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-OF SNAKES, TROUT AND HORSES.
+===== Of Snakes, Trout And Horses. =====
 by Peter Dyce.
 Early in October Keith Docherty phoned me: "How about a trout fishing trip to the Cox's River on the coming long weekend?"
-I needed no great urging so at 6 am Saturday picked Keith up at Bondi and we proceeded to Carlon's where we rendezvoused with Peter Sharpe at 8.30 am. With my pack heavy with creature comforts for the proposed base
-camp we arrived at the Cox about 4 pm, not far below Kanangra Creek, there soon to be joined by Frank Woodgate and Janet Carne.
+I needed no great urging so at 6 am Saturday picked Keith up at Bondi and we proceeded to Carlon's where we rendezvoused with Peter Sharpe at 8.30 am. With my pack heavy with creature comforts for the proposed base camp we arrived at the Cox about 4 pm, not far below Kanangra Creek, there soon to be joined by Frank Woodgate and Janet Carne.
 The plan had been to cross the Cox and walk upstream, but the river was running wide and dangerously fast, swollen by recent heavy rain, so we decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and found a green grassy campsite which became our base for the next three nights.
-Not far from us was camped a group of riders, their horses hobbled for the night. Little did we suspect how those horses were to affect our night's
-sleep. I now know the sounds a chain gang must have made in earlier days.
+Not far from us was camped a group of riders, their horses hobbled for the night. Little did we suspect how those horses were to affect our night's sleep. I now know the sounds a chain gang must have made in earlier days. All night long what seemed inches from my head the clinking, clanging of the horses' hobbles went on. Time and again I left the cosy confines of sleeping bag and tent to shoo them away, but back they came, attracted by the lush grass of our campsite. Twelve horses clanging twelve sets of hobbles! Sleep was spasmodic, and though a horselover, I began hating the brutes as the night wore on.
-Ail night long what seemed inches from my head the clinking, clanging of the
-horses' hobbles went on. Time and again I left the cosy confines of sleeping bag and tent to shoo them away, but back they came, attracted by
+We were all concerned that our tents would be demolished and that we could be trodden on as they grazed all around us. I lifted the fly, a horse's feet were within touching distance. Frank Woodgate was presented with a steaming heap of fresh manure right at the entrance to his tent. However Peter Sharpe came off the worst. At breakfast, as we talked about the night before, Peter told us how he had left an expensive trout rod leaning against a nearby tree only to find it irreparably smashed by horses' hooves when he awoke in the morning. This could be the first time in the ancient and noble art of trout fishing that a rod has been broken not by a fish but by a horse. Luckily and with great foresight Keith had brought a spare rod for just such emergencies. To ward off our unwelcome intruders Frank built a fence of long poles around his tent.
-the lush grass of our campsite. Twelve horses clanging twelve sets of
-hobbles! Sleep was spasmodic, and though a horselover, I began hating the
+That afternoon whilst spinning for trout I encountered the first of many snakes gracefully curving its way across the flooded Cox; it landed near me, caught sight of me and re-entered the water, the current quickly carrying it out of sight. I saw many more snakes on the land and in the water. Nothing can be more beautiful to watch than the perfectly synchronized flow of a fast moving snake as it glides over the roughest of ground with the greatest of ease.
-brutes as the night wore on.
-We were all concerned that our tents would be demolished and that we could be trodden on as they grazed all around us. I lifted the fly, a
+The fishing was a little disappointing to start with. The water was a muddy brown, and Peter Sharpe was the only one to land a fish the first day. After another fruitless morning I decided to try my luck on the other shore. The Cox was running very fast in semi-flood. It had been 45 feet deep some weeks earlier and the debris of that great flood littered the banks, huge trees up-rooted and rocks rolled away like marbles.
-horse's feet were within touching distance. Frank Woodgate was presented
-with a steaming heap of fresh manure right at the entrance to his tent.
+I stripped off to minimize the drag and clutching my fishing rod in one hand and a stout stick in the other I waded in. The pressure of the water became so strong that halfway across I commenced to have regrets, but found that I could not turn around as this increased the pressure, and I fully expected to be taken for a wild ride, so I continued to cross, arriving safely with some relief. I found a likely spot and cast a silver Celta; a beautiful rainbow trout grabbed the lure. In some twenty casts I landed six fish, releasing the two smallest ones.
