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 by Peter Christian by Peter Christian
  
-| Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors, |  +| Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors,    |  
-  Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf. | + Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf.    
-| Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, |+| Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come,    
-  State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief. |  + State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief.    |  
-| Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, |  +| Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn,    |  
-  However this lack of nature's symphony shall be brief. |+ However this lack of nature's symphony shall be brief.    |
 | |  | | 
-| Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream |  +| Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream    |  
-  Falling freely into ocean's arms, as the fishes it delights. | + Falling freely into ocean's arms, as the fishes it delights.    
-| Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature's moods, |  +| Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature's moods,    |  
-  Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. | + Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights.    
-| Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista |  +| Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista    |  
-  Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights. |+ Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights.    |
 | |  | | 
-| Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat, |  +| Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat,    |  
-  Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides. | + Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides.   
-| The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city, |  +| The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city,    |  
-  A perfect place to let our life flow rythmically with the tides. | + A perfect place to let our life flow rythmically with the tides.    
-| Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, |  +| Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms,    |  
-|  Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides. |+|  Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides.    |
  
 ===== Vale - Kath McKay ===== ===== Vale - Kath McKay =====
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 |* August 17 | Talented Persons Concert | |* August 17 | Talented Persons Concert |
-| |Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and declaimers please contact +| | Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and |  
-Owen Marks - Phone 30-187. | +| |declaimers please contact Owen Marks - Phone 30-187. | 
-| August 24 | Peter Christian will show a series of slides with natural sound effects titled - +| August 24 | Peter Christian will show a series of slides with natural sound 
-"Kosciusko to New England".|+| | effects titled - "Kosciusko to New England". |
 | August 31 | Bush Dancing, with caller.  8 - 10 pm. Nothing complicated, just good fun. | | August 31 | Bush Dancing, with caller.  8 - 10 pm. Nothing complicated, just good fun. |
-Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant, 6:30 pm. B.Y.0;+Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant, 6:30 pm. B.Y.0;
 87 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest. 87 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest.
  
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 Dropping eastward down a creek below the north wall, we descended the roughest and scruffiest of the gorges so far. An hour or more of descent to the steep waterfall and below this came sidling below the cliffs of the "North Col" of The Castle. In rain, mist and cold and with time running out, we struggled down the great rugged slope west from the saddle. Dropping eastward down a creek below the north wall, we descended the roughest and scruffiest of the gorges so far. An hour or more of descent to the steep waterfall and below this came sidling below the cliffs of the "North Col" of The Castle. In rain, mist and cold and with time running out, we struggled down the great rugged slope west from the saddle.
  
-Yadboro Creek and all side creeks were in high flood. But it was great to be among the trees again and get some big log fires going to dry out the sleeping bags. During the evening cooking, that doleful burst of song about "Poor Old Ned" rose in brief Polyphonic crescendo and died suddenly like a chorus of cicadas between Showers+Yadboro Creek and all side creeks were in high flood. But it was great to be among the trees again and get some big log fires going to dry out the sleeping bags. During the evening cooking, that doleful burst of song about "Poor Old Ned" rose in brief polyphonic crescendo and died suddenly like a chorus of cicadas between showers
-. + 
-Next morning we walked half a mile up the' 'Clyde', to tlhere it was +Next morning we walked half a mile up the Clyde River to where it was wide and deep and the current less strong and "floated" over in whatever could be got wet. Some even tried floating the packs upside down, but Irene Pridham floated right-way-Up, as also the "piece de resistance", David Ingram, towed on a lilo.  We even had" to "float' over" the Boyne Creek after a lunch frustrated by time and rain. 
-wide and deep and the 'current less strong and "floated" over in whatevercould .begot yet. .Some even trielfloating the packs up-side down, but Irene: ' Pridham floatedright-way-Up, as also the "piece de resiStance", David Ingram, + 
-towed on a lilo.  We even had" to "float' over" the Boyne Creek after a lunch +The last run into Drury's was a gallop, but of no avail. Fortunately, our hired bus had waited, but at Nowra the last train was missed. We were joined in our bus by a Bush Club party, also delayed by the floods. It was 
-Page 12 TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER July,. 1983! ... +Alex who, by stout efforts to the last, got us out of the predicament, and managed to organize a special bus all the way from Nowra to Sydney. Cheers to the leader!  
