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-THE FOLLOWING LETTER WAS SENT TO CLUB MEMBER, GLADYS ROBERTS
+===The following letter was sent to club member, Gladys Roberts.===
-Postal Address
-Box 4476 G.P.O.
+The Sydney Bush Walkers. Postal Address Box 4476 G.P.O. Sydney 2001.
- SYDNEY 2001
 rd December 1992
 Dear Gladys,
-I am pleased to tell you that at last night's Committee Meeting the Treasurer, Erith Hamilton, told us that she had received a cheque for $930 from the Australian Conseryation Foundation. This represented your donation, less their commission of 7%.
-The Committee was very appreciative of your gift. They asked me to convey this to yon and decided to add $70 from Club funds - to it and place it in the Club's Conservation Fund. It will then be invested in a government security which should yield some $80 a year' for a long time to come. The interest from the fund is used to promote conservation. Last year $130 was presented to Tim Moore to establish the Wilderness Fund, $300 was given to the Colong Foundation for Wilderness (of which I am Hon. Sec.), $200 given to the Blue Mountains World Heritage Committee and $100 to the NorthEast Forest Alliance.
+I am pleased to tell you that at last night's Committee Meeting the Treasurer, Erith Hamilton, told us that she had received a cheque for $930 from the Australian Conservation Foundation. This represented your donation, less their commission of 7%.
-Joe Turner opened the Conservation Fund with a donation of $500 some years ago. The Committee hopes your gift will inspire others to tollow,
-I believe 'a :donation to the Club's' Conservation Fund is the. most effective way of ensuring the money will be spent on preserving what isleft of the bush.
+The Committee was very appreciative of your gift. They asked me to convey this to you and decided to add $70 from Club funds to it and place it in the Club's Conservation Fund. It will then be invested in a government security which should yield some $80 a year for a long time to come. The interest from the fund is used to promote conservation. Last year $130 was presented to Tim Moore to establish the Wilderness Fund, $300 was given to the Colong Foundation for Wilderness (of which I am Hon. Sec.), $200 given to the Blue Mountains World Heritage Committee and $100 to the North-East Forest Alliance.
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+Joe Turner opened the Conservation Fund with a donation of $500 some years ago. The Committee hopes your gift will inspire others to follow.
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+I believe a donation to the Club's Conservation Fund is the most effective way of ensuring the money will be spent on preserving what is left of the bush.
-Yours sincerely;
-A. G. COLLEY OAM,
+Yours sincerely,
--1011. Conservation ,Secretary.
-EARTH WIND FIRE RAIN
+A. G. Colley OAM,
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+Hon. Conservation Secretary.
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-all Paddy Palk stores. At $249.00 it represents outstanding value for money for a fully - featured Gore-Tex rainshell.
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-The Barcoo is mid thigh length and features seamfree shoulders, a waterproof front closure, external drawcord and 2 large volume pockets.
-Available in Red and Mid Blue
-THE PADDY PALLIN CLUB Back in June we launched The Paddy Pallin Club in order to stay in touch with regular customers. For an annual subscription of $10-00 members receive a host of benefits including a special Club members discount or. their purchases, special rates on adventure activities as well as exclusive trips for Club members. Members receive a newsletter full of outdoor tips, product news, competitions, information on new offers etc.
-To join simply pick up a brochure in your local Paddy Pallin store or telephone 008 805398 TO1 FREE.
-THE TIKA CORONET
-FOR TRAVELLING BUSHWALKERS. You're off on some lengthy travels that could involve some bushwalking along the way? If so the Tika Coronet ($389) could be the pack for you. It has both a top loading and front opening facility, a
-comfortable 2 size adjustable harness system that can be
-zipped away for avoiding the airport baggage chewerl The
-front pocket zips off and coriVeril , to d daypack. A fine pack for ,1; those travelling to Europe but stopping off in
-Nepal on the way home to trek around Annapurna.
-THE ADVENTURE FIRST AID KIT A while ago
-some Paddy Pailin staff were tentbound in a storm on the Main Range. As a means
-of relieving the boredom they began comparing personal First Aid kits.
-Noticing a number of similarities in what they had ended up with over the-years, the idea of developing a specific Adventure Kit came about. A week or so later we were meeting with St John Ambulance and many months later the joint Paddy Pallin/St John Ambulance Adventure First Aid Kit was born: The kit is packed in a brightly
-coloured, flexible, multi pocketed PVC pouch sealed with weatherproof press zips.