-However Peter Sharpe came off the worst. At breakfast, as we talked about
-the night before, Peter told us how he had left an expensive trout rod leaning against a nearby tree only to find it irreparably smashed by horses'
-hooves when he awoke in the morning. This could be the first time in the
-ancient and noble art of trout fishing that a rod has been broken not by a
-fish but by a horse. Luckily and with great foresight Keith had brought a
-spare rod for just such emergencies. To ward off our unwelcome intruders
-Frank built a fence of long poles around his tent.
-That afternoon whilst spinning for trout I encountered the first of many snakes gracefully curving its way across the flooded Cox; it Landed near me, caught sight of me and re-entered the water, the current quickly carrying it out of sight. I saw many more snakes on the land and in the
-water. Nothing can be more beautiful to watch than the perfectly synchronized flow of a fast moving snake as it glides over the roughest of ground with the greatest of ease.
-The fishing was a little disappointing to start with. The water was
-a muddy brown, and Peter Sharpe was the only one to land a fish the first
-day. After another fruitless morning I decided to try my luck on the other
-shore. The Cox was running very fast in semi-flood. It had been 45 feet
-deep some weeks earlier and the debris of that great flood littered the banks, huge trees up-rooted and rocks rolled away like marbles.
-I stripped off to minimize the drag and clutching my fishing rod in one hand and a stout stick in the other I waded in. The pressure of the
-water became so strong that halfway across I commenced to have regrets, but found that I could not turn around as this increased the pressure, and I fully expected to be taken for a wild ride, so I continued to cross, arriving
-safely with some relief. I found a likely spot and cast a silver Celts.;
-a beautiful rainbow trout grabbed the lure. In some twenty casts I landed
-six fish, releasing the two smallest ones.
-Page 10 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER November, 1986
 That night we feasted on exquisitely cooked trout; full credit going to honorary chef Frank Woodgate.
 The next morning sitting around the campfire, leisurely eating breakfast, the sky suddenly and quite unexpectedly started to rain trout. Peter Sharpe had hung his fish in a tree away from marauding ants and I, in all innocence, sat down under this fish bomb. The string broke and I was clobbered with deadly accuracy.
 The next afternoon Keith and Peter braved the rushing Cox, crossed to the other side and enjoyed superb fishing, catching many beautiful rainbows, releasing most and bringing enough back for our dinner and a few fish to carry home. It was a happy ending to a memorable weekend away, with fine fishing and delightfully compatible companions.
-* * * * * * * * * * * *
-BODY TAL K
+----
+===== Body Talk. =====
 by Elwyn Morris.
-FIRST AID FOOTNOTES: PREVENTIVE MEASURES FOR NON-TIGER WALKERS.
-AVOIDING HEAT STROKE: THE INSULATING HAT.
+==== First Aid Footnotes: Preventative Meausres For Non-Tiger Walkers. ====
+=== Avoiding Heat Stroke: The Insulating Hat. ===
 I got the first signs of heat stroke - headache and tiredness - twice in a month last summer, just from being in the sun in a cloth hat. The symptoms can progress to nausea, high temperatures and ending up in bed for days, so I invented the following super-cheap solution:-
-Top Layer. Light-coloured hat to reflect sun
-Middle Layer. Aluminium cooking foil, shiny side up Bottom Layer. Dark-coloured hat to absorb
+__Top Layer__. Light-coloured hat to reflect sun.
-ground/Water reflection
+__Middle Layer__. Aluminium cooking foil, shiny side up.
+__Bottom Layer__. Dark-coloured hat to absorb ground/water reflection.
 Four safety pins hold inner and outer hats together. They also hold tapes to tie on hat.
-This double hat consisted of identical nylon ones, but they could be cotton, polyester or straw. It worked brilliantly on the hottest long walks on sandy tracks and beaches, such as Ainslie's Bouddi walk and Joe Marton's
-and Errol Sheedy's Royal National Park walks. Others had to admit the immediate difference from their own hats when I tested it on them - Bev Foulds was an instant convert, while engineer John Riddell said it was based on the soundest thermodynamic principles. Roofs are insulated this way.
+This double hat consisted of identical nylon ones, but they could be cotton, polyester or straw. It worked brilliantly on the hottest long walks on sandy tracks and beaches, such as Ainslie's Bouddi walk and Joe Marton's and Errol Sheedy's Royal National Park walks. Others had to admit the immediate difference from their own hats when I tested it on them - Bev Foulds was an instant convert, while engineer John Riddell said it was based on the soundest thermodynamic principles. Roofs are insulated this way.
