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198505 [2014/10/10 11:17]
simon [CONGRATULATIONS]
198505 [2014/12/06 08:32]
simon [A VALLEY IN MIND.]
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 by Stuart Maxwell. by Stuart Maxwell.
  
-__THE PARTY:__ Don Finch (leader), Jennie Brown, Wendy Allan, Matthew Walton, Virgil Stephens and Stuart Maxwell.+__THE PARTY:__ Don Finch (leader), Jennie Brown, Wendy Aliano, Matthew Walton, Virgil Stephens and Stuart Maxwell.
  
 Last year's great Deua walk got forty starters. We were only three real bush walkers, two innocent prospectives and me. Why? Was it the 3,000 metres odd of climbing? (Or three other good Easter trips. Ed.) Last year's great Deua walk got forty starters. We were only three real bush walkers, two innocent prospectives and me. Why? Was it the 3,000 metres odd of climbing? (Or three other good Easter trips. Ed.)
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 Morning tea on the Deua; this gentle, clear, permanent stream, dancing in the strong sunlight under tall river oaks was very different from last year's swollen river. A terrible cry announced Matthew'​s exuberant sampling of the waters, a process repeated at every available opportunity. Morning tea on the Deua; this gentle, clear, permanent stream, dancing in the strong sunlight under tall river oaks was very different from last year's swollen river. A terrible cry announced Matthew'​s exuberant sampling of the waters, a process repeated at every available opportunity.
  
-All day we ascended the Deua and Woolla Creek. Suddenly at five, Don announced camp and before the tents were up or the fire lit, the heavens opened. A chillng ​wait for the rain to stop and cold dinner for some followed by early bed. Meanwhile, however, our leader had lit a fire under his fly, and with Wendy, had dined in style; he woke us at eight when the rain had stopped - the fire, still burning, was ready to be transferred (on a piece of bark, which he had thoughtfully built it on) to the open air. Don had also tracked, fought, caught and killed a deadly funnel-web spider between the sleeping bags.+All day we ascended the Deua and Woolla Creek. Suddenly at five, Don announced camp and before the tents were up or the fire lit, the heavens opened. A chilling ​wait for the rain to stop and cold dinner for some followed by early bed. Meanwhile, however, our leader had lit a fire under his fly, and with Wendy, had dined in style; he woke us at eight when the rain had stopped - the fire, still burning, was ready to be transferred (on a piece of bark, which he had thoughtfully built it on) to the open air. Don had also tracked, fought, caught and killed a deadly funnel-web spider between the sleeping bags.
  
 __Saturday:​__ Off up the hills. About 1,350 m climb all day, the longest being 450 m. Even so we were not up to Don's ambitions and had to cut the day short, leaving out two or three peaks on the southern spur of Mt. Donovan, one of which, a round, rocky, stepped mass was Don's objective for the weekend (Ref. GA 619233 Bendethera). __Saturday:​__ Off up the hills. About 1,350 m climb all day, the longest being 450 m. Even so we were not up to Don's ambitions and had to cut the day short, leaving out two or three peaks on the southern spur of Mt. Donovan, one of which, a round, rocky, stepped mass was Don's objective for the weekend (Ref. GA 619233 Bendethera).
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 This time it was not so heavy and the fire was lit for dinner. Matthew, full of go, wanted us to stay up, recite and sing, but by nine he was alone at the fire, and we were contesting sleeping bags and tents with leeches. Feeling one inside my shirt, but too tired to bother, I tried to sleep but it kept tickling my armpit. This time it was not so heavy and the fire was lit for dinner. Matthew, full of go, wanted us to stay up, recite and sing, but by nine he was alone at the fire, and we were contesting sleeping bags and tents with leeches. Feeling one inside my shirt, but too tired to bother, I tried to sleep but it kept tickling my armpit.
  
-Down Donovan and up Burra Creeks in the mOrning; beautiful mountain streams, clear, fast running and not too deep for creek-walking this time though ​the may be hard to negotiate after extended heavy rain. By the time we left Burra we 'had probably caught 300 leeches between us.+Down Donovan and up Burra Creeks in the morning; beautiful mountain streams, clear, fast running and not too deep for creek-walking this time though ​they may be hard to negotiate after extended heavy rain. By the time we left Burra we had probably caught 300 leeches between us.
  