-frustrated by time and rain. + 
-The last run into Drury's was a gallop, but of no avail. Fortunately, +//In the same magazine was published comment by several of the people who survived the "Night on Bare Mountain". A few extracts from these accounts follows:// 
-our hired bus had waited, but at Nora the lasttrain was missed. We were joined in our bus by a Bush Club party, also delayed by the floods. It was + 
-Alex who, by stout efforts to the last, got us out of the predicament, and managed to organize a special bus all the way from Nowra to Sydney. Cheers to the leader +__From the Leader Alex Colley.__ - Having spent many a wet weekend at Jamberoo, not far from Peter Page's rain gauge, I think I can estimate precipitation fairly well. For long stretches of the night the rate of fall must have been at least an inch an hour, and the night's total a good six inches (150 mm). As the deluge intensified I recalled Frank Barlow's recent experience at Lamington during a similar downpour. The only place he could camp was on the track with groundsheet spread over the rivulet which ran down it. During the night four large crayfish left the stream to share his couch. The morning after our wetting I asked Frank whether the lobsters had annoyed him, but he was too busy wringing the water out of his sleeping bag to heed my joke.... 
-In the same magazine was published comment by several of the people who survived the "Night on Bare Mountain". A few ..extracts from these accounts follows- + 
-From the Leader Alex Colley. - Having spent many a wet weekend at Jamberoo, not far_from.Peter.Page's rain gauge, I think I can estimate precipitation +__From Yvonne Renwick__ - Colley Constructions were furiously digging a canal around the.tent, through which a three-inch stream of water moved at about 8 knots. Alan continued the canal around the other end of the tent while I watched to see nothing was swept away by the tide.... Alex crawled outside when the rain eased a little and, returning about 10 minutes later, reported he had cleared a space on the crest of the rise, and if we moved camp we should have no more trouble with water rushing through the tent.... We stuffed our gear into our packs, which were swirling around in the deeper pools, up-rooted the tent and fought our way through the wet scrub to the cleared space. Alex and Alan re-erected the tent - an awkward business as all the cords had become hopelessly tangled and had to be cut and re-tied. Looking through the saplings I could see two grotesque figures crawling around in the mud, making strange noises and passing an evil-looking knife from one to the other, 
- fairly well. For ,long stretches of the night the rate of fall must have been at least an inch an hour, and the night's total a good six inches (150 mm)+  
-. As the deluge intensified I recalled Frank Barlow's recent experience at +__From Jean Harvey__ - All were averse to braving the elements to dig trenches, so, still in our bags, we turned on to our tummies and, advancing bare hands under the edge of the tent, we dug, finger to finger, a series of ingenious channels which eventually turned the stream of water away from our heads. Brian suggested we get out of our sodden sleeping bags and spend the night sitting up. As it was not yet midnight, Irene and I protested volubly against such folly, preferring pneumonia recumbent, enclosed in bag, to pneumonia
-Lamington during a similar downpour. The only place he could camp was on the track with groundsheet spread over the rivulet which ran dawn it. During the night four large crayfish left the stream to share his couch. The morning after our wetting I asked Frank whether thebbsters had annoyed him, but he was too busy wringing the water out of his sleeping bag to heed my joke.... +
-From Yvonne Renwick -..Colley Constructions were furiously digging a canal around-the.tent, through which a three-inch stream of water moved at about +
-8 knots. Alan continued the canal around the other end of the tent while I watched to see nothing was swept away by the tide.... Alex crawled outside +
-when the rain cased a little and, returning about 10 minutes later, reported +
-he had cleared a space on the crest of the rise, and if we moved camp we should have no more trouble with water rushing through the tent.... We stuffed our gear into our packs, which were swirling around in the .deeper pools, up-rooted the tent and.faught our way through the wet scrub to the cleared space. Alex and Alan re-erected the tent - an awkward business as all the cords had become hopelessly tangled and had to be cut and re-tied. Looking through the-Saplings I could see two grotesque figures crawling around in the mud, making strange noises and passing an evil-looking knife from.ane to the other'  +
-From Jean Harve. -....All were averse to braving the elements to dig trenches, so, still in our bags, we turned on to our tummies and, advancing bare hands under the edge of the tent, we dug, finger to finger, a series of ingenious channels which eventually turned the stream of water away from our heads. +
-Brian suggested we get out of our sodden sleeping bags and spend the night +
-sitting up. As it was not yet midnight, Irene and I protested volubly against such folly, preferring pneumonia recumbent, enclosed in bag, to pneumonia+
 sitting up, without bag. sitting up, without bag.
-From Frank Barlow (this perhaps has some slight exaggerations) - 
-heard-was exactly like that thunderous sound one hears when standing at the foot of Niagara Falls. As a wall of water 6 inches deep washes through my tent 
-I see my pack disappear through the flaps and slide away down the slope. Leaping 
-out into the deluge I rescued it 100 ft down.the slope.  To get back to the 
-tent I had to swim and leap up the rapids like a salmon. Into the flapping tent 
-I flung myself only to discover that the graandsheet had disappeared.. I found 
-it together with my sleeping bag caught against a large rock..... 
