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 Kenn Clacher & Morag Rydef Kenn Clacher & Morag Rydef
 OCTOBER 1988 OCTOBER 1988
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 Walking in England & Wales Walking in England & Wales
 Search & Rescue Contact List Search & Rescue Contact List
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 F. Rigby. F. Rigby.
-Pape 8 The Sydney Bushwalker October 1988+
 and humidity of the valleys. Under a full moon in a clear sky we enjoyed the spectacular scenery and I made history by sleeping in a flannelette bag for the first and last time in the Marquesas. and humidity of the valleys. Under a full moon in a clear sky we enjoyed the spectacular scenery and I made history by sleeping in a flannelette bag for the first and last time in the Marquesas.
 Next morning it was ever upward along the road - we were revelling in this high open country even to the extent of refusing rides. Surely by now we must be the talk of Nuku Hiva: "Have you seen the crazy foreigners humping big loads on their backs, actually WALKING across the island and then being stupid enough to knock back a lift when it was offered?" For my part I couldn't help reflecting on this topsy-turvy world of ours: only 100 years ago these Polynesians had never seen a wheel or a horse and walked everywhere, Next morning it was ever upward along the road - we were revelling in this high open country even to the extent of refusing rides. Surely by now we must be the talk of Nuku Hiva: "Have you seen the crazy foreigners humping big loads on their backs, actually WALKING across the island and then being stupid enough to knock back a lift when it was offered?" For my part I couldn't help reflecting on this topsy-turvy world of ours: only 100 years ago these Polynesians had never seen a wheel or a horse and walked everywhere,
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-TRIP REPORT - 27th to  29th ALlaust - KOSCIUSKO NATIONAL PARK+ 
 +TRIP REPORT - 27th to  29th August - KOSCIUSKO NATIONAL PARK
 by Ian Wolfe by Ian Wolfe
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 Lack of snow forced the abandonment of the intended route to Tin Hut and Bar Ridge. Instead we went in from Guthega to Illawong and then up to the saddle between Little Twynham and Twynham. The last half of this first day was in 30 m visibility, raging wind and bitter cold (well below freezing at lunch time). Needless to say we were all glad to call it an early day and dived into our tents. Lack of snow forced the abandonment of the intended route to Tin Hut and Bar Ridge. Instead we went in from Guthega to Illawong and then up to the saddle between Little Twynham and Twynham. The last half of this first day was in 30 m visibility, raging wind and bitter cold (well below freezing at lunch time). Needless to say we were all glad to call it an early day and dived into our tents.
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 A foot and a half of snow fell overnight and the weather improved marginally, visibility with clear vistas appearing occasionally for two minutes at a time. Feeling optimistic we did a half day trip out along Watson's Crags before the weather closed in again and we spent the afternoon practising building emergency snow shelters. A foot and a half of snow fell overnight and the weather improved marginally, visibility with clear vistas appearing occasionally for two minutes at a time. Feeling optimistic we did a half day trip out along Watson's Crags before the weather closed in again and we spent the afternoon practising building emergency snow shelters.
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 Day 3 began with a magnificent orange sunrise and a crystal blue sky. However the Gods were laughing at us for no sooner had we packed up than the orographic cloud descended with a vengeance. Another day of tantalising two minute views breaking the monotony of skiing in the clouds. Day 3 began with a magnificent orange sunrise and a crystal blue sky. However the Gods were laughing at us for no sooner had we packed up than the orographic cloud descended with a vengeance. Another day of tantalising two minute views breaking the monotony of skiing in the clouds.
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 Nevertheless everyone enjoyed themselves and the trip back to Guthega via Tate West Ridge was quite pleasant on the new snow. Nevertheless everyone enjoyed themselves and the trip back to Guthega via Tate West Ridge was quite pleasant on the new snow.
 Four persons attended this ski trip. Four persons attended this ski trip.
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-October 1988 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 9+
 ODE TO LUNCH ODE TO LUNCH
 by Ray Franklin by Ray Franklin
-(On Sunday, 28/8/88, Errol Sheedy led a party of ten on a vigorous bush-bash from Waterfall to OifOrd. At one point, as it crossed a road near the park entrance, the party was hailed by a well-meaning young ranger who, thinking we were with a group of boy scouts, tried to direct us down the track they had taken. On being told who we were, as well as who we weren't, thank you very much, the lad compounded his unintentional insult by saying, "Oh, a club, eh: you mean, like the N.P.A.?" God did not strike him dead on the spot, and the always polite Mr. Sheedy confined himself to a dignified "Not exactly". but it could have been otherwise hence the following fantasy.)+ 
 +(On Sunday, 28/8/88, Errol Sheedy led a party of ten on a vigorous bush-bash from Waterfall to Otford. At one point, as it crossed a road near the park entrance, the party was hailed by a well-meaning young ranger who, thinking we were with a group of boy scouts, tried to direct us down the track they had taken. On being told who we were, as well as who we weren't, thank you very much, the lad compounded his unintentional insult by saying, "Oh, a club, eh: you mean, like the N.P.A.?" God did not strike him dead on the spot, and the always polite Mr. Sheedy confined himself to a dignified "Not exactly". but it could have been otherwise hence the following fantasy.)
 He didn't sense the danger, He didn't sense the danger,
 As we made that cheerful push From the bush across the footpath To a tract of trackless bush  As we made that cheerful push From the bush across the footpath To a tract of trackless bush 
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 WHAT'S IN A NAME? WHAT'S IN A NAME?
 MELON COUNTRY by Jim Brown MELON COUNTRY by Jim Brown
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 Everyone has heard of that gambit in psychology where the head-shrinker utters a word and the victim is asked to reply with whatever "associated word" comes first to mind. I wonder what my reply would be if the psychologist said "Melon?" and awaited my response. Everyone has heard of that gambit in psychology where the head-shrinker utters a word and the victim is asked to reply with whatever "associated word" comes first to mind. I wonder what my reply would be if the psychologist said "Melon?" and awaited my response.
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 Would I say "Grose" or "Nepean"? Well, perhaps, because I would be remembering a hot Sunday evening in February more than 40 years back, sitting on the dried grasses along the river near Richmond and, with whole-hearted support from my companion of the week-end, Ken Meadows, polishing off the whole of a fair-sized watermelon we'd bought at a roadside stall. ge needed it, too, because that broiling week-end we'd "done" the Grose from Blackheath to Richmond, and our body fluids needed topping-up. As we ate, the sun went down in a glory Would I say "Grose" or "Nepean"? Well, perhaps, because I would be remembering a hot Sunday evening in February more than 40 years back, sitting on the dried grasses along the river near Richmond and, with whole-hearted support from my companion of the week-end, Ken Meadows, polishing off the whole of a fair-sized watermelon we'd bought at a roadside stall. ge needed it, too, because that broiling week-end we'd "done" the Grose from Blackheath to Richmond, and our body fluids needed topping-up. As we ate, the sun went down in a glory
 ' of red and gold beyond the Kurrajong Hills across the rose-tinted mirror of the Nepean. ' of red and gold beyond the Kurrajong Hills across the rose-tinted mirror of the Nepean.
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