 You don't have to buy two hats, or even one. You can just line the crown of the one you have. A bit of aluminium foil is a light-weight extra for summer walks, ready to add to your hat when the temperature soars. An added bonus is that it is totally waterproof.
-AVOIDING SUNBURN.
+=== Avoiding Sunburn. ===
 Clothing and hats are, of course, far more effective than any block-out cream for avoiding sunburn and, for some, fighting freckles and wrinkles. Some Indian cotton long-sleeved shirts have cuffs that fall over the back of the hands, a very freckle and wrinkle prone area for women. The cuffs can be buttoned up at other times.
-Of the two to three hundred block-out creams on the market only about five really block out most of the sun-s harmful rays; they MUST be labelled 15+. I use ICI's UV Ultrablock, 15+, around $6 but worth it.
-November, 1986 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Pare 11
+Of the two to three hundred block-out creams on the market only about five really block out most of the sun's harmful rays; they MUST be labelled 15+. I use ICI's UV Ultrablock, 15+, around $6 but worth it.
-VALE - DOROTHY LAWRIE.
+----
+===== Vale - Dorothy Lawrie. =====
 by L. G. Harrison.
 On the 19th August, 1986, about thirty members of the Walking Clubs gathered with their friends to pay a last tribute to Dorothy Lawry who died on the 15th August, aged 91. For several years she had been in the Nursing Section of the Northaven Retirement Home at Turramurra.
 Dorothy was born in New Zealand and at an early age came to Australia just after her father died. She lived with her mother and aunt at Double Bay and later moved to Cremorne.
-In 1929 Dorothy was attending lectures for the Commonwealth Institute of Accountants where I met her. We talked after the meetings, and she told me that the Sydney Bush Walkers had recently been established. So this was my introduction to the walking movement. She invited me to join
-a party with Evan and Dot Taylor, with whom she had done quite a lot of
+In 1929 Dorothy was attending lectures for the Commonwealth Institute of Accountants where I met her. We talked after the meetings, and she told me that the Sydney Bush Walkers had recently been established. So this was my introduction to the walking movement. She invited me to join a party with Evan and Dot Taylor, with whom she had done quite a lot of walking. In 1929 she, with six others, went on a fortnight's walking trip through Yerranderie, the Kowmung River and the Cox. In the early days Dorothy was a vigorous walker, intensely interested in the ecology and also in the planting of trees.
-walking. In 1929 she, with six others, went on a fortnight's walking trip
-through Yerranderie, the Kowmung River and the Cox. In the early days Dorothy was a vigorous walker, intensely interested in the ecology and also in the planting of trees.
+In her commercial career she changed jobs 28 times, and on each occasion to a better position. She was a member of the Commonwealth Institute of Accountants and along the way she also became a member of the Chartered Institute of Secretaries. She spent many years at Wrigleys (of chewing gum fame) in their Accounts Department. During the 1939-45 War she worked as an accountant in one of the Government Departments, mainly checking costings for authorisation of "cost plus" contracts. This was a normal procedure for firms who supplied goods under contract to the Defence Department.
-In her commercial career she changed jobs 28 times, and on each occasion to a better position. She was a member of the Commonwealth Institute of Accountants and along the way she also became a member of the.
-Chartered Institute of Secretaries. She spent many years at Wrigleys (of
+While she lived at Cremorne with her mother and aunt, for some time Frances Ramsay boarded with them. Frances was one of the original members of the Sydney Bush Walkers. Dorothy supplied much of the income to run the house. She took lessons on how to drive a car, then purchased one and drove it home in peak hour from the City showroom to Cremorne! It was a good baptism for her. Later she drove it on many occasions filled with walkers, taking them to difficult spots to start their walking.
-chewing gum fame) in their Accounts Department. During the 1939-45 War she worked as an accountant in one of the Government Departments, mainly
-checking costings for authorisation of "cost plus" contracts. This was a
+In 1931 a few walkers reported that the Blue Gum Forest at the junction of Govetts Leap Creek and the Grose River was about to be cleared and planted with walnut trees. Dorothy was one of the people who went down to the Blue Gum Forest and later became one of the original trustees of the Blue Gum Forest Trust. Two years later they had raised sufficient money to buy back the Conditional Purchase Lease and present it to the Government so that it could become a reserve and recreation area for all time. She made frequent visits to the Blue Gum Forest during the years when she was an active walker. It is significant that she had arranged that upon her death her ashes were to be scattered over the Blue Gum Forest. This is being done.