  
-===== TREKKING THROUGH THE MCPHERSON RANGESNOVEMBER 1982 PART 10 =====  +__From Frank Barlow__ (this perhaps has some slight exaggerations) - What I heard was exactly like that thunderous sound one hears when standing at the foot of Niagara Falls. As a wall of water 6 inches deep washes through my tent I see my pack disappear through the flaps and slide away down the slope. Leaping 
-by "'RaiLiddle+out into the deluge I rescued it 100 ft down the slope.  To get back to the tent I had to swim and leap up the rapids like a salmon. Into the flapping tent I flung myself only to discover that the groundsheet had disappeared. I found it together with my sleeping bag caught against a large rock..... 
 + 
 +===== Trekking Through the McPherson RangesNovember 1982 Part I =====  
 +by Wal. Liddle 
 + 
 +Through a break in the white fairy floss clouds we could see the high rise apartment towers of the Gold Coast silhouetted against the blue-gray of the coastline. The pilot's voice came over the intercom "Fasten seat belts, extinguish all cigarettes." as the plane started on its descent flight path. 
 + 
 +The airbus 200 landed at Brisbane airport one hour twenty minutes after take off from Mascot. Our group of three were greeted by the tour leader Pat and co-leader Mark (a biologist) and escorted to a waiting minibus. The bus then proceeded to the South Brisbane interstate railway station where another of the Sydney people was waiting, having traveled by train the night before. A further stop in one of the suburbs to pick up a local walker and we were on our way to the McPherson Ranges. At Nerang 45 miles from Brisbane Pat stopped the bus and loaded our victuals on board. 
 + 
 +From here we proceeded to Beechmont and stopped at Rosettas Lookout which is situated on a high road at the top of the mountain. The vantage spot presented a breath-taking view looking down into a deep but wide valley, the light green of the cleared farm areas standing out against the dark green bush of the mountain side. A wire fence plunged down the steep slope on our left with three high tension power lines above effectively diving the boundaries of the land. Two brightly coloured hang gliders could be seen in the distance, the pilots taking advantage of the updrafts to soar like eagles, whilst a young man was navigating a radio controlled model plane at the top of the slope. 
 + 
 +Resuming our journey we proceeded to Natural Bridge which consisted of a cave and natural stone arch above a deep crystal blue waterhole in a beautiful bush setting. Picnickers from the city were having lunch under the trees whilst the younger members were swimming in the waterhole. The more adventurous were climbing the sides of the cave and then diving into the pool. A stone flagged path led upwards from the creek and waterhole to a rustic timber bridge halfway up the gully from where a sweeping view of the scenery and activities below was obtained. 
 + 
 +Our luncheon spot was on a dirt road near an A-frame house not far from Natural Bridge. As the luncheon was being prepared a strange cooing sound came from around the bend. Further investigation revealed that the sound emanated from a large fat pigeon that was waddling across the road. The bird was brown in colour with a white lower breast and was feeding on fallen berries and grass seeds. Mark indicated that this was a Wonga Pigeon. 
 + 
 +We then saw a black-faced fly catcher flying between the trees. This small bird was coloured blue-grey on its upper parts with an orange under belly and a black face. 
 + 
 +After devouring the last of our cheese sandwiches and finishing off the black tea the group piled into the bus and were driven to Binna Burra, a camping area adjacent to Lamington National Park. We pitched the two-man tents on a terraced area at the edge. of a mountain plateau with views towards the ocean. While setting up the tents we were introduced to Graham, a tree surgeon from Northern N.S.W. who was joining us as the last member of the bushwalking group. 
 + 
 +After dinner that evening Mark produced a large spotlight and attempted to show the party some of the animal and bird life that lived in the trees. Alas, all we found was a brown Boo Book Owl that seemed to be fast asleep in the fork of a low branched tree. 
 + 
 +We awoke the next morning to a hot and sunny day. Pat indicated that the bus would drive on to our next camping spot and we would only need the bare essentials for the day's walking. Whilst the breakfast was being prepared I strolled over to a cleared area close to the thick bush. Joyce was there before me taking photos of a family of pademelon wallabies that were grazing on grass seeds and small plants. Here also a scrub turkey was scratching in the dirt and undergrowth for berries and insects. The bird's plumage was black with a red head and a yellow band of colour around its scrawny neck. 
 + 
 +After breakfast Pat called the group together and indicated on the map our route for the day. Mark looked resplendent in khaki shorts, grey shirt, leather leggings and boots, complete with a Forestry Commission yellow hard hat. In addition to his haversack he was carrying a briefcase full of reference books and key maps.
  
-Through a break in the white fairy floss clouds we could.see the high rise apartment towers of the Gold Coast silhouetted againthe.blue-gray of the coast line. The pilot's voice came over the interco4"Faste1 seat belts, extinguish all cigarettes," as the plane started on its descent' flight .path. 
