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 |8|Vale|Frank Leyden|
 |9|Barrington Tops Walk|by Fazeley Read|
-|10|Tasmanian Terrorists|by George Montross|
+|10|Tasmanian Terrorists|by Charles Montross|
 | |New Bushwalking Publications|
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 ====Public Liability====
-The NSW Associations Incorporation Act, under which the SBW is incorporated, requires every incorporated body to have $2M public liability cover. This type of policy cOvers the Club, its officers, members and its visitors in'the event of them • becoming legally liable to pay compensation for fersonal Injury, Property Damage or Advertising Liability arising out of legal• actions taken against the club or its members.
+The NSW Associations Incorporation Act, under which the SBW is incorporated, requires every incorporated body to have $2M public liability cover. This type of policy covers the club, its officers, members and its visitors in the event of them becoming legally liable to pay compensation for personal Injury, Property Damage or Advertising Liability arising out of legal actions taken against the club or its members.
-The Confederation level of cover is $10M worldwide. The cover applies to the club as a 'legal entity in its own right, the club's officers, the club's members and 10 club visitors. Typically such claims will result in a court case before payment is made.
+The Confederation level of cover is $10M worldwide. The cover applies to the club as a legal entity in its own right, the club's officers, the club's members and 10 club visitors. Typically such claims will result in a court case before payment is made.
 Our discussions with Confederation's insurance broker have indicated that the Confederation policy can be extended to provide for cover of the club's property, Coolana, for an additional charge.
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 It was a departure from Sydney in particularly heavy traffic that Friday night, April 16. What a contrast the solitude and natural splendors the next two days would offer.
-All seven in the party met at the popular Imperial Hotel where tasty meals and introductions were partaken of, amid the hubbub of what seemed like the entire population of Maitland in party mode. Morie then led the way in his four wheel drive vehicle to Telegherty Reserve, in Barrington Tops National Park, determined paddy melons making life threatening dashes across the road along the way just to test alertness. On Saturday morning, a half-hour drive along Middle Ridge Forest Road, about 12-15 km, brought us to the base of The Mountaineer. This time it was lyre birds, in full tailed glory, which decided last minute dashes across the road were essential for their well being. The sight of Morie quietly rigging himself up with gaiters and leather gloves encouraged those of us with such equipment to do the same. Then, it was the usual locking of car doors and boots, slinging on of packs and a striding into the cool morning air, the promise of a rainless weekend ahead of us — something of a contrast to previous weekends, including all of Easter. Yellow tailed black cockatoos screeched their apparent disapproval of our. presence. Eventual departure from the track took us into the secret wonderland of the rainforest. We gradually descended along Marshes Creek, in a south westerly direction, Morie peering this way and that at the lay of the land through the vegetation, with eyes that could have been searching for a path through a minefield. Previous explorations had taught him the consequence of a navigational error. His carefree party, following behind, could appreciate the surrounding beauty. There were birds nest ferns, high in the trees, and huge Antarctic Beech trees whose lichen covered buttresses were large enough to enclose a small tent. I understand that some of these trees are three to four thousand years old. In contrast, there were dainty webs of gossamer thread, shimmering in shafts of sunlight, which beamed through gaps in the leafy canopy. There were hundreds of hungry little leeches whose particular beauty I find hard to appreciate — would that feelings were mutual! There was that sweet smell of rich, damp earth, the sound of water rushing urgently to its destination, and a multitude of toadstools and mushrooms of different colours, patterns and shapes. We startled a group of five scrub turkeys and saw, numerous turkey mounds, some of which were as nearly as big as a small haystack.