-normal procedure for firms who supplied goods under contract to the Defence Department.
-While she lived at Cremorne with her mother and aunt, for some time Frances Ramsay boarded with them. Frances was one of the original members of the Sydney Bush Walkers. Dorothy supplied much of the income to run the house. She took lessons on how to drive a car, then purchased one and
-drove it home in peak hour from the City showroom to Cremorne! It was a
-good baptism for her. Later she drove it on many occasions filled with walkers, taking them to difficult spots to start their walking.
-In 1931 a few walkers reported that the Blue Gum Forest at the junction of Govetts Leap Creek and the Grose River was about to be cleared and planted with walnut trees. Dorothy was one of the people who went down to the Blue Gum Forest and later became one of the original trustees of the Blue Gum Forest Trust. Two years later they had raised sufficient money
-to buy back the Conditional Purchase Lease and present it to the Government
-so that it could become a reserve and recreation area for all time. She
-made frequent visits to the Blue Gum Forest during the years when she was an
-active walker. It is significant that she had arranged that upon her death
-her ashes were to be scattered over the Blue Gum Forest. This is being done.
 In 1948 Dorothy spent the winter on the Myall River as a member of a team of 20 girls, mostly ex-servicewomen and all quite inexperienced, working for a company that had been formed to plant and grow trees. They lived in rough quarters and were taught the work as they worked. After her return to Sydney she counted up how many trees she had planted - 400 approximately per day, 5 days per week, and to her surprise the total was between 20,000 and 22,000! The trees planted were Pinus Carribea.
-Dorothy's mother died so she returned with her aunt to Auckland to be amongst her aunt's relatives. In 1953 the Tree Society was formed in Auckland to "Plant the Right Tree in the Right Place!" Senior officers of
-Page 12 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER November, 1986
+Dorothy's mother died so she returned with her aunt to Auckland to be amongst her aunt's relatives. In 1953 the Tree Society was formed in Auckland to "Plant the Right Tree in the Right Place!" Senior officers of the Auckland City Parks Department gave the Society much help, teaching its members the correct way to plant trees etc. The Tree Society had monthly meetings, and they always had a trading table to sell each other seedling trees etc. As well, they planted church grounds and the surroundings of school playgrounds.
-the Auckland City Parks Department gave the Society much help, teaching its members the correct way to plant trees etc. The Tree Society had monthly meetings, and they always had a trading table to sell each other
-seedling trees etc. As well, they planted church grounds and the surroundings of school playgrounds.
+After Dorothy's aunt died in New Zealand, Dorothy returned to Sydney and lived at Willoughby until the time had come for her to move to Northhaven at Turramurra. She had a dislocated hip and spent many months in and out of hospital. Northaven provided loving shelter for her.
-After Dorothy's aunt died in New Zealand, Dorothy returned to Sydney and lived at Willoughby until the time had come for her to move to North- haven at Turramurra. She had a dislocated hip and spent many months in and out of hospital. Northaven provided loving shelter for her.
-While she was in a wheelchair there she arrived at the last Annual Meeting of the Dungalla Club to be held at Brian and Jean Harvey's home at Wahroonga before it was sold. She was delighted to be invited by the New South Wales Government to attend the preview of "A Singular Woman" -
+While she was in a wheelchair there she arrived at the last Annual Meeting of the Dungalla Club to be held at Brian and Jean Harvey's home at Wahroonga before it was sold. She was delighted to be invited by the New South Wales Government to attend the preview of "A Singular Woman" - being a film of Marie Byles' life. She took the opportunity of seeing many friends whom she had not been able to meet for many years. Sadly for many it was the last time they saw her.
-being a film of Marie Byles' life. She took the opportunity of seeing many friends whom she had not been able to meet for many years. Sadly for many it was the last time they saw her.
 She made a remarkably fine contribution both to conservation and appreciation of the bush. Her activity and foresight encouraged many people to explore the joys of the outdoors, and so to have a richer, fuller life.
 She will be greatly missed.
-* * * * * * * * * *
-NOTE: Dorothy Lawry was the first woman President of the Sydney Bush Walkers, 1942-44.