-The airbus 200 landed at Brisbane airport one hour twenty minutes 'after-take off from Mascot. 
-Our group of three were greeted by the tour leader Pat and. .co-leader 
-Mark (a biologist) and gscorted to a waiting mini-bus. The bus then proce9ded to the South Brisbane interstate railway station where another of the Sydney people was waiting, having travelled by train the night before. A further 4 stop in one of the suburbs to pick up a. local walker and we wereon our way. the McPherson Ranges. At Nerang 45 miles' from Brisbane Pat stopiped the bus and loaded our victuals on board, 
-From here we proceeded to Beechmont and stopped at Rosettas Lookout w ich is situated on a high road at the top of the mountain. The vantage spot presented a breath-taking view looking down into a deep but wide valley, the light green of the cleared farm areas standing out against the dark green bush of the mountain side .',A 'wire fence plunged down the steep slope on our left with three high tensiOn power lines above effectively diving the boundaries 
-of the land. Two brightly coloured hang gliders could be see- in the distance, the pilots taking advantage of the updrafts to soar like eagles, whilst a young man was navigating a radiocontrolled mO4el.plane at the top of the slope. 
-Resuming our journey we proceeded to Natural Bridge which consisted of 
-a cave and natural stane:arbh above a deep crystal blue waterhole in a beautiful bush setting. Picnickers from the city wer&haVing lunch under the trees whilst the younger members were swimming in te'waterhole. ..The more adventurous were climbing the sides of the cave and then diving into the pool. A stone flagged path led upwards from the creek and waterhole to a rustic timber bridge halfway up the gully from where"a'sweeping vfe'w.of theZ:acenery and activities below was obtained. 
-Our luncheon spot was on a dirt road near an A-frame house not far from 
-Natural Bridge. As the luncheon was being prepared a strange cooing sound came from around the bend. Further investigation revealed that the sound emanated from a large fat pigeon that was waddling across the road. The bird 
-was brown in colour with a white lower breast and.was feeding on fallen berries and grass seeds. Mark indicated that this was a'Wonga Pigeon. 
-We then saw alplack-faced fly catcher flying between the trees.. This 
-small bird was coloured blue grey on its upper parts with an orange under- -t belly and a black face- 
-After devouring the last'Of our cheese sandwiches and finishing off t4e black tea the group piled into the bus'and.were driven to Binna Burra, a camping area adjacent to :Lamington National Park. We pitched the two-man tents on a terraced area at the edge. of a mountain'Plateau with views towards the ocean. aile setting':up the tents we were introduced to Graham, a tree surgeon from Northern. N.S.W. who was joining us as the last member of the bushwalking group. - . 
-After dinner that evening Mark produced a large spotlight and attempted to show the party some of the animal and bird life that lived in the trees. 
-Alas, all we found was a brown Boo Book Owl that seemed to be fast asleep in the fork of a low branched tree. 
-We awoke the next morning to a hot and sunny day. Pat indicated that the bus would drive on to our next camping spot and we would only need the bare essentials for the day's walking. Whilst the breakfast was being prepared I strolled over to a cleared area close to the thick bush. Joyce was there before me taking photos of a family of paddemelon wallabies that were grazing on grass seeds and small plants. Here also a scrub turkey was scratching in the dirt and undergrowth for berries and insects. The bird's plumage was black with a red head and a yellow band of colour around its scrawny neck. 
-After breakfast Pat called the group together and indicated on the map Our route for the day. Mark looked resplendent in khaki shorts, grey shirt, leather leggings and boots, complete with a Forestry Commission yellow hard hat. In addition to his haversack he was carrying a briefcase full of reference books and key maps. 
 Shortly afterwards we set off on the well-defined graded Border Track. In a few minutes the temperature had dropped considerably because of the tall trees and dense canopy overhead that blocked out the rays of the sun. Shortly afterwards we set off on the well-defined graded Border Track. In a few minutes the temperature had dropped considerably because of the tall trees and dense canopy overhead that blocked out the rays of the sun.
-Mark said that all of the trees in this section of the plateau were rainforest species and that eucalypts did not grow here. He pointed out some of the species as we proceeded along the path - Red Carabeens 100 to 140 feet high, Rose Mahoganys, White Walnuts, the Silver Quandang, the Mock Orange tree, down to the smallest, a Finger Lime only 50 mm in diameter with tiny 'bananas' that a persoh can eat. At each bend in the trcck the forest opened up new vistas for the walkers. The light that filtered through the trees accentuated the different colours and textures of the vegetation.+ 
 +Mark said that all of the trees in this section of the plateau were rainforest species and that eucalypts did not grow here. He pointed out some of the species as we proceeded along the path - Red Carabeens 100 to 140 feet high, Rose Mahoganys, White Walnuts, the Silver Quandang, the Mock Orange tree, down to the smallest, a Finger Lime only 50 mm in diameter with tiny 'bananas' that a person can eat. At each bend in the track the forest opened up new vistas for the walkers. The light that filtered through the trees accentuated the different colours and textures of the vegetation. 