-Apart from the
- 'medical' contents, the kit
-orsO contains o
-laminated First Aid Booklet, Casualty Record cards, a notebook on pencil and printed information on -Hypothermia and Emergency contact numbers. $69.95
-FADDY PAWN ::41DVERS THE 05(INTRYI
-All 400+ products in our Catalogue or any other item of outdoor
-equipment can be sent anywhere. So if you can't make ii to o Paddy Rollin store call Toll Free 008 805398 For a copy of The Paddy Rollin Catalogue and full details on our Mail Order Operation
-EXPANSION AND FACELIFT FOR CANBERRA STORE
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-,000 BAGS SAVED! A big thank you to all our customers for the tremendous support you have given the above scheme whereby every time you elect not to take a bag for your purchases Paddy Rollin donates 10 cents to a charity. In the first 6 . months of this year we were able to donate $800.00 to the Wilderness Society and $836.00 to a range of charities local to each store. That equates to some 16000 bags not going into precious landfill, less energy being used because we need to order, less bags. Thanks to you, everyone
-benefits.
-NEW INTEGRAL OFFERINGS Drytech, the fabric that revolutionized the Boywear market, has two more garments in the range.
-The cycle short style Techshorts are obviously ideal for cycling but also well suited to canoeing or bushwalking with the stretch of the Drytech Jersey. fabric
- accommodciting the most movements. Available in Blue and Red ar$35.95
-For those who prefer short sleeves we've chopped them off the old favourite, the Techcrew, to give the Techshirt with a price of $35.95
-elcome to Issue 1 of the Update, our way of letting you know the latest developments in products and activities available at your local Paddy Pallin store.
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-JANUARY 19-93 TH4 SYDN.tY 13,USiMALICZ1( PAGE 9
-HOW I JOINED THE S.B.W.
 by Puffing Billy
-PART 1: 'MOUNT SOLITARY - THE GREAT FRUSTRATION
-Like many of the contemporaries of the- late great Christopher Columbus, I
-knew that theworld was flat. So did everyone else, born and reared on the endless plains of South Auatralia. Eicepting, that is, the cliffs, alOng-the Riirer Murray, some of which were a staggering 30 metres high.
- And perpendicular, to boot. South Australians came hundreds of kilometres to view those awesome precipices. Still do.
-Thus enducated and aged eighteen. in the by-gone age of steam, I ventured to the veryend of the known world, namely to the fabled metropolis of Sydney, and there began my working life. Two years later I nostalgically' decided to make a Christmas visit to my State of nativity; but I was daunted by a worrisome thought: what to say when,as a returning world travellerI was asked, "What do you think of the Blue Mountains?" And I should. have to confess that I had never seen them: I could see the incredulity on their faces and hear their Shocked voices as they responded, "But they're almost in Sydney!"
-I'could not face the shame; I had to see the Blue Mountains first. So
-I visited a railway ticket window to enquire the minimum cost of a return to'Katoomba. "Seven and six," replied the ticket man.
-"S;g-Seven and s-s'-six," I s-stammered in ,shock, for that was almost a year's Savings. By the time I paid my board and fares to work, I had 25 cents per week to cover clothes, text books and chasing girls.
-But I had to see those mountains, so there was only one thing for it From :my'-ader brother when he joined the army, I had inherited a tapered-frame 1-oath-racing bicycle of ultra-modern design. Three gears, no less. Thus a Friday afternoon came when I mounted the saddle after work, with some sandwiches and clothing in a make-shift haversack on my back and a flimsy blanket roll'on the handlebars.
-As I passed Penrith in the very last light of the evening afterglow, huge black clouds began massing above the western horizon, looming larger and blacker as the darkness got darker. I peddled towards the menacing storms,
-frantically searching for some shelter as I had no storm clothes. But then, the awesome truth struck me. They were not clouds; I was looking fair and :square at the Blue Mountains, towering above me. My adrenalin gland went directly into overdrive
-Now'you,who are veterans of the_up-and-down world may well scoff at my reaction to the gentle slopes of Lapstone Hill; but, please remember:,-, my previous altitude record had been those cliffs of the River Murray.