+__Note__: Dorothy Lawry was the first woman President of the Sydney Bush Walkers, 1942-44.
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-November, 1986 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 13
-CENTRAL AUSTRALIA
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-PART 3. by Tom Wilhelm.
-Garden Canyon. We spent two nights here. I climbed a huge pinnacle
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-that rose just beside the camp, the base of which formed the cleft or narrowing of the canyon, and was surprised to find it a perfect whistling
-spot. The echo was just long enough that you could whistle two parts!
+----
-I was also astonished to find a huge pile of wallaby turds at the very top, a place where no food grew. They must have come there, as I did, just for the view!!
-This campsite for me was one of the most comfortable of the trip, and had about the best view of the stars. We had plenty of cooking time here - it was always the case when we spent more than one night in a location, we just had that extra time. The aches and pains of continuing walking were
+===== Central Australia - Part 3. =====
-starting to manifest themselves, and some of us were suffering from overexposure to spinifex!!
-Singing was strong at the first night in garden canyon camp, and we all sat,up till quite late. I don't know why this area was untrodden by horses and consequently was beautiful. The pools of water just above camp in the
+by Tom Wilhelm.
-'cleft' were inaccessible to hoofed animals, but not to wallabies. The native animals do not spoil the water, perhaps because they drink less and drop less; whatever the reason, it is true - the native animals do not ruin the country.
-Day 8. On the morn we headed off back toward the west, but the country is so convoluted here that we didn't get into the Standley system, but rather some smaller intermediary system that turned out to be exquisite. We found a magnificent pool in a pristine canyon for lunch.
+=== Garden Canyon. ===
-Some more exploration after lunch and finally I had had enough. My left Achilles tendon was quite sore, from overworking, I suppose. I wanted
-to go back to camp. David pointed out the direction and off I went. What a panic. A few minutes after leaving the others I crossed up and over a small saddle, and the country is so turbulent and confused that I immediately
+We spent two nights here. I climbed a huge pinnacle that rose just beside the camp, the base of which formed the cleft or narrowing of the canyon, and was surprised to find it a perfect whistling spot. The echo was just long enough that you could whistle two parts! I was also astonished to find a huge pile of wallaby turds at the very top, a place where no food grew. They must have come there, as I did, just for the view!!
-felt lost! Nothing looked familar and I had to cross heaps of spinifex, big
-spinifex, ridiculous but true - I felt momentary panic! After I calmed down
+This campsite for me was one of the most comfortable of the trip, and had about the best view of the stars. We had plenty of cooking time here - it was always the case when we spent more than one night in a location, we just had that extra time. The aches and pains of continuing walking were starting to manifest themselves, and some of us were suffering from overexposure to spinifex!!
-and just proceeded things sorted themselves out and I finally reached a big creek which I did not recognise, and I hoped that that was because I was so far below camp that it was just unfamiliar. Fortunately that turned out to
-b., true or I don't know what I should have done. Presently I was back in camp, and doing a 'Spiro' getting the evening fire started and water on for tea and barley rum. As I sat and rested my foot, I considered that there was but one more night after this one. We had seen so much country, almost
+Singing was strong at the first night in garden canyon camp, and we all sat up till quite late. I don't know why this area was untrodden by horses and consequently was beautiful. The pools of water just above camp in the 'cleft' were inaccessible to hoofed animals, but not to wallabies. The native animals do not spoil the water, perhaps because they drink less and drop less; whatever the reason, it is true - the native animals do not ruin the country.
-overwhelming. David was proposing one more move to a final camp just into
-the next system to the east.
+=== Day 8. ===
+On the morn we headed off back toward the west, but the country is so convoluted here that we didn't get into the Standley system, but rather some smaller intermediary system that turned out to be exquisite. We found a magnificent pool in a pristine canyon for lunch.
+Some more exploration after lunch and finally I had had enough. My left Achilles tendon was quite sore, from overworking, I suppose. I wanted to go back to camp. David pointed out the direction and off I went. What a panic. A few minutes after leaving the others I crossed up and over a small saddle, and the country is so turbulent and confused that I immediately felt lost! Nothing looked familar and I had to cross heaps of spinifex, big spinifex, ridiculous but true - I felt momentary panic! After I calmed down and just proceeded things sorted themselves out and I finally reached a big creek which I did not recognise, and I hoped that that was because I was so far below camp that it was just unfamiliar. Fortunately that turned out to be true or I don't know what I should have done. Presently I was back in camp, and doing a 'Spiro' getting the evening fire started and water on for tea and barley rum. As I sat and rested my foot, I considered that there was but one more night after this one. We had seen so much country, almost overwhelming. David was proposing one more move to a final camp just into the next system to the east.