 Suddenly a sharp sound like a rifle shot rang out. This call repeated at intervals came from a Rifle Bird. The bird was black in colour with a white cheek. Suddenly a sharp sound like a rifle shot rang out. This call repeated at intervals came from a Rifle Bird. The bird was black in colour with a white cheek.
 +
 Many of the tall trees that we passed were 'buttressed', a method devised by nature to widen their base to support the immense height of the tree. Here and there the group came across a deep gully filled with tree ferns of different varieties. Many of the tall trees that we passed were 'buttressed', a method devised by nature to widen their base to support the immense height of the tree. Here and there the group came across a deep gully filled with tree ferns of different varieties.
-As the walkers came over a rise in the track a strange sight met our eyes - two tall trees were growing together, one over the other. The outer one was the notorious strangler Fig which was actually choking to death the Mahogany tree underneath. The Fig starts its life via a seed which is dropped by abird or possum at the top of the host tree. The seed germinates and spreads its leaves to the sun whilst its roots drop to the ground below. Soon a curtain of slender roots enclose the trunk of the host tree, thickening and fusing together in an ever tightening lacework until eventually the host tree dies and rots away. The Fig then stands unaided as a huge hollow column.+ 
 +As the walkers came over a rise in the track a strange sight met our eyes - two tall trees were growing together, one over the other. The outer one was the notorious Strangler Fig which was actually choking to death the Mahogany tree underneath. The Fig starts its life via a seed which is dropped by a bird or possum at the top of the host tree. The seed germinates and spreads its leaves to the sun whilst its roots drop to the ground below. Soon a curtain of slender roots enclose the trunk of the host tree, thickening and fusing together in an ever tightening lacework until eventually the host tree dies and rots away. The Fig then stands unaided as a huge hollow column. 
 The bushwalkers broke out of the cool of the forest into bright sunlight at 10 am near the Joalah Lookout. The lookout commands an awe-inspiring breathtaking view of the lush Tweed Valley below. The valley, extends for The bushwalkers broke out of the cool of the forest into bright sunlight at 10 am near the Joalah Lookout. The lookout commands an awe-inspiring breathtaking view of the lush Tweed Valley below. The valley, extends for
-30 miles. In the far distance' a bright orange/red flame tree stood out from the dark green of the surrounding trees. Our view was partly obsuured by fog over _the distant mountains but Mt. Warning could be seen some ten miles away at the western side of the valley. Mt. Warning was originally the plug of +30 miles. In the far distance' a bright orange/red flame tree stood out from the dark green of the surrounding trees. Our view was partly obscured by fog over the distant mountains but Mt. Warning could be seen some ten miles away at the western side of the valley. Mt. Warning was originally the plug of a great volcano that  erupted some 20 million years ago pouring forth lava. Over the years some of this lava eroded away to form the Tweed Valley. Pat the leader explained that we would be walking south for the rest of the journey not far from the rim of the escarpment and we would eventually traverse the whole length of the valley. 
-Page 16 THE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER July, 1983. + 
-a great-volcano-thaterupted some 20-million-years-ago pouring-forthlava.-- Over the years some of this lava eroded aWay to form the Tweed Valley. Pat the leader explained that we would be walking south for the rest of the journey not far from the rim of the escarpment and we would eventually traverse the whole length of the valley. +After a short rest the party again plunged into the cool of the forest. Not far along the track a native Raspberry was growing. The members of the party that tested the berries said that they were bland in flavour. Mark Pointed to a Duboise tree stating that the Aborigines had used the bark of the tree to catch fish. The bark when placed in water has a stunning effect. 
-After a short rest the party again plunged into the cool of the forest. Not far along the track a Native Raspberry was growing. The members of the party that tested the berries saia that they were bland in flavour. Mark Pointed to a Duboise tree stating that the Aborigines had used the bark of the tree to catch fish. The bark when placed in water has a stunning effect. + 
-At a bend in the track we witnessed a dance by the Rufous Fantail. This small bird about the size of a robin is generally brown in colour with a patch of white under the beak. A splash of orange is featured the head and this colour also extends down the back and halfway up the tail. The bird flitted along the track in front of us seeming to say "Catch me if you can"+At a bend in the track we witnessed a dance by the Rufous Fantail. This small bird about the size of a robin is generally brown in colour with a patch of white under the beak. A splash of orange is featured on the head and this colour also extends down the back and halfway up the tail. The bird flitted along the track in front of us seeming to say "Catch me if you can"
-- -+
 The path then turned inland through pristine green gullies and at 11.00 am the party reached Dragon Bird Creek which was flowing with water from the Coomera River. The path then turned inland through pristine green gullies and at 11.00 am the party reached Dragon Bird Creek which was flowing with water from the Coomera River.
