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+ | ===== Report On Day Walk - Sudnay 7 August. ===== | ||
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+ | === George Mawer' | ||
- | October 1988 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 5 | ||
- | REPORT ON DAY WALK - SUNDAY 7 AUGUST | ||
- | GEORGE MAWER' | ||
by Carol Lubbers | by Carol Lubbers | ||
- | 15 souls willing to risk hypothermia on Banks Walls comprising 10 members, 1 prospective and 4 visitors | + | |
+ | 15 souls willing to risk hypothermia on Banks Walls comprising 10 members, 1 prospective and 4 visitors. | ||
The walk started at 9.30 am - Mt. Banks, Banks Walls, Explorers Brook, Banks Ridge and back to Mt. Banks - 15 km. | The walk started at 9.30 am - Mt. Banks, Banks Walls, Explorers Brook, Banks Ridge and back to Mt. Banks - 15 km. | ||
- | Gusty, bitterly cold conditions but sunny - beanies and gloves were worn most of the day., Fantastic views of the Grose Valley, Blue Gum, etc, especially near David Crevasse during a lull in the wind. | + | |
+ | Gusty, bitterly cold conditions but sunny - beanies and gloves were worn most of the day. Fantastic views of the Grose Valley, Blue Gum, etc, especially near David Crevasse during a lull in the wind. | ||
We were able to boil a few billies at lunchtime on the fire trail on the leeward side of Edgeworth David Head. There were a few cases of burnt faces from sitting in the sun at lunchtime! A couple of youngsters on trail bikes decided not to drive through all the bodies stretched out on the trail and turned back the way they came. | We were able to boil a few billies at lunchtime on the fire trail on the leeward side of Edgeworth David Head. There were a few cases of burnt faces from sitting in the sun at lunchtime! A couple of youngsters on trail bikes decided not to drive through all the bodies stretched out on the trail and turned back the way they came. | ||
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Thanks to Greg Bray, a fast, easy way down to Explorers Brook was found. After much shouting between Kenn Clacher (up the spur), Greg Bray (up the creek), the main party (in the creek) and the leader (half-way up the creek) it was decided to follow Greg when he found George' | Thanks to Greg Bray, a fast, easy way down to Explorers Brook was found. After much shouting between Kenn Clacher (up the spur), Greg Bray (up the creek), the main party (in the creek) and the leader (half-way up the creek) it was decided to follow Greg when he found George' | ||
- | As the party were leaving the creek they got disobedient and didn't follow the leader and found a snake!!! Pandemonium broke out when a lady (who shall remain nameless) with a most strident voice dramatically announced the snake' | + | |
- | accident had happened. The snake disappeared into the long grass, the party tippy-toed through the grass and shot up the hill like the devil was on their heels. The leader rewarded their effort with mint slices. No-one wanted to go back down to the creek for water. | + | As the party were leaving the creek they got disobedient and didn't follow the leader and found a snake!!! Pandemonium broke out when a lady (who shall remain nameless) with a most strident voice dramatically announced the snake' |
- | After that, it was just a scrubby ridge gallop back to the fire trail and on to the warmth of the cars before | + | |
- | * * * *'* * * | + | After that, it was just a scrubby ridge gallop back to the fire trail and on to the warmth of the cars __before__ |
- | NEWS news | + | |
- | It is with pleasure that we announce the opening of | + | ---- |
- | Canoe & Camping' | + | |
- | at | + | === News News. === |
- | 226 Prince' | + | |
- | KOGARAH BAY 2217 | + | It is with pleasure that we announce the opening of Canoe & Camping' |
- | Phone (02) 546 5455 | + | |
The trading hours for both stores will be:- Mon-Fri 9 - 5.30 pm, Thurs 9 - 7 pm, Saturday 9 - 4 pm. | The trading hours for both stores will be:- Mon-Fri 9 - 5.30 pm, Thurs 9 - 7 pm, Saturday 9 - 4 pm. | ||
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As most will be aware, their prices are most competitive while their service and expertise is unequalled. | As most will be aware, their prices are most competitive while their service and expertise is unequalled. | ||
- | Page 6 The Sydney Bushwalker October 1988 | + | |
- | SBW IN THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS | + | ---- |
- | PART 2 | + | |
+ | ===== SBW In The Marquesas Islands - Part 2. ===== | ||
by Frank Rigby | by Frank Rigby | ||
- | (Part I ended with Helen Gray, Barbara Bruce and Joan and Frank Rigby spending their first night at Nuku Hive aboard two yachts in TaiohaP | + | |
+ | (Part I ended with Helen Gray, Barbara Bruce and Joan and Frank Rigby spending their first night at Nuku Hive aboard two yachts in Taiohae | ||