+All seven in the party met at the popular Imperial Hotel where tasty meals and introductions were partaken of, amid the hubbub of what seemed like the entire population of Maitland in party mode. Morie then led the way in his four wheel drive vehicle to Telegherry Reserve, in Barrington Tops National Park, determined paddy melons making life threatening dashes across the road along the way just to test alertness. On Saturday morning, a half-hour drive along Middle Ridge Forest Road, about 12-15 km, brought us to the base of The Mountaineer. This time it was lyre birds, in full tailed glory, which decided last minute dashes across the road were essential for their well being. The sight of Morie quietly rigging himself up with gaiters and leather gloves encouraged those of us with such equipment to do the same. Then, it was the usual locking of car doors and boots, slinging on of packs and a striding into the cool morning air, the promise of a rainless weekend ahead of us — something of a contrast to previous weekends, including all of Easter. Yellow tailed black cockatoos screeched their apparent disapproval of our. presence. Eventual departure from the track took us into the secret wonderland of the rainforest. We gradually descended along Marshes Creek, in a south westerly direction, Morie peering this way and that at the lay of the land through the vegetation, with eyes that could have been searching for a path through a minefield. Previous explorations had taught him the consequence of a navigational error. His carefree party, following behind, could appreciate the surrounding beauty. There were birds nest ferns, high in the trees, and huge Antarctic Beech trees whose lichen covered buttresses were large enough to enclose a small tent. I understand that some of these trees are three to four thousand years old. In contrast, there were dainty webs of gossamer thread, shimmering in shafts of sunlight, which beamed through gaps in the leafy canopy. There were hundreds of hungry little leeches whose particular beauty I find hard to appreciate — would that feelings were mutual! There was that sweet smell of rich, damp earth, the sound of water rushing urgently to its destination, and a multitude of toadstools and mushrooms of different colours, patterns and shapes. We startled a group of five scrub turkeys and saw, numerous turkey mounds, some of which were as nearly as big as a small haystack.
-On arrival at the confluence of Marshes Creek and Wangat River, we ate lunch washed down with water at its best. Recent heavy rain made progress upstream along the Wangat River Slower than expected. The illusion that the going looked better on the other side resulted in frequent river crossings. Eventually, impending darkness plus the daunting task of creating a cooking fire in such sodden surrounds convinced us to make camp 300m short of the Wangat. River, Bangalow Creek confluence. It took about two hours of combined, frenzied activity, plus the aid of a small piece of bicycle inner tube, to get that fire going to our satisfaction. Being faced with the prospect of no hot food brings out the beast in people. It was the usual campfire chitchat, which wandered from one subject to another. We speculated on the whereabouts of the light 'plane which disappeared in this area twenty years ago and is rumoured to have $6m on board, and of what we would do if we found it. Then, in dribs and drabs it was off to the sanctum of our tents. Is there anything blacker than a rainforest night. when you're in your tent and you can't find your torch?
+On arrival at the confluence of Marshes Creek and Wangat River, we ate lunch washed down with water at its best. Recent heavy rain made progress upstream along the Wangat River slower than expected. The illusion that the going looked better on the other side resulted in frequent river crossings. Eventually, impending darkness plus the daunting task of creating a cooking fire in such sodden surrounds convinced us to make camp 300m short of the Wangat River - Bangalow Creek confluence. It took about two hours of combined, frenzied activity, plus the aid of a small piece of bicycle inner tube, to get that fire going to our satisfaction. Being faced with the prospect of no hot food brings out the beast in people. It was the usual campfire chitchat, which wandered from one subject to another. We speculated on the whereabouts of the light plane which disappeared in this area twenty years ago and is rumoured to have $6M on board, and of what we would do if we found it. Then, in dribs and drabs it was off to the sanctum of our tents. Is there anything blacker than a rainforest night when you're in your tent and you can't find your torch?
-Next morning, due to our slow progress, Morie decided to shorten the walk by leading us up a steep, 550m north east ridge, to The Pimple; where a well deserved lunch was eaten. Here we met up with the Mountaineer Trail, aptly described in the program as 'undulating'. An hour of this, and there we were,, back at the cars mid-afternoon, and a gradual return to the real world, or were we leaving it?