-At 12 noon we reached MtMerino Lookout overlooking the Tweed Valley. Our view was of cleared farmland interspersed with trees. Dense bush grew on the mountain tOp. MtWarning again appeared on our left but with a changed perspective because we were viewing it from a different angle. + 
-A large grey .bird, the Top Knot Pigeon, so named because of the shape of the feathers on its head, flew above the valley. Purple flowered bushes and yellow clumps of daisies grew at the edge of the lookout. At 2.30 the walkers reached Moon Joorara Lookout from where could be seen the township of Murwillumbah and in the distance Byron Bay. +At 12 noon we reached Mt Merino Lookout overlooking the Tweed Valley. Our view was of cleared farmland interspersed with trees. Dense bush grew on the mountain top. Mt Warning again appeared on our left but with a changed perspective because we were viewing it from a different angle. 
-Not far from.the lookout, the group saw a number of King Parrots feeding in the tree tops. These large birds were coloured orange/red on the head and lower parts with soft green feathers to the rest of the body. They have a tail which is almost as long as the wing.+ 
 +A large grey bird, the Top Knot Pigeon, so named because of the shape of the feathers on its head, flew above the valley. Purple flowered bushes and yellow clumps of daisies grew at the edge of the lookout. At 2:30 the walkers reached Moon Joorara Lookout from where could be seen the township of Murwillumbah and in the distance Byron Bay. 
 + 
 +Not far from the lookout, the group saw a number of King Parrots feeding in the tree tops. These large birds were coloured orange/red on the head and lower parts with soft green feathers to the rest of the body. They have a tail which is almost as long as the wing. 
 Dingo droppings were observed on ton of a rock near the junction of a dry creek bed. These droppings marked the boundary of that particular dingo's territory and served as a warning to other animals. Dingo droppings were observed on ton of a rock near the junction of a dry creek bed. These droppings marked the boundary of that particular dingo's territory and served as a warning to other animals.
-At 5.30 we broke out of the dense forest to a large cleared area on top of a mountain. A large timber arch over the track proclaimed that we had reached the boundary of-that section of the park. We had come to O'Reillys, an area consisting of a large guest house/motel complete with a camping and caravaning area Our tents had been pitched, for us alongside the minibus, in a clearing comnanding an extensive view of mountains and valleys that receded in the 
-distance. . 
-The evening meal was partaken with a picturesque red sunset in the background,. the sun taking half-an-hOur to sink below the horizon. . We shared some of our food with two blue and black satin bowerbirds and a yellow and black regent bowerbird. The satid bowerbirds are,so named because of the sheen of their feathers. After-the meal the party adjourned to the guest house .ware a film evening was in iprogreSs consisting of coloured slides and a commentary by an ornithologist. The room was packed with birdwatchers, including some people from America and Japan. End of PART 1.  
  
-===== FREE FOR THE DAY ===== +At 5:30 we broke out of the dense forest to a large cleared area on top of a mountain. A large timber arch over the track proclaimed that we had reached the boundary of-that section of the park. We had come to O'Reillys, an area consisting of a large guest house/motel complete with a camping and caravaning area Our tents had been pitched, for us alongside the minibus, in a clearing commanding an extensive view of mountains and valleys that receded in the distance. 
-by Spiro Hajinakitas. + 
-Date& Saturday, 26th March, 1983. +The evening meal was partaken with a picturesque red sunset in the background, the sun taking half an hour to sink below the horizon. We shared some of our food with two blue and black Satin Bowerbirds and a yellow and black Regent Bowerbird. The Satin Bowerbirds are so named because of the sheen of their feathers. After the meal the party adjourned to the guest house where a film evening was in progress consisting of coloured slides and a commentary by an ornithologist. The room was packed with birdwatchers, including some people from America and Japan.  
-Route: Carlon's Farm, Tin Pot Mountain, Goolara Peak, Jenolan River, + 
-+**__End of Part I__** 
-Mount O'Reilly, Cox's River, Breakfast Creek, Carlon's Creek, Carlon'Fame + 
-Starters & Craig and Christine Austin, Ian Olsen, Alan and Dorothy Pike, _John Redfern, Richard Winthorpe, Spiro Hajinakitas.+===== Free for the Day ===== 
 +by Spiro Hajinakitas 
 + 
 +DateSaturday, 26th March, 1983 | 
 +Route: Carlon's Farm, Tin Pot Mountain, Goolara Peak, Jenolan River, Mount O'Reilly, Cox's River, Breakfast Creek, Carlon's Creek, Carlon'Farm | 
 +Starters Craig and Christine Austin, Ian Olsen, Alan and Dorothy Pike, John Redfern, Richard Winthorpe, Spiro Hajinakitas. 