 The others were very happy when they returned to find instant hot water! Even though the night was cloudy, the spaces between the clouds held stars so bright that the show was as good as ever.
-Day 9. Morning porridge and some muesli for those who could no longer stand the ritual. Camp routine, cleaning up billies, plates, then packing
-our things was so routine that we seemed like a calm lake as we all prepared
+=== Day 9. ===
-to move. Even though we carried a small amount of water (we still were not
-absolutely confident of finding a supply), my pack was so light. The joy
+Morning porridge and some muesli for those who could no longer stand the ritual. Camp routine, cleaning up billies, plates, then packing our things was so routine that we seemed like a calm lake as we all prepared to move. Even though we carried a small amount of water (we still were not absolutely confident of finding a supply), my pack was so light. The joy in the light weight was counterbalanced somewhat by the pain in my left foot, which was positively bothersome by now!
-in the light weight was counterbalanced somewhat by the pain in my left foot, which was positively bothersome by now!
-We proceeded eastward once again, up toward a little col that was visible from camp, perhaps five hundred metres distant. Up and over this saddle and we were in our last 'system', and lile all previous ones, bone dry. Down
+We proceeded eastward once again, up toward a little col that was visible from camp, perhaps five hundred metres distant. Up and over this saddle and we were in our last 'system', and like all previous ones, bone dry. Down we went, ghost gums and palms but not quite as luxuriant as Garden Canyon at first, then more palms and suddenly water. Not just a pool, but running water, audible water! The first of the trip and our last camp! Our leader claimed that he was only following the suggestions of the local walkers, but we felt he must have planned it all. The water came out of a little side canyon, fell over a big rock ledge and into a beautiful pool, deep and clear, but still only a few metres across. It had an effect on us all out of proportion to its actual size, and we photographed it lovingly from all angles.
-we went, ghost gums and palms but not quite as luxuriant as Garden Canyon at
-Page 14 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER November, 1986
-first, then more palms and suddenly water. Not just a pool, but running
-water, audible water! The first of the trip and our last camp! Our
-leader claimed that he was only following the suggestions of the local
-walkers, but we felt he must have planned it all. The water came out of
-a little side canyon, fell over a big rock ledge and into a beautiful
-pool, deep and clear, but still only a few metres across. It had an effect
-on us all out of proportion to its actual size, and we photographed it lovingly from all angles.
 We made our last camp just above the confluence, as usual in the bed of the dry creek, but here we were surrounded by palms in abundance and large gums. We had lunch and prepared for a day walk to explore the source of the water. Today everyone wanted to go and soon we were all climbing around the 'pool' and to our amazement the water continued out of sight above it. The water made the vegetation especially fine, we found little delicate flowers and grass as green as you could wish! We climbed to a fork and took the left branch and now the canyon was dry. The rock was exquisite, each dry waterfall steeper than the previous one and up we went. I felt in my element, finger and toeholds everywhere, the rock seemed a ladder to me that afternoon.
-A few of the others found the vertical climb onerous and soon dropped
-back a bit. I just went up the centre and eventually climbed right out of
+A few of the others found the vertical climb onerous and soon dropped back a bit. I just went up the centre and eventually climbed right out of the canyon itself till I reached the very skyline. I recall the last fork of the stream where I found beds of wallabies, trampled down spinifex mounds set under fine surreal cypress pines. I stopped. My foot had had enough and I made my way back to the others the way I had come.
-the canyon itself till I reached the very skyline. I recall the last fork
-of the stream where I found beds of wallabies, trampled down spinifex mounds
+We all regrouped below the fork at the last signs of water for a fire and some billy tea. I realised that we were all together and took the only photograph of all the party of the entire trip. Others followed suit; we were, after ten days, together. The party as one.
-set under fine surreal cypress pines. I stopped. My foot had had enough
-and I made my way back to the others the way I had come.
+We all descended to camp, and since there was a few hours left the others went to explore yet another canyon below camp. My foot was complaining so much, and the camp so extraordinarily beautiful that I sat it out. I took more photographs of the fine vegetation and some of the canyon we had just explored, which was easily visible from a little hill just behind camp.