+Next morning, due to our slow progress, Morie decided to shorten the walk by leading us up a steep, 550m north east ridge, to The Pimple; where a well deserved lunch was eaten. Here we met up with the Mountaineer Trail, aptly described in the program as 'undulating'. An hour of this, and there we were, back at the cars mid-afternoon, and a gradual return to the real world, or were we leaving it?
 I am sure that all six in the group would like to thank Morie once again for his knowledge of the area and his quiet leadership which provided us with such an interesting, relaxing and enjoyable weekend.
-=====NEW BUSHWALKING PUBLICATIONS=====
+=====New Bushwalking Publications=====
 A new book by Peter Meredith, titled: "Myles and Milo", has just been released, It recounts the lives of the outstanding father and son Dunphy duo, each of whom has made a massive and lasting impression on the NSW conservation movement.
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 Long time SBW member Dot Butler's popular book "The Barefoot Bushwalker" has also been reissued
-Both books are available from Alex Colley at the Colong Foundation for Wilderness. Phone 9299 7341 to place an order. Price $25-00 each inc.PP.
+Both books are available from Alex Colley at the Colong Foundation for Wilderness. Phone 9299 7341 to place an order. Price $25-00 each inc. pp.
-=====TASMANIAN TERRORISTS=====
+=====Tasmanian Terrorists=====
 David Trinder's Traverse of The Overland Track. Cradle Mountain National Park Tasmania.
 January 29th to February 7th 1999
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 The fourth day saw our group going for the "Acropolis" with a wonderful scramble up to the top and around for some wonderful views. After lunch there was some exploration and a trail was found leading down a cliff and up to the neighbouring mountain. However, the climb would have required much experience and equipment and was not attempted.
-The evening of the fourth day was uneventful as the Tasmanian terrorists went looking for greener pastures and to take more gourmet food from unsuspecting bushwalkers. There were a couple of paddy melons that visited our group, who nibbled on the lettuce and greens brought in at the start of the trip. One of the group found out that there were Swedish women who were passing through and had stayed at the hut. This group member then went off on a search for these women but found out that they had already departed.
+The evening of the fourth day was uneventful as the Tasmanian terrorists went looking for greener pastures and to take more gourmet food from unsuspecting bushwalkers. There were a couple of pademelons that visited our group, who nibbled on the lettuce and greens brought in at the start of the trip. One of the group found out that there were Swedish women who were passing through and had stayed at the hut. This group member then went off on a search for these women but found out that they had already departed.
-The fifth day saw a wonderful morning with a walk past Windy Ridge Hut to Kia Ora Hut. A side trip was made to Hartnett falls with some enjoying a good swim and another side excursion to another set of 'falls'. These falls had had the trails leading up to them redone since the previous visit and a number of the smaller trails were covered over making it difficult to get up close to parts of the falls as we had previously.
+The fifth day saw a wonderful morning with a walk past Windy Ridge Hut to Kia Ora Hut. A side trip was made to Hartnett falls with some enjoying a good swim and another side excursion to another set of falls. These falls had had the trails leading up to them redone since the previous visit and a number of the smaller trails were covered over making it difficult to get up close to parts of the falls as we had previously.
-At Kia Ora Hut, the group caught up with a fellow Sydney Bushwalker, Lynne Yeaman, doing the Overland Track with some of her friends. After a discourse with David, she decided to join us for a short while to climb Mt Ossa as we headed for Pelion Hut. One member of the group found out during his search that a pair of Kiwi women had climbed both Mt. Ossa and Mt Pelion East. This member then decided that he could also and should skiddaddle up both mountains.
+At Kia Ora Hut, the group caught up with a fellow Sydney Bushwalker, Lynne Yeaman, doing the Overland Track with some of her friends. After a discourse with David, she decided to join us for a short while to climb Mt Ossa as we headed for Pelion Hut. One member of the group found out during his search that a pair of Kiwi women had climbed both Mt Ossa and Mt Pelion East. This member then decided that he could also and should skiddaddle up both mountains.
