
  
 Our thanks to Bill Burke and to the winners of the bet, Gordon Lee and Bill Capon. Our thanks to Bill Burke and to the winners of the bet, Gordon Lee and Bill Capon.
  
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 KANANGRA. by Malcolm Steele. KANANGRA. by Malcolm Steele.
 This trip was undertaken on the Anzac Weekend, 24-26 April 1982, by This trip was undertaken on the Anzac Weekend, 24-26 April 1982, by
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