We all woke early on a day which seemed to herald an improvement in the weather. The sun was catching the spurs which swept down from the amphitheatre and the whole prospect of mountains, village and bay was a joy to behold. I wondered what was in store for us. | We all woke early on a day which seemed to herald an improvement in the weather. The sun was catching the spurs which swept down from the amphitheatre and the whole prospect of mountains, village and bay was a joy to behold. I wondered what was in store for us. | ||
- | My original plan had been to walk to Anaho Bay on the north coast of the island using horse tracks and 4WD roads. Since the Gendarme had informed us that the tracks were now overgrown we must rely on the roads because one does not sensibly take to the bush in that rugged terrain with its tropical jungle. How we would fare carrying packs uphill in this hot, humid climate remained to be seen; certainly the Marquesans would never dream of it. Talk about mad dogs and Englishmen! How we would return to Taiohae was another question again. And what about the dreaded nonos and the mosquitos? I reflected there were more unknowns about this Marquesan trip than one cOu1d poke a stick at! | + | |
- | My thoughts were interrupted by the yacht' | + | My original plan had been to walk to Anaho Bay on the north coast of the island using horse tracks and 4WD roads. Since the Gendarme had informed us that the tracks were now overgrown we must rely on the roads because one does not sensibly take to the bush in that rugged terrain with its tropical jungle. How we would fare carrying packs uphill in this hot, humid climate remained to be seen; certainly the Marquesans would never dream of it. Talk about mad dogs and Englishmen! How we would return to Taiohae was another question again. And what about the dreaded nonos and the mosquitos? I reflected there were more unknowns about this Marquesan trip than one cou1d poke a stick at! |
- | without even having raised a sweat, we sailed slowly into one of the most beautiful places I can ever remember. | + | |
- | Anaho is the stuff of which romantic South Seas dreams are made - the bay calm and blue, its clear warm waters gently lapping a white sand beach beyond which graceful coconut palms swayed in the breeze. There were glimpses of a small village in a perfect setting, thatch- roofed huts amongst the palms, a couple of Polynesian girls in colourful pareos. As if all this were not enough, the backdrop of rugged mountains, standing out in sharp relief in the low sidelight, took our breath away. We had come a long way for a bit of Paradise and at that magic moment it seemed that we had been rewarded. | + | My thoughts were interrupted by the yacht' |
- | Two bushwalking tents were added to the village, our first camp in the Marquesas; it was great to be back to the simple basics even if this included food from cans. (Contrary | + | |
- | to popular belief, fruit does not fall from trees into one's mouth in the South Seas.) Neither did we find the villagers to be cannibals; in fact, we found them to be friendly, generous, fun-loving people despite the barriers of our mediocre French and our non-existent | + | Anaho is the stuff of which romantic South Seas dreams are made - the bay calm and blue, its clear warm waters gently lapping a white sand beach beyond which graceful coconut palms swayed in the breeze. There were glimpses of a small village in a perfect setting, thatch-roofed huts amongst the palms, a couple of Polynesian girls in colourful pareos. As if all this were not enough, the backdrop of rugged mountains, standing out in sharp relief in the low sidelight, took our breath away. We had come a long way for a bit of Paradise and at that magic moment it seemed that we had been rewarded. |
- | Altr.quesam. Within hours we were invited to a singing rehearsal in a special building decorated with palm fronds and flowers. An earth oven was also being dug so it was apparent that something important was afoot in Anaho. But in our experience in Polynesia every question has two or three different answers depending on who is questioned; accordingly, | + | |
+ | Two bushwalking tents were added to the village, our first camp in the Marquesas; it was great to be back to the simple basics even if this included food from cans. (Contrary to popular belief, fruit does not fall from trees into one's mouth in the South Seas.) Neither did we find the villagers to be cannibals; in fact, we found them to be friendly, generous, fun-loving people despite the barriers of our mediocre French and our non-existent | ||
On the second morning, as the pigs, the breadfruit and all the other trimmings were baking under the hot stones and the banana leaves, we reluctantly donned our packs and set off for the trek across this remarkable island. | On the second morning, as the pigs, the breadfruit and all the other trimmings were baking under the hot stones and the banana leaves, we reluctantly donned our packs and set off for the trek across this remarkable island. | ||
- | The heat was now on, literally, for the first time. The sweat poured from us as the | ||
- | packs, the uphill and the climate took their toll. An hour's walk along a track (no vehicles at Anaho) brought us to the roadhead at the village of Hatiheu where refreshments from the store, the wonderful scenery and the local children thankfully kept us from getting on with | ||