-As an appetiser for lunch we climbed 600 metres to an unnamed point on the Merricumbene fire trail. Since we "could not get lost" the "​bushwalkers"​ left the rest to find their own pace. At the top we were horrified to 'find - NO FIRE TRAIL. Dayohs seemed to be answered from about five miles away. Soon, however, cool-headed Jenny discovered the completely overgrown trail and all was well. By the time we had done two more climbs to get down again I am afraid S.B.W. had lost another prospective,​ especially when we found the permanently marked Parsons Creek quite dry. Gone underground,​ according to our leader.+As an appetiser for lunch we climbed 600 metres to an unnamed point on the Merricumbene fire trail. Since we "could not get lost" the "​bushwalkers"​ left the rest to find their own pace. At the top we were horrified to find - NO FIRE TRAIL. Dayohs seemed to be answered from about five miles away. Soon, however, cool-headed Jenny discovered the completely overgrown trail and all was well. By the time we had done two more climbs to get down again I am afraid S.B.W. had lost another prospective,​ especially when we found the permanently marked Parsons Creek quite dry. Gone underground,​ according to our leader.
  
 Fortunately Matthew had been sent ahead. He roared down the mountain like a wild goat, chased by a kangaroo-hopping Don trying to prove something - a limp next day? He went on to the Deua and when the rest of us arrived after dark he welcomed us with a magnificent fire. Swims in the dark for enthusiasts,​ lovely moonlight, too much to eat and another early night. Poor Matthew deserted again. Fortunately Matthew had been sent ahead. He roared down the mountain like a wild goat, chased by a kangaroo-hopping Don trying to prove something - a limp next day? He went on to the Deua and when the rest of us arrived after dark he welcomed us with a magnificent fire. Swims in the dark for enthusiasts,​ lovely moonlight, too much to eat and another early night. Poor Matthew deserted again.
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 All morning we reverse-tracked two horses on an Easter safari from Moruya: 150 miles! At Woolla three motorcross kids and six four-wheel drives in convoy overtook us; they had been fishing up river. As Vernon Davies, who settled the property in 1932, said, "The place is opening up." More's the pity. All morning we reverse-tracked two horses on an Easter safari from Moruya: 150 miles! At Woolla three motorcross kids and six four-wheel drives in convoy overtook us; they had been fishing up river. As Vernon Davies, who settled the property in 1932, said, "The place is opening up." More's the pity.
  
-Back to the cars just in time to avoid another thunder storm, dine and catch the traffic' ​jam about 10 km from Marulaa. A great weekend and a lovely bit of bush.+Back to the cars just in time to avoid another thunder storm, dine and catch the traffic jam about 10 km from Marulan. A great weekend and a lovely bit of bush.
  
 ===== A VALLEY IN MIND. ===== ===== A VALLEY IN MIND. =====
-by Bin gaible.+by Bill Gamble.
  
-On a fine, clear day in January, 1981, the Air New Zealand flight ​t ,Sydney took off from Wellington Airport into a southerly breeze; As the aircraft climbed out over Cook Strait and turned west it flew close tO Nelson Lakes National Park; so close, in fact, that I could see the +On a fine, clear day in January, 1981, the Air New Zealand flight ​to Sydney took off from Wellington Airport into a southerly breeze; As the aircraft climbed out over Cook Strait and turned west it flew close to Nelson Lakes National Park; so close, in fact, that I could see the Travers Valley clearly amid the mountains and lakes. And on that summer afternoon memories of walking in the area flooded ​back as the snow-slabbed peaks slipped by. I felt almost boyish as I pressed my face to the cabin window, not wanting to miss anything. I was also a little sad that one of my favourite mountain valleys was so near and yet so far away.
-Travers Valley clearly amid the mountains and lakes. And on that summer afternoon memories of walking in the area flo(Jded ​back as the ,snow-slabbed peaks slipped by. I felt almost boyish as I pressed my face to the cabin window, not wanting to miss anything. I was also a little sad that one of my favourite mountain valleys was so near and yet so far away.+
  
-The New Zealand mountains, particularly ​tho'​se ​in the South Island, are punctuated with fine valleys for walking ​anei the Travers is one of them. Its recollection evokes a wistfulness for what I left behind ​bc,v coming to live in Sydney (for those members ​wh.(..) ​do not know me, I am a New Zealander by birth and grew, up and lived ill Wellington for 28 years before coming to Sydney about 16 years ago):+The New Zealand mountains, particularly ​those in the South Island, are punctuated with fine valleys for walking ​and the Travers is one of them. Its recollection evokes a wistfulness for what I left behind ​by coming to live in Sydney (for those members ​who do not know me, I am a New Zealander by birth and grew, up and lived in Wellington for 28 years before coming to Sydney about 16 years ago):
  