-Tv say that I was excited would only begin to describe my state. Indeed, I was atop Lapstone Hill and looking back in awe at the blinking sparklets of distant Sydney (which'stopped at Parramatta in those days) before I realised that my legs were tired from the uphill push, while my mouth devoured the first-of my kindly landlady's sandwiches, my eyes devoured the panorama of fairy lights below. Wow! Now I could tell an enthralling tale even if I went no further.'
-,
-But Katoomba lay 'somewhere in the rising dark ahead; I had to go on. Reaching Lawson at about 10.30, I slept in the shed of the school. My parents were both teachers, so the prospect of being roused out by the local
-PAGE 1.0 THE' SY-1)N.EYFIUSHWALKER JANUARY 1993
-headmaster held no terrors for me - I knew the placatory formulae.
-Next morning at about 6.30 I topped the rise at Leura and was almost stunned by the view southwards, down Leura Valley to the cliffs of Mount Solitary
-and King's Tableland, though the names were as yet unknown to me. 'Enthralled in the iolden-light of morning,I could notsee the slopes of the Jamieson Valley and evefything. that I could; see beyond the Leura,foreground was vertical - Plumb-bobHvertical. ,Perpendipular. Everything - the whole scene. Not a'horizontal anywhere. And the puniness of those.Murray'River cliffs was indelibly' Impressed on my
-In that one moment, I became a captive and, trite though it may soUnd, my life has never, been the same since. Racing on to Katoomba,. I asked the mandatory, "Where to find the Three Sisters?" However; before proceeding thdnce, I had to attend to a necessity. The glimpse from 'Leura had shown me that there were no roads out there; no towns, no houses, even: It was like
+===Part 1: Mount Solitary - The Great Frustration.===
-the. ogen, eMpty spaces aroundi us at home; but vertical. I knew now that no five minute gawk from Echo Point could satisfy me; I would need some sort of victuals for an overnight,sortie'into the country I had seen. Thus, I bought a half-loaf of bread and two lamb chops in Lurline Street.
-Goggling at the view from Echo Point, I soon became aware of/frustration. The scene was tantalisingly incomplete. To my right, the cliffs of, Narrow Neck (I now knew the names from a free locality map) formed _a barrier beyond which I could not see, while similarly to the left King's Tableland barred the view. These, however,still left a wide vista of verticality to the front;- but this vista was the cliffs of Mount Solitary, totally blocking the view of who knows what perpendicular enthralments beyond. I just had to see them.
+Like many of the contemporaries of the late great Christopher Columbus, I knew that the world was flat. So did everyone else, born and reared on the endless plains of South Auatralia. Excepting, that is, the cliffs along the Riirer Murray, some of which were a staggering 30 metres high. And perpendicular, to boot. South Australians came hundreds of kilometres to view those awesome precipices. Still do.
-Hiding the bike in the bush, I walked as far west as Orphan Rock. No success - - Solitary was unmOving. I started walking down Federal Pass (too poor for 5c on the Scenic RailWay).and, never having descended into the very bowels of the earth before, I waSAialf expecting Old Nick to raise his head to claim me
-as his own. However, the track flattened out at last and I found myself . wandering along with the Three Sisters in view and' ever more vertically above me.
+Thus enducated and aged eighteen in the by-gone age of steam, I ventured to the very end of the known world, namely to the fabled metropolis of Sydney, and there began my working life. Two years later I nostalgically decided to make a Christmas visit to my State of nativity; but I was daunted by a worrisome thought: what to say when, as a returning world traveller, I was asked, "What do you think of the Blue Mountains?" And I should have to confess that I had never seen them: I could see the incredulity on their faces and hear their shocked voices as they responded, "But they're almost in Sydney!"
-Around midday I stopped by a stream for a brew-up in my jam-tin billy, supplemented by grilled chop sandwiches. On unwrapping the meat, I found it somewhat mobile. Unworried, I washed the wildlife off in the stream. This, remember, was before the days of local refrigeration, when the Coolgardie safe was state-of-the-art technology. Correction; terms like technology and state-of-the-art had not entered the lexicon, the hype 'merchants still confining their talents to religion. Just as modern, also, was the newspaper in which the butcher had wrapped my chops. Not until decades later did the do-gooders warn me that it harboured animalcules more dangerous than my 200-metre fall on Mount French, New Zealand, the survival of which started my now-unshakable belief in supernatural intervention, despite many friends' claims that the Great Architect of the mountains would never haVe intervened on my bahalf
-By late afternoon I had breasted Leura _Cascades, looking back over my shoulder to see if any new vistas, were opening, but alas, the vista was unchanging - Mount Solitary and more Mount Solitary..
