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-===== The Saga Of zobel Gully. =====
+===== The Saga Of Zobel Gully. =====
 On the 27th/28th of May, George Newer and Carol Lubbers decided to explore Zobel Gully. The route was: Mount Banks, Pierces Pass, Grose River, Zobel Gully, Explorers Range, Mount Banks. The result was as follows.
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+===== Anyone Can Be A Cook - Part 2. =====
+by Stuart Brooks
+I suppose the most casual, and yet most unlucky, cook I have met was Bob Duncan. Bob's method of packing for a weekend walk was simplicity itself. When, early on Saturday morning, the leader yelled out, "Moving off in two minutes!" Bob's frantic cry, "Cripes I haven't started to pack yet!" would invariably cut the air. Rushing to the boot of his car, he would drag forth a crumpled pack and stuff into it a jumper, sleeping bag, groundsheet and parka. Then, turning to a big old box full of tins of food in various stages of decay - some new with labels, some old and rusty without - he would commence thrusting tins into his pack, without really looking. Muttering "Saturday lunch" - "Saturday dinner" - "Sunday breakfast" - "Sunday Lunch" - "spare" - "emergency". Duncan's packing for a weekend walk has been timed at thirty five seconds.
+I recall a tranquil Sunday morning on Kanangra Creek. We had come down Danae Brook the day before and I was basking in the early morning sun, enjoying the retrospect and perfectly cooked rolled oats with brown sugar and cream, half listening to the tinkle of Kanangra Creek and half to Dot Butler and Wilf Hilder arguing out a technicality. It was one of those idyllic moments. It was, however, completely shattered by the emergence of Duncan who commenced to slurp his way through "Sunday breakfast" - a very large can of sliced beetroot.
+But there was the time when Bob was anxious to impress. He had brought along steaks, marinated and wrapped in foil, vegetables the same, and goodness knows what for dessert. Most of us had finished cooking and the fire had died down to a heap of red embers when Bob decided it was time to put his steaks on. Carefully, he buried all his pre-wrapped food in the glowing embers and turned to carry on his discussions interspersed with the odd song.
-ANYONE CAN BE AGOOD COOK
-PART 2 by Stuart Brooks
-I suppose the most casual, and yet most unlucky, cook I have met was Bob Duncan.
-Bob's method of packing for a weekend walk was simplicity itself. When, early on Saturday
-morning, the leader yelled out, "Moving off in two minutes!" Bob's frantic cry, "Cripes I
-haven't started to pack yet!" would invariably cut the air. Rushing to the boot of his car,
-he would drag forth a crumpled pack and stuff into it a jumper, sleeping bag, groundsheet and parka. Then, turning to a big old box
-full of tins of food in various stages of decay - some new with labels, some old and rusty without - he would commence thrusting tins into his pack, without really looking. Muttering "Saturday lunch" - "Saturday dinner" - "Sunday breakfast" - "Sunday Lunch" - "spare" - "emergency". Duncan's
-packing for a weekend walk has been timed at thirty five seconds.
-I recall a tranquil Sunday morning on Kanangra Creek. We had come down Danae Brook the day before and I was basking in the early morning sun, enjoying the
-retrospect and perfectly cooked rolled oats with brown sugar and cream, half listening to the tinkle of Kanangra Creek and half to Dot Butler and Wilf Hilder arguing out a technicality. It was one of those idyllic moments. It was, however, completely shattered by the emergence
-nf Duncan who commenced to slurp his way through "Sunday breakfast" - a very large can of sliced beetroot.
-But there was the time when Bob was anxious to impress. He had brought along steaks,
-marinated and wrapped in foil, vegetables the same, and goodness knows what for dessert. most of us had finished cooking and the fire had died down to a heap of red embers when Bob
-decided it was time to put his steaks on. Carefully, he buried all his pre-wrapped food in
-the glowing embers and turned to carry on his discussions interspersed with the odd song.
 It was a chilly evening and, bit by bit, behind Bob's back, others were throwing sticks on the fire to generate a bit of warmth. I suppose you have seen the TV ad, "My God the chips!"? Duncan was halfway through the seventh verse of "The cat came back" when he stopped ir mid-chorus, "My God, the steaks!"
 On hands and knees he scrabbled at the blazing inferno, eventually retrieving most of his victuals - a trifle overdone. I never did find out what impression that meal created
 I suppose one of the more charismatic cooks I have walked with would have to be Bill Gillam. Bill was a blend of gourmet, wine buff, professional scientist and frustrated actor.
-Bill was gettinb a bit thin on top as a mere 40-year-old. However he was quick to point out a number of attributes balding men had that were not possessed by their more hairy brethren. Bill's lack of thatch was more than compensated for by a heavy and dark growth of beard. Invariably, on a walk, he would shave before dinner. With his high forehead, aquiline features
-and thespian leanings, shaving was not just the mundane chore most of us suffer. BIll, with
+Bill was getting a bit thin on top as a mere 40-year-old. However he was quick to point out a number of attributes balding men had that were not possessed by their more hairy brethren. Bill's lack of thatch was more than compensated for by a heavy and dark growth of beard. Invariably, on a walk, he would shave before dinner. With his high forehead, aquiline features and thespian leanings, shaving was not just the mundane chore most of us suffer. Bill, with a few deft strokes of the razor and aided by flickering campfire light and a bit of acting ability, could have you believe he was anyone he chose. I have had dinner in the bush with Abraham Lincoln, Sir Francis Drake, Van Gogh, Roy Rene....