-The Travers is not isolated. In fact it must be one of the most accessible valleys in any of that country'​s national and forest parks. Located at the upper end of Lake Rotoiti, the valley delta can be easily reached from park headquarters at St. Arnaud either by a good lakeside track after 2i hours walking or by boat iri much less time. There are other routes. The valley offers excellent access to side valleys and basins as well as to the ridges and climbing peaks like Kehu (7250'​),​ Travers (7671'​) and Hopeless (7475'​). Tracks are well marked and various saddles and passes provide good access ​'​Go ​adjacent watersheds, of which Travers Saddle would be the most, frequemtly ​used to give access to the Sabine Valley and beyond. But more titian ​this, the Travers offers much in its own right and is equally excellent as a base (using the well-maintained huts or tenting) for day walks in superb surroundings.+The Travers is not isolated. In fact it must be one of the most accessible valleys in any of that country'​s national and forest parks. Located at the upper end of Lake Rotoiti, the valley delta can be easily reached from park headquarters at St. Arnaud either by a good lakeside track after 2 1/2 hours walking or by boat in much less time. There are other routes. The valley offers excellent access to side valleys and basins as well as to the ridges and climbing peaks like Kehu (7250'​),​ Travers (7671'​) and Hopeless (7475'​). Tracks are well marked and various saddles and passes provide good access ​to adjacent watersheds, of which Travers Saddle would be the most, frequently ​used to give access to the Sabine Valley and beyond. But more than this, the Travers offers much in its own right and is equally excellent as a base (using the well-maintained huts or tenting) for day walks in superb surroundings.
  
 __Beeches and Snow Grass.__ \\ __Beeches and Snow Grass.__ \\
-To me, the Travers is an encapmilation ​of what a mountain valley should be like. The floor is flat, and broad at its mouth, and through the grassy, open gound meanders ​thaa Travers River, allowing most of the time reasonable fords when commencing a walk up the centre of the valley. The beech-covered slopes climb steeply away on both sides and in turn yiead to snow grass and then rock, with seasonal snow and ice in the high basinv ​and on peaks 3-5000'​ above. ​Th.e gain in height moving up the valley is steady and so is the reduction ​!Ln its width. Squeezed by the sides of the valley, the flats eventually peter out amid the cascading river, the forest cover crowding its banks and the steep side ridges and spurs. In the same way as for the valley sides at the delta the forest stops suddenly and the tussocky snow grass begins. The head of the valley comprises flats With a short walk to a large upper basin with its amphitheatre of peaks dominated by Kehu (7250'n) and Travers (7671).+To me, the Travers is an encapsulation ​of what a mountain valley should be like. The floor is flat, and broad at its mouth, and through the grassy, open ground ​meanders ​the Travers River, allowing most of the time reasonable fords when commencing a walk up the centre of the valley. The beech-covered slopes climb steeply away on both sides and in turn yield to snow grass and then rock, with seasonal snow and ice in the high basins ​and on peaks 3-5000'​ above. ​The gain in height moving up the valley is steady and so is the reduction ​in its width. Squeezed by the sides of the valley, the flats eventually peter out amid the cascading river, the forest cover crowding its banks and the steep side ridges and spurs. In the same way as for the valley sides at the delta the forest stops suddenly and the tussocky snow grass begins. The head of the valley comprises flats with a short walk to a large upper basin with its amphitheatre of peaks dominated by Kehu (7250'​) and Travers (7671).
  
-For the headwaters of the Travers River it is necessary to scramble up a rock-strewn gully into a cirque of peaks and sharp ridges around twin tarns. The tarns may be gained from Travers Saddle but that is not quite the same as following the river to its source. The place is seldom visited and if the snow is deep and the day fine and calm, one should find a :peacefulness and solitude well worth the seeking.+For the headwaters of the Travers River it is necessary to scramble up a rock-strewn gully into a cirque of peaks and sharp ridges around twin tarns. The tarns may be gained from Travers Saddle but that is not quite the same as following the river to its source. The place is seldom visited and if the snow is deep and the day fine and calm, one should find a peacefulness and solitude well worth the seeking.
  