- | the walk. (White Ants would find the Marquesas ideal territory for practising their art.) | ||
- | The route ahead wound up to the col of Teavaitapuhiva (sonorous, these Marquesan names, the | ||
- | problem is pronouncing them) at 443 metres. Not very high, you may say, but it seemed like | ||
- | Mount Everest to me with the climate in reverse. At the col we were greeted by the sight of two magnificent waterfalls tumbling into the head of the Taipivai valley. I was also relieved to find that the large blank area marked on my map as " | ||
- | October 1988 The Sydney Buttmlad-keT Page 7 | ||
- | This valley is of interest for its history and its archaeology. In 1842 a young American sailor deserted his whaling ship in Taiohae Bay and made his tortuous way overland to the valley of the dreaded Typees, among whom he lived for several weeks. He was Herman Melville, perhaps better known as the author of "Moby Dick". Melville later used the | ||
- | experience to write the fascinating fact/ | ||
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- | But how could I forget to mention the other inhabitants of Taipivai, the malicious nonos? Here I had a disadvantage. Even with my spectacles I could not see these tiny insects and, worse still, I could not feel the bites. But a day later I suffered! By contrast, Helen and Barbara, being much more sensitive souls, knew what was going on and | ||
- | when they warned me all I could say was "What nonos?" | ||
- | Once more we climbed into the hills and experienced our one and only "high camp" at about 350 metres. Not so high, of course, but enough to give some relief from the heat and | ||
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- | 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. | + | The heat was now on, literally, for the first time. The sweat poured from us as the packs, the uphill and the climate took their toll. An hour's walk along a track (no vehicles at Anaho) brought us to the roadhead at the village of Hatiheu where refreshments from the store, the wonderful scenery and the local children thankfully kept us from getting on with the walk. (White Ants would find the Marquesas ideal territory for practising their art.) The route ahead wound up to the col of Teavaitapuhiva (sonorous, these Marquesan names, the problem is pronouncing them) at 443 metres. Not very high, you may say, but it seemed like Mount Everest to me with the climate in reverse. At the col we were greeted by the sight of two magnificent waterfalls tumbling into the head of the Taipivai valley. I was also relieved to find that the large blank area marked on my map as " |
- | 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 | + | |
- | now they were driving modern motor vehicles and wouldn' | + | [ Sketch Map of Nuku Hiva. ] |
- | And so we reached the col of Teavanui at 576 metres and what a panorama was laid out before us! Across the blue sea the island of Ua Pou thrust upwards into clouds of its own making. Much closer the rugged south coast of Nuku Hiva stretched away to east and west and immediately below Taiohae village and its horseshoe-shaped bay dotted with white yachts sparkled in the sunshine. All around us the green mountains and the waterfalls plunged downwards to the sea. It seemed the Earth had gone berserk at this spot, determined to compensate for all the dreary parts elsewhere on its surface. But there was history here too - I remembered the stories I had read of the 18th and 19th centureis, of the navigators, | + | |
- | the slavers, the whalers, the sandalwooders, | + | This valley is of interest for its history and its archaeology. In 1842 a young American sailor deserted his whaling ship in Taiohae Bay and made his tortuous way overland to the valley of the dreaded Typees, among whom he lived for several weeks. He was Herman Melville, perhaps better known as the author of "Moby Dick". Melville later used the experience to write the fascinating fact/ |
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+ | But how could I forget to mention the other inhabitants of Taipivai, the malicious nonos? Here I had a disadvantage. Even with my spectacles I could not see these tiny insects and, worse still, I could not feel the bites. But a day later I suffered! By contrast, Helen and Barbara, being much more sensitive souls, knew what was going on and when they warned me all I could say was "What nonos?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Once more we climbed into the hills and experienced our one and only "high camp" at about 350 metres. Not so high, of course, but enough to give some relief from the heat 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. | ||