 The group headed, with little difficulty, on the morning of Day 6, to Pelion Pass under overcast skies. At the Pass, one member skidaddled up Mt. Pelion East while the rest scrambled up Mt. Ossa. As they reached the top of the clouds started breaking up revealing very beautiful sights. The overlay of clouds parting here and there revealed stunning views of mountains in the distance, which were deeply appreciated While I was taking some photos along the cliffs, I ran into a Swedish trio of a couple and a gal. They informed me of the shortage of water in the northern section of the Overland track and I warned them of the Tasmanian terrorists.
-When the group member who had climbed Mt. Pelion East caught up with the rest of us, I informed him of the Swedish women. But since they had already left, he was a bit downcast. However, in my best mock Swedish accent, I did my best to cheer him up.
+When the group member who had climbed Mt Pelion East caught up with the rest of us, I informed him of the Swedish women. But since they had already left, he was a bit downcast. However, in my best mock Swedish accent, I did my best to cheer him up.
-After enjoying lunch on top of Mt. Ossa, Andrew brought out a pineapple to celebrate reaching the top. He had been able to keep the pineapple safe from the possum attacks just for this point in the trip. All of the group were deeply touched by his thoughtfulness and devoured the pineapple. By the time lunch was finished, a horde of tourists meandered in and it was time to leave. Lynne parted company with the group at the pass and went back to her friends at Kia Ora.
+After enjoying lunch on top of Mt Ossa, Andrew brought out a pineapple to celebrate reaching the top. He had been able to keep the pineapple safe from the possum attacks just for this point in the trip. All of the group were deeply touched by his thoughtfulness and devoured the pineapple. By the time lunch was finished, a horde of tourists meandered in and it was time to leave. Lynne parted company with the group at the pass and went back to her friends at Kia Ora.
 The walk down to Pelion hut was uneventful and the group was able to settle in before it got too crowded. Some went for a swim/wash at the Old Pelion Hut swimming hole. I noted that the camp at Old Pelion was quite nice but the trail would be dreadful when wet.
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 I expected the mouse trap to go off when the Ninja possum tried to open my pack for food which would allow me to chase it. At midnight, the Ninja possum attacked setting off the trap. However, he just shook it around a couple of times and padded off to the next tent. I reset the trap and went back to sleep. At 2am, the trap went off again and the possum again shook the trap around then left. Again I reset the trap and thought that would be the last of it. However, at 4am, the Ninja possum visited again, set off the trap and left. I was a bit perplexed by this but reset the trap and slept till dawn,
-The morning of the eighth day started off with light rain as the group broke camp and meandered down to Waterfall hut. The side trip planned to Lake Wills was cancelled and the group arrived at Waterfall Hut by mid day. The majority of the group took over the older hut where quolls were seen on the previous trip in '98. Some set up tents and a couple of the group grabbed berths in the new hut which is very posh. The member looking for Swedish women was able to grab a choice position but no Swedish women were around. However, there was a Dutch girl there who was very unprepared and inexperienced. Some of the group gave her advice and help and Andrew took her under his wing. In the meantime a severe cold weather alert was announced by the park ranger as a weather front was heading through Tasmania.
+The morning of the eighth day started off with light rain as the group broke camp and meandered down to Waterfall hut. The side trip planned to Lake Wills was cancelled and the group arrived at Waterfall Hut by midday. The majority of the group took over the older hut where quolls were seen on the previous trip in '98. Some set up tents and a couple of the group grabbed berths in the new hut which is very posh. The member looking for Swedish women was able to grab a choice position but no Swedish women were around. However, there was a Dutch girl there who was very unprepared and inexperienced. Some of the group gave her advice and help and Andrew took her under his wing. In the meantime a severe cold weather alert was announced by the park ranger as a weather front was heading through Tasmania.
 The rain that started off the day had let up but the weather looked a bit adverse so only a small group went