 __Up to the Tarns.__ \\ __Up to the Tarns.__ \\
-In 1979, in fine weather and fresh snow, I found just that and wrote: "My intention was to spend the morning wandering around the head of the valley - an amphitheatre of srLow-covered peaks with-steep slopes of rock and snow grass - before returning to the Upper Travers Hut some time after  +In 1979, in fine weather and fresh snow, I found just that and wrote: "My intention was to spend the morning wandering around the head of the valley - an amphitheatre of snow-covered peaks with-steep slopes of rock and snow grass - before returning to the Upper Travers Hut some time after lunch. In the crisp, still and brilliantly clear weather, I sat on the large boulder alongside the park sign which points to the saddle and thought a little more about what I was going to do this morning. It would have been easy to have found a slab of rock, stretched out in the sun and alternated between looking at the mountains and dozing. My inclination was to keep moving so I walked across the slope towards the head of the valley, more or less keeping parallel to the stream which was the beginning of the Travers River.
-lunch. In the drisp, still and brilliantly clear weather, I sat on the large boulder alongside the park sign which points to the saddle and thought a little more about what I was going to do this morning. It would have been easy to have found a slab of rock, stretched out in the sun and alternated between looking at the mountains and dozing. My inclination was to keep moving so I walked across the slope towards the head of the valley, more or less keeping parallel to the stream which was the beginning of the Travers River.+
  
-"In front of me the slope steepened to about 450 and ,I lapsed into the steady rhythm of plodding uphill towards the gully out of which tumbled the stream. I made good time to reach the base of the gully, as there were few things in my pack to slow progress - from memory, a lunch snack, parka and first-aid kit. A light pack takes much of the heat out of going uphill.+"In front of me the slope steepened to about 45 degrees ​and I lapsed into the steady rhythm of plodding uphill towards the gully out of which tumbled the stream. I made good time to reach the base of the gully, as there were few things in my pack to slow progress - from memory, a lunch snack, parka and first-aid kit. A light pack takes much of the heat out of going uphill.
  
-"I had not intended to go any higher but the morning was still early and it seemed a good idea to scramble up the gully a little farther to see if the source of the river could be reached. The gully was filled with mostly large rocks and some snow, and picking my way upwards using hands and feet, I soon stood at the head of the gully. Ahead of me was a snow-filled notch and beneath water gurgled. There was a narrow rock ledge on the true left and it came out on a ridge about 30' above. From there on it was an easy walk across rock and snow to the small snowfilled basin and ice-covered tarns which are the headwaters of the Travers River. Rainbow Saddle lay beyond. The snow was fresh from a storm which had cleared two days before, and it crunched underfoot as I wandered quietly around the basin. It was the only sound. When I stopped the silence was complete."​+"I had not intended to go any higher but the morning was still early and it seemed a good idea to scramble up the gully a little farther to see if the source of the river could be reached. The gully was filled with mostly large rocks and some snow, and picking my way upwards using hands and feet, I soon stood at the head of the gully. Ahead of me was a snow-filled notch and beneath water gurgled. There was a narrow rock ledge on the true left and it came out on a ridge about 30' above. From there on it was an easy walk across rock and snow to the small snow filled basin and ice-covered tarns which are the headwaters of the Travers River. Rainbow Saddle lay beyond. The snow was fresh from a storm which had cleared two days before, and it crunched underfoot as I wandered quietly around the basin. It was the only sound. When I stopped the silence was complete."​
  
-The Travers will draw me back one day, as it has done before, probably in the autumn when it is quiet and there are few people about. I like it that way. It will be a time to again walk the length of the valley following the river from the lake's edge to the twin tarns below Rainbow Saddle, and to scramble to the tops along its serrated flanks. And there willbe ​fresh opportunities to go farther into side valleys such as the Arnst and up into the Cupola Basin.+The Travers will draw me back one day, as it has done before, probably in the autumn when it is quiet and there are few people about. I like it that way. It will be a time to again walk the length of the valley following the river from the lake's edge to the twin tarns below Rainbow Saddle, and to scramble to the tops along its serrated flanks. And there will be fresh opportunities to go farther into side valleys such as the Arnst and up into the Cupola Basin.
  
 When it is time to go "up the Travers"​ again I will give members plenty of notice of the walk so that they might consider joining me. A valley in mind and not too far away. When it is time to go "up the Travers"​ again I will give members plenty of notice of the walk so that they might consider joining me. A valley in mind and not too far away.
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