 Energetic young offsprings can really wear out good-hearted grandparent babysitters, consequently it's much easier to arrange to leave the youngsters in the loving care and attention of their grandparents, or whoever, for one day as opposed to two days. Understandably, bushwalkers bringing up a family do have their walking activities somewhat restricted, but with a little organisation it is possible for them to go walking now and then. Energetic young offsprings can really wear out good-hearted grandparent babysitters, consequently it's much easier to arrange to leave the youngsters in the loving care and attention of their grandparents, or whoever, for one day as opposed to two days. Understandably, bushwalkers bringing up a family do have their walking activities somewhat restricted, but with a little organisation it is possible for them to go walking now and then.
 +
 So with the babysitters organised, John Redfern and I were pleased to accept Chris' invitation to go on a long day walk in the Blue Mountains. So with the babysitters organised, John Redfern and I were pleased to accept Chris' invitation to go on a long day walk in the Blue Mountains.
-We left Sydney at some ungodly hour and arrived at Carlon's Farm at 
-8.15 am. On the way up John remarked how strange it was for him to-pack for a day walk as he usually goes on overnight walks, as I do. He fdlt sure he had brought along .too much gear and food. Thus whilst we waited for Craig, Christine, Richard and Ian to arrive we sorted out our gear, got our ect together and walked up to Bert Carlon's newly located shop to pay our parking fee, than we merry eight were off. 
-Along the road to Ironpot Mountain we could see that the bush had 
-benefited from the recent rain and looking back towards Narrow Neck we envied 
-the view that the people at "Galong" had. Christine wished she had a view like that from her backyard. We made OUT way out along _the.. ridge to Ironpot Mountain and Goolara Peak, occasionally catching a glimpse of the Cox's River 600 metres or so below. A little difficulty was experienced finding a negotiable route down off Goolara Peak and at one stage a loose stone, as large as a kettle drum, was sent rolling and crashing down the mountain. I hope there was no one in the way! 
-Once past the steep section, the ridge flattened_out and 17...e.stopped to admire a most handsome stand of iron Barks and our botanists Ian and Christine, with lots of help from Dorothy, answered all Tuestions. Craig pointed out a couple of red _cedars. We reluctantly dropped off the ridge on to the Cox's, and stopped for a short break. The Cox's was flowing strongly and high, its water glistering in the midday sunshine. . What a difference a good bit of rain can do, it was indeed heartening to see tho Cox's again running 
-, freely and clean after months of severe drought. 
-We started off up the Jenolan River and after a short walk stopped for lunch on a nice grassy bank. As we had all had a very early breakfast we did feel rather hungry and we ate a hearty Dinah Washed down with tea and coffee. Then we were off again and soon we were admiring the spectacular 
-2age 18 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER July, 1983. 
-steep-sides'of the-Lower'Jenolan Canyon, I had-not ever walked up or down the Jenolan River and I was impressed with the scenery it offered. Many years ago, Craig told us he did walk right up to Caves House, the upper reacheS of the river being much slower to manoeuver. 
-At last the time came for some uphill going. Shlowly up and up, with Richard setting the pace, we pl3dded on until we reached the top of.MoUnt. - O'Reilly at about 900 metres. We stopped to rest and regroup, measured our pulse rates, why I can't imagine, listened with interest to John about his "nutrition" course, and as Alan was dying for a cup of tea, we marched .off down the north-eastern ridge to the Cox's. In no time at all Alan had a fire going and we finished off the carrot cake and other goodies. 
- Richard raced off up the river and up Breakfast Creek to get back to the cars before dark, whilst we followed at a slower pace. At the junction of the Cox's and Breakfast Creek we came upon a large party of school children and their teachers cooking their evening meal. We walked through their camp, exchanged greetings and started off up Breakfast Creek. 
-By the time we reached Carlon's Creek the sun had set and as we walked on in the dark, occasionally we would feel the slight stinging sensation of the stinging nettles hiding in the dark shadows. Sometimes the full moon managed to penetrate the tree cover and we finally got back to our cars at about 7.30 pm. 
-John and I remarked how nice it would have been if we had stayed out and camped on the Cox's'as is our usual Saturday night habit. . We changed into our 'clean "street" clothes and thought back on the day's walk. We all agreed it was a great trip and made plans for a follow-up day walk in the not too distant future. 
-*XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 
-.NOTICE OF CHANGE OF WALK. LEADER - IAN DEBERT, 
-Ian advises that due to unforeseen circumstances he is unableto lead the walk set down for July 23,24 - Hartley Vale Historical Walk, Base Camp at Hartley Vale. The walk will now be on the 30,31st of July, details as programmed for the earlier date. 