-We all regrouped below the fork at the last signs of water for a fire and some billy tea. I realised that we were all together and took the only
-pho tograph of all the party of the entire trip. Others followed suit; we
+Our last dinner was even slower and more drawn out than usual. The sound of water, gurgling, bubbling, all quite unreal. Music to the ears. The sound of life, and fine it is.
-were,after ten days,together. The party as one.
-We all descended to camp, and since there was a few hours left the others went to explore yet another canyon below camp. My foot was complaining so much, and the camp so extraordinarily beautiful that I sat it out. I took more photographs of the fine vegetation and some of the canyon
+=== Day 10. ===
-we had just explored, which was easily visible from a little hill just behind camp.
-air last dinner was even slower and more drawn out than usual. The sound of water, gurgling, bubbling, all quite unreal. Music to the ears. The sound of life, and fine it is.
+Our last morning was more porridge, which still tasted good which surprised me. We said good-bye to 'Grotto' camp and descended the canyon, and soon, all too soon, we found the evidence of horses! Filthy pools and trampled down vegetation only a few hundred metres from our exquisite camp. How small are the paradises of this world! Shortly thereafter the canyon spilled out onto the southern planes of the range, and we were in the real (?) world once again. So dry and unfriendly in appearance, so inhospitable, only memories of the better places we had seen made me feel I could face it. Soon we met the dirt road that was to take us to the highway to Standley Chasm and the preplanned rendezvous with our bus.
-Day 10. Our last morning was more porridge, which still tasted good
-which surprised me. We said good-bye to 'Grotto' camp and descended the
+The country alongside the highway was still quite beautiful, in particular the trees. Cars, people speeding by in cars, after ten days seemed dreadful, so insular and anonymous. We trudged on towards the parking lot and kiosk. We all went to the kiosk to buy something (I had a salad sandwich and an orange). I noticed on the wall a photograph of Mt. Sonder (which we had seen but not come close enough to climb) that appeared covered with snow. I asked the significance, and sure enough, it was snow in 1981!
-canyon, and soon,all too soon, we found the evidence of horses! Filthy
-pools and trampled down vegetation only a few hundred metres from our
+In many respects the trip did not end there. In his wisdom the leader had arranged for us all to spend the afternoon and night at Alice Springs and then fly back to Sydney the next day. A slow transition that I was very grateful for. The sense of quiet within me was great, as only an encounter with raw wild nature can bring about. Sydney direct would have been too much. Alice is very small and is surrounded by mountains and looks like the country we had been travelling through in many respects.
-exquisite camp. How small are the paradises of this world! Shortly there-
-after the canyon spilled out onto the southern planes of the range, and we
+We could see the distant ranges as we rolled along the southern plain towards Alice. Slowly the peaks we recngnised sank out of sight behind us. We made one tourist stop, at another gorge. We were passing quite close to Simpson's Gap, so David had the bus driver pull in for us all to have a look. Nice but not like Amphitheatre Camp, Garden Canyon or the 'Grotto'. I felt very spoiled. Alice, a motel, a warm shower, off with sweaty socks and on with peffectly clean clothes.
-were in the real (?) world once again. So dry and unfriendly in appearance,
-so inhospitable, only memories of the better places we had seen made me feel
+You could spend your whole life in Sydney and never, ever encounter an aboriginal. It was wonderful to find them en masse on the streets of Alice. Part of our walk had been on private lease holdings and part of it on Jay Creek Aboriginal Reserve. I felt I owed something to the locals for the trip had been so good.
-I could face it. Soon we met the dirt road that was to take us to the highway to Standley Chasm and the preplanned rendezvous with our bus.
-The country alongside the highway was still quite beautiful, in
+Wilderness as a tonic. I feel I need a dose of it now and again to keep me sane, hence my presence on this wonderful trip.
-particular the trees. Cars, people speeding by in cars, after ten days
-seemed dreadful, so insular and anonymous. We trudged on towards the
+We completed our return to civilization with a smorgasbord dinner at a local hotel. Salads, fresh meat, fresh fruit, and wine - it was all quite overwhelming. Bob was almost unrecognisable; he had not shaved during the trip and had grown a baby beard. When he appeared at dinner freshly shaved I almost didn't know whb he was! The meal seemed excellent for such a provincial outpost. I treated myself to a brandy after dinner and it came in a silver holder with a candle under it - a bit extravagant for one just in from lying in dry river beds, and accustomed to sipping barley rum from a tin cup!