+I could not face the shame; I had to see the Blue Mountains first. So I visited a railway ticket window to enquire the minimum cost of a return to Katoomba. "Seven and six," replied the ticket man.
-I could new ramble on about my subsequent adventures that weekend', such as my return to Sydney, through 40.plus heat with 7 punctures to be mended-,along the way, followed by three days in bed with heat stroke; but that would not be really pertinent to the conclusion to which I am proceeding.
-JANUARY 1993 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER 'PAGE 11
+"S-s-seven and s-s-six," I s-stammered in shock, for that was almost a year's savings. By the time I paid my board and fares to work, I had 25 cents per week to cover clothes, text books and chasing girls.
-Arrived back in Sydney after regaling my. Adelaide friends with tales of Blue Mountains escapades thatzadkuthe.:afbregaiii Columbus appear like a cut- lunch Charlie, I Was still piqued because inwardly I knew that I had not seen the Blue Mountains, , All I.had seen was frustrating Mount Solitary.
+But I __had__ to see those mountains, so there was only one thing for it. From my older brother when he joined the army, I had inherited a tapered-frame road-racing bicycle of ultra-modern design. Three gears, no less. Thus a Friday afternoon came when I mounted the saddle after work, with some sandwiches and clothing in a make-shift haversack on my back and a flimsy blanket roll on the handlebars.
+As I passed Penrith in the very last light of the evening afterglow, huge black clouds began massing above the western horizon, looming larger and blacker as the darkness got darker. I peddled towards the menacing storms, frantically searching for some shelter as I had no storm clothes. But then, the awesome truth struck me. They were not clouds; I was looking fair and square at the Blue Mountains, towering above me. My adrenalin gland went directly into overdrive.
+Now, youwho are veterans of the up-and-down world may well scoff at my reaction to the gentle slopes of Lapstone Hill; but, please remember, my previous altitude record had been those cliffs of the River Murray.
+Tv say that I was excited would only begin to describe my state. Indeed, I was atop Lapstone Hill and looking back in awe at the blinking sparklets of distant Sydney (which stopped at Parramatta in those days) before I realised that my legs were tired from the uphill push, while my mouth devoured the first of my kindly landlady's sandwiches, my eyes devoured the panorama of fairy lights below. Wow! Now I could tell an enthralling tale even if I went no further.
+But Katoomba lay somewhere in the rising dark ahead; I had to go on. Reaching Lawson at about 10.30, I slept in the shed of the school. My parents were both teachers, so the prospect of being roused out by the local headmaster held no terrors for me - I knew the placatory formulae.
+Next morning at about 6.30 I topped the rise at Leura and was almost stunned by the view southwards, down Leura Valley to the cliffs of Mount Solitary and King's Tableland, though the names were as yet unknown to me. Enthralled in the golden-light of morning, I could not see the slopes of the Jamieson Valley and everything that I could see beyond the Leura foreground was vertical. Plumb-bob vertical. Perpendipular. Everything - the whole scene. Not a horizontal anywhere. And the puniness of those Murray River cliffs was indelibly impressed on my mind.
+In that one moment, I became a captive and, trite though it may sound, my life has never been the same since. Racing on to Katoomba, I asked the mandatory, "Where to find the Three Sisters?" However; before proceeding thence, I had to attend to a necessity. The glimpse from Leura had shown me that there were no roads out there; no towns, no houses, even. It was like the open, empty spaces around us at home; but vertical. I knew now that no five minute gawk from Echo Point could satisfy me; I would need some sort of victuals for an overnight sortie into the country I had seen. Thus, I bought a half-loaf of bread and two lamb chops in Lurline Street.
+Goggling at the view from Echo Point, I soon became aware of a frustration. The scene was tantalisingly incomplete. To my right, the cliffs of, Narrow Neck (I now knew the names from a free locality map) formed a barrier beyond which I could not see, while similarly to the left King's Tableland barred the view. These, however, still left a wide vista of verticality to the front; but this vista was the cliffs of Mount Solitary, totally blocking the view of who knows what perpendicular enthralments beyond. I just had to see them.