-a few deft strokes of the razor and aided by flickering campfire light and a bit of acting
-ability, could have you believe he was anyone he chose. I have had dinner in the bush with
+One memorable evening was just after my wife had been raised to full membership of SBW. Bill insisted we have a celebratory dinner on our next walk. On the banks of the Wollongambe we had a perfect campsite. Bill had brought along a bottle of his best red and one of those old fashioned candles. The former, he opened - to breathe, of course - the latter he cut into about eight pieces each of which he lit and used to decorate a small rock face near our fire. Bill's camp fire was (unlike Duncan's) a masterpiece of controlled energy release. A heap of embers for the steaks, low flames to simmer the vegies in the centre and at the other end, a crackling fire for the soup and coffee water.
-Abraham Lincoln, Sir Francis Dkake, Van Gogh, Roy Rene
-One memorable evening was just after my wife had been raised to full membership of SBW. Bill insisted we have a celebratory dinner on our next walk. On the banks of the Wollongambe
-we had a perfect campsite. Bill had brought along a bottle of his best red and one of those
-old fashioned candles. The former, he opened - to breathe, of course - the latter he cut into
-about eight pieces each of which he lit and used to decorate a small rock face near our fire.
-Bill's camp fire was (unlike Duncan's) a masterpiece of controlled energy release. A heap of
-embers for the steaks, low flames to simmer the vegies in the centre and at the other end, a crackling fire for the soup and coffee water.
-August 1989 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 11
 That evening Bill had elected to be Profumo - disgraced and recently deposed Secretary of War in the British Cabinet. He (Profumo, not Bill) had been exposed by the Press - (so what else is new) - for dallying with a young lady who was also keeping company with (shock, horror) a senior member of the Russian embassy. What with the firelight and a newly-shaped beard, Bill made a passably good Profumo.
 The steaks were retrieved without incident and were (unlike Duncan's) cooked to perfection. The red wine had not been bruised, the Wollongambe was playing a sort of Haydn quartet in the background. It was a memorable meal.
-BUt I hear my mate's tenor voice carolling through the dripping wilderness on his way back to the cave. It is time to get the fire going and start dinner.
+But I hear my mate's tenor voice carolling through the dripping wilderness on his way back to the cave. It is time to get the fire going and start dinner.
 Fortunately, with parboiled sausages in foil, "surprise" peas and "deb" potato, anyone can be a good cook.
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-Recently, the NPWS sent their new plan of management for Kanangramawd to various conservation groups, asking for submissions. The plan contained ominous references to 'development' within the park. The Victorian State Government has recently 'developed'
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-The Grampians for mass market tourism, with some expensive, high profile publicity. This
-'marketing' of National Parks means the public expects such things as cabins, car parks, visitors centres, hard surfaced roads, litter collection and guided tours.
+===== kanangra-Boyd National Park - Sold. =====
-If you don't think it can happen here, remember that our present State Government believes that all public utilities should be self funding, and already there are 4WD tours operating in the Snowy Mountains. To be profitable, accommodation must have at least 60%
-occupancy, and that means mass consumption tourism. Lodges have to offer all md cons, including tennis courts, saunas and swimming pools. The 'wild' environment has to be urbanised and sanitised for those who are really terrified of wilderness, but are bored and want to do 'something different'.
+Recently, the NPWS sent their new plan of management for Kanangra-Boyd to various conservation groups, asking for submissions. The plan contained ominous references to 'development' within the park. The Victorian State Government has recently 'developed' The Grampians for mass market tourism, with some expensive, high profile publicity. This 'marketing' of National Parks means the public expects such things as cabins, car parks, visitors centres, hard surfaced roads, litter collection and guided tours.
-In very short order Kanangra Walls could resemble Echo Point at Katoomba. A vast accommodation and recreation complex complete with a couple of golf courses built on Marrilman Heath, overlooking Colboyd Range. Tour operators would bring ever growing numbers of people into fragile areas. All the comforts of civilisation must be brought in, and frequently all the ,rubbish of civilisation left behind. The operators would inevitably demand more and more roads, to take their customers everywhere a itehicle could possibly be driven.
+If you don't think it can happen here, remember that our present State Government believes that all public utilities should be self funding, and already there are 4WD tours operating in the Snowy Mountains. To be profitable, accommodation must have at least 60% occupancy, and that means mass consumption tourism. Lodges have to offer all mod cons, including tennis courts, saunas and swimming pools. The 'wild' environment has to be urbanised and sanitised for those who are really terrified of wilderness, but are bored and want to do 'something different'.
+In very short order Kanangra Walls could resemble Echo Point at Katoomba. A vast accommodation and recreation complex complete with a couple of golf courses built on Marrilman Heath, overlooking Colboyd Range. Tour operators would bring ever growing numbers of people into fragile areas. All the comforts of civilisation must be brought in, and frequently all the rubbish of civilisation left behind. The operators would inevitably demand more and more roads, to take their customers everywhere a vehicle could possibly be driven.
 Do you think this would add to your wilderness experience?
-#41.k
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-YES, ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN -
+=== Yes, accidents do happen. ===
-although we are lucky they are so rare. Be prepared - come to the Search and Rescue Practice which Federation is holding on 16-17 September. The place - the Wattagans,
-meet at Pine Forest Picnic Area. Contact --- John Porter for all details.
+Although we are lucky they are so rare. Be prepared - come to the Search and Rescue Practice which Federation is holding on 16-17 September. The place - the Wattagans, meet at Pine Forest Picnic Area. Contact John Porter for all details. Ph. 797 9784 (home).
-Ph. 797 97814 (home)
-Page 12 The Sydney Bushwalker August 1989
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 KAKADU CAPERS
 During last May-June, 26 mei-doers of the S.B.W. participated in extended walks in Keep River N.P. (NT), Bungle Bungle N.P.(10) and Kakadu N.P. (NT). Jan Mbbandas and Alex CiMbleris organized these walks through a commercial organization called "Willis' Walkabouts", operated by Russell Willis from Darwin.