-parking lot and kiosk. We all went to the kiosk to buy something (I had a
-salad sandwich and an orange). I noticed on the wall a photograph of
+After all courses, and toasts and a gift for the leader for a job magnificently done, a night in a bed. Not so good. The room felt cramped, I claustrophobic, the ciling too close, the sky too far, but eventually I slept.
-Mt. Sonder (which we had seen but not come close enough to climb) that
-appeared covered with snow. I asked the significance, and sure enough, it
+----
-was snow in 1981!
-November, 1986 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 15
+===== In The Matter Of Archives. =====
-In many respects the trip did not end there. In his wisdom the leader
-had arranged for us all to spend the afternoon and night at Alice Springs and then fly back to Sydney the next day. A slow transition that I was
-very grateful for. The sense of quiet within me was great, as only an
-encounter with raw wild nature can bring about. Sydney direct would have been too much. Alice is very small and is surrounded by mountains and looks like the country we had been travelling through in many respects.
-We could see the distant ranges as we rolled along the southern plain towards Alice. Slowly the peaks we recngnised sank out of sight behind us.
-We made one tourist stop, at another gorge. We were passing quite close to Simpson's Gap, so David had the bus driver pull in for us all to have a look.
-Nice but not like Amphitheatre Camp, Garden Canyon or the 'Grotto'. I felt
-very spoiled. Alice, a motel, a warm shower, off with sweaty socks and on
-with peffectly clean clothes.
-You could spend your whole life in Sydney and never, ever encounter an aboriginal. It was wonderful to find them en masse on the streets of Alice.
-Part of our walk had been on private lease holdings and part of it on Jay
-Creek Aboriginal Reserve. I felt I owed something to the locals for the
-trip had been so good.
-Wilderness as a tonic. I feel I need a dose of it now and again to
-' keep me sane, hence my presence on this wonderful trip.
-;
-We completed our return to civilization with a smorgasbord dinner at -a local hotel. Salads, fresh meat, fresh fruit, and wine - it was all quite
-overwhelming. Bob was' almost unrecognisable; he had not shaved during the
- trip and had grown a baby beard. When he appeared at dinner freshly shaved
-I almost didn't know whb he was! The meal seemed excellent for such a
-provincial outpost. I treated myself to a brandy after dinner and it came
-in a silver holder with a can-JEe under it - a bit extravagant for one just in
-, from lying in dry river' beds, and accustomed to sipping barley rum from a tin cup!
-After all courses, and toasts and a gift for the leader for a job magnificently done, a night in a bed. Not so good. The room felt cramped,
-I claustrophobic, the ciling too close, the sky- too far, but eventually I slept.
-*#.********
-IN THE MATTER OF ARCHIVES.
 by Jim Brown.
-During October the Committee appointed a sub-committee conpisting of Barbara Bruce, Ainslie Morris, Barry Wallace, Phil Butt and Jim Brown (convener) to look into the proper handling of the Club's old records.
- Subsequently there have been two developments. On October 11/12
+During October the Committee appointed a sub-committee consisting of Barbara Bruce, Ainslie Morris, Barry Wallace, Phil Butt and Jim Brown (convener) to look into the proper handling of the Club's old records.
-four Club members, Dot Butler, Ainslie Morris, Lorraine Bloomfield and JimBrown attended a "Workshop" conducted by the Australian Society of Archivists and held at Lane Cove Municipal Library. The lectures and discussions covered the four essential steps in establishing a system of Archives - acquisitiop, assessment, arrangement and preservation and provided a valuable foundation on which the sub-committee can operate.
+Subsequently there have been two developments. On October 11/12 four Club members, Dot Butler, Ainslie Morris, Lorraine Bloomfield and Jim Brown attended a "Workshop" conducted by the Australian Society of Archivists and held at Lane Cove Municipal Library. The lectures and discussions covered the four essential steps in establishing a system of Archives - acquisition, assessment, arrangement and preservation and provided a valuable foundation on which the sub-committee can operate.
 On October 22 the sub-committee met for an initial meeting and arrived at some basic decisions on measures necessary for the preservation of the Club's records. A report has been sent to the General Committee.
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 by Barry Wallace.