+Hiding the bike in the bush, I walked as far west as Orphan Rock. No success - Solitary was unmoving. I started walking down Federal Pass (too poor for 5c on the Scenic Railway) and, never having descended into the very bowels of the earth before, I was half expecting Old Nick to raise his head to claim me as his own. However, the track flattened out at last and I found myself wandering along with the Three Sisters in view and ever more vertically above me.
+Around midday I stopped by a stream for a brew-up in my jam-tin billy, supplemented by grilled chop sandwiches. On unwrapping the meat, I found it somewhat mobile. Unworried, I washed the wildlife off in the stream. This, remember, was before the days of local refrigeration, when the Coolgardie safe was state-of-the-art technology. Correction; terms like technology and state-of-the-art had not entered the lexicon, the hype merchants still confining their talents to religion. Just as modern, also, was the newspaper in which the butcher had wrapped my chops. Not until decades later did the do-gooders warn me that it harboured animalcules more dangerous than my 200-metre fall on Mount French, New Zealand, the survival of which started my now-unshakable belief in supernatural intervention, despite many friends' claims that the Great Architect of the mountains would never have intervened on my behalf.
+By late afternoon I had breasted Leura Cascades, looking back over my shoulder to see if any new vistas were opening; but alas, the vista was unchanging - Mount Solitary and more Mount Solitary.
+I could new ramble on about my subsequent adventures that weekend, such as my return to Sydney, through 40° plus heat with 7 punctures to be mended along the way, followed by three days in bed with heat stroke; but that would not be really pertinent to the conclusion to which I am proceeding.
+Arrived back in Sydney after regaling my Adelaide friends with tales of Blue Mountains escapades that made the aforesaid Columbus appear like a cut-lunch Charlie. I Was still piqued because inwardly I knew that I had not seen the Blue Mountains. All I had seen was frustrating Mount Solitary.
 "How do I get to see what lies behind it?" I asked my Sydney friends ad nauseam.
-"You have to join the bush walkers," they replied with equal nauseam. Thus the die was cast.,
-***#!**********, , END PART ONE.
+"You have to join the bush walkers," they replied with equal nauseam. Thus the die was cast.
-THE NSW NATIONAL PARKS AND WILDLIFE SERVICE sent the following letter to the Club's Walks Secretary, Bill Holland:-
-Dear.Mr Holland,
+End of Part One.
-Occasionally =members of bushwalking clubs may experience difficulties because organised walks may have been planned on lands managed by the National Parks and Wildlife Service without a full understanding of the Service's local key rules which govern such activities.
+----
+=====Letter from National Parks and Wildlife Service.=====
+The National Parks and Wildlife Service sent the following letter to the Club's Walks Secretary, Bill Holland:-
+Dear Mr Holland,
+Occasionally members of bushwalking clubs may experience difficulties because organised walks may have been planned on lands managed by the National Parks and Wildlife Service without a full understanding of the Service's local key rules which govern such activities.
 I refer specifically to Nadgee Nature Reserve, a popular walking location, on the far south coast of NSW.
 Although Nadgee is not a declared wilderness area, much of it has effectively been managed as wilderness, and certain rules have been in place for many years to help protect its natural state.
 Bushwalking (ie backpacking) is by permit only with a maximum of twenty (20) walkers permitted at any one time in the Reserve. That is, if twenty walkers are in the Reserve no other walkers would normally be permitted during the same period.
 We try to eneourage small walking groups (say 7 or 8) rather than large groups (say 15 to 20) as, from past experience, several small groups tend to have less adverse impact on the area than large groups. It also provides the opportunity for individuals or other small groups to use the Reserve at the same time rather than the Reserve being dominated by a large single group to the exclusion of others.
 Bookings must be in advance and are taken no more than three months before the proposed walk. This should give any walk co-ordinator ample time to plan ahead. Walk co-ordinators should not expect Service staff to make special dispensation to their group if the Reserve is already fully booked.
-In all cases walk co-ordinators should contact this office beforefinalising Plans.
+In all cases walk co-ordinators should contact this office __before__ finalising plans.
 I would be grateful if you could make this information available to all of your club's members, preferably by printing this letter in your club's newsletter.
-Yours faithfully, K. R. Margus,
-Superintendent - Eden Disirict.
+Yours faithfully,
+K. R. Margus, Superintendent - Eden Disirict.
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