  
-===== ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION 1983 - UNFINANCIAL MEKBERS PLEASE NOTE ===== +We left Sydney at some ungodly hour and arrived at Carlon's Farm at 8:15 am. On the way up John remarked how strange it was for him to pack for a day walk as he usually goes on overnight walks, as I do. He felt sure he had brought along too much gear and food. Thus whilst we waited for Craig, Christine, Richard and Ian to arrive we sorted out our gear, got our act together and walked up to Bert Carlon's newly located shop to pay our parking fee, than we merry eight were off. 
-Single member $10 + 
-Married couple $13 +Along the road to Ironpot Mountain we could see that the bush had benefited from the recent rain and looking back towards Narrow Neck we envied the view that the people at "Galong" had. Christine wished she had a view like that from her backyard. We made our way out along the ridge to Ironpot Mountain and Goolara Peak, occasionally catching a glimpse of the Cox's River 600 metres or so below. A little difficulty was experienced finding a negotiable route down off Goolara Peak and at one stage a loose stone, as large as a kettle drum, was sent rolling and crashing down the mountain. I hope there was no one in the way! 
-Full-time student $ a + 
-Non-active member $ 3 +Once past the steep section, the ridge flattened out and we.stopped to admire a most handsome stand of Ironbarks and our botanists Ian and Christine, with lots of help from Dorothy, answered all questions. Craig pointed out a couple of red cedars. We reluctantly dropped off the ridge on to the Coxs, and stopped for a short break. The Coxs was flowing strongly and high, its water glistering in the midday sunshine. What a difference a good bit of rain can do, it was indeed heartening to see tho Coxs again running freely and clean after months of severe drought. 
-Non-active member with magazine posted $ 8+ 
 +We started off up the Jenolan River and after a short walk stopped for lunch on a nice grassy bank. As we had all had a very early breakfast we did feel rather hungry and we ate a hearty lunch washed down with tea and coffee. Then we were off again and soon we were admiring the spectacular steep sides of the Lower Jenolan Canyon, I had not ever walked up or down the Jenolan River and I was impressed with the scenery it offered. Many years ago, Craig told us he did walk right up to Caves House, the upper reaches of the river being much slower to maneuver 
 + 
 +At last the time came for some uphill going. Slowly up and up, with Richard setting the pace, we plodded on until we reached the top of Mount O'Reilly at about 900 metres. We stopped to rest and regroup, measured our pulse rates, why I can't imagine, listened with interest to John about his "nutrition" course, and as Alan was dying for a cup of tea, we marched off down the north-eastern ridge to the Coxs. In no time at all Alan had a fire going and we finished off the carrot cake and other goodies. 
 + 
 +Richard raced off up the river and up Breakfast Creek to get back to the cars before dark, whilst we followed at a slower pace. At the junction of the Coxs and Breakfast Creek we came upon a large party of school children and their teachers cooking their evening meal. We walked through their camp, exchanged greetings and started off up Breakfast Creek. 
 + 
 +By the time we reached Carlons Creek the sun had set and as we walked on in the dark, occasionally we would feel the slight stinging sensation of the stinging nettles hiding in the dark shadows. Sometimes the full moon managed to penetrate the tree cover and we finally got back to our cars at about 7:30 pm. 
 + 
 +John and I remarked how nice it would have been if we had stayed out and camped on the Coxs as is our usual Saturday night habit.  We changed into our clean "street" clothes and thought back on the day's walk. We all agreed it was a great trip and made plans for a follow-up day walk in the not too distant future. 
 + 
 +===== Notice of Change of Walk ===== 
 +Leader - Ian Debert 
 + 
 +Ian advises that due to unforeseen circumstances he is unable to lead the walk set down for July 23,24 - Hartley Vale Historical Walk, Base Camp at Hartley Vale. The walk will now be on the 30,31st of July, details as programmed for the earlier date. 
 + 
 +===== Annual Subscription 1983 - Unfinancial Members Please Note ===== 
 + 
 +Single member $10 | 
 +Married couple $13 | 
 +Full-time student $8 | 
 +Non-active member $3 | 
 +Non-active member with magazine posted$8 
 These subscriptions were due and payable as at the Annual General Meeting, 9th March. These subscriptions were due and payable as at the Annual General Meeting, 9th March.
-The Treasurer is at present on holidays overseas, but the President, +The Treasurer is at present on holidays overseas, but the President, Tony Marshall or John Holly will accept subscriptions in the Clubroom, or **__unfinancial__** members may send their cheques to the Sydney Bushwalkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001.
-TonyMarshall or John Holly will accept subscriptions in the ClUbroom, or UNFINANGIAL members may send their cheques to the Sydney Bushwalkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001.+
  
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