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+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | And so we reached the col of Teavanui at 576 metres and what a panorama was laid out before us! Across the blue sea the island of Ua Pou thrust upwards into clouds of its own making. Much closer the rugged south coast of Nuku Hiva stretched away to east and west and immediately below Taiohae village and its horseshoe-shaped bay dotted with white yachts sparkled in the sunshine. All around us the green mountains and the waterfalls plunged downwards to the sea. It seemed the Earth had gone berserk at this spot, determined to compensate for all the dreary parts elsewhere on its surface. But there was history here too - I remembered the stories I had read of the 18th and 19th centuries, of the navigators, the slavers, the whalers, the sandalwooders, | ||
Hot, dry, sticky and filthy and covered with nono bites we finally reached journey' | Hot, dry, sticky and filthy and covered with nono bites we finally reached journey' | ||
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Might even qualify for a test walk, I mused as we washed the dust down with Hinano beers all round. | Might even qualify for a test walk, I mused as we washed the dust down with Hinano beers all round. | ||
- | ********* TO BE CONTINUED. | ||
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- | TRIP REPORT | + | To be continued. |
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+ | ===== Trip Report | ||
by Ian Wolfe | by Ian Wolfe | ||
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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. | ||
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Four persons attended this ski trip. | Four persons attended this ski trip. | ||
- | ODE TO LUNCH | + | ---- |
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+ | ===== 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 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.?" | + | (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.?" |
- | He didn't sense the danger, | + | |
- | As we made that cheerful push From the bush across the footpath To a tract of trackless bush | + | He didn't sense the danger,\\ |
- | "Oy, you should' | + | As we made that cheerful push\\ |
- | He grins and points and shouts: " | + | From the bush across the footpath\\ |
- | There were snarls, the air electric: For far less have strong men died Bared teeth, a few stepped forward "Back, back!" our leader cried. Then he faced up to the Ranger, Tried to settle all his doubts: "Of course not, foolish man," he said: "Do we look like we'd be Scouts?" | + | To a tract of trackless bush....\\ |
- | The ranger - young, impulsive - had Still one more wrong thing to say: | + | "Oy, you should' |
- | "A club," he mused, "for walkers, hmmm You mean, like N.P.A.?" | + | He grins and points and shouts:\\ |
- | That was it. There was no holding The more choleric of the bunch. | + | " |
- | They tore the Ranger limb from limb, And cooked him up for lunch. | + | You lot __are__ |
- | Yes, he went into the billy, lads, And the " | + | |
- | That if you must have converse With bushwalkers hereabouts, | + | There were snarls, the air electric:\\ |
- | You should never, ever, ask them: "Hey, are you lot with the Scouts?" | + | For far less have strong men died....\\ |
- | NEW MEMBERS | + | Bared teeth, a few stepped forward |
- | Mansfield, Neil - 6 Milner Road, Artarmon, 2064 Phone (H) 419 7344 | + | "Back, back!" our leader cried.\\ |
- | Perry, Keith - 42 Albert Drive, Killara 2071 It (H) 46 6134 | + | Then he faced up to the Ranger,\\ |
- | Perry, Christopher - " IT T/ IT TI n | + | Tried to settle all his doubts:\\ |
- | (8) 268 7181 | + | "Of course not, foolish man," he said:\\ |
- | ****** | + | "Do we look like we'd be Scouts?" |
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+ | The ranger - young, impulsive - had\\ | ||
+ | Still one more wrong thing to say:\\ | ||
+ | "A club," he mused, "for walkers, hmmm -\\ | ||
+ | You mean, like N.P.A.?" | ||
+ | That was it. There was no holding\\ | ||
+ | The more choleric of the bunch.\\ | ||
+ | They tore the Ranger limb from limb,\\ | ||
+ | And cooked him up for lunch. | ||
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+ | Yes, he went into the billy, lads,\\ | ||
+ | And the " | ||
+ | It's a warning to the silly, and\\ | ||
+ | The lonely and the bored:\\ | ||
+ | That if you __must__ | ||
+ | With bushwalkers hereabouts,\\ | ||
+ | You should never, ever, ask them:\\ | ||
+ | "Hey, are you lot with the Scouts?" | ||
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+ | ---- | ||
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+ | ===== New Member. ===== | ||
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+ | Please add the following names to you List of Members. | ||
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+ | * Mansfield, Neil - 6 Milner Road, Artarmon, 2064. Phone (H) 419 7344. | ||
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Ian Wolfe' | Ian Wolfe' | ||
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+ | ---- | ||
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+ | === Eastwood Camping Centre. === | ||
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- | October 1988 The Sydney auahwalk er Page 11 | + | |
+ | Phone us today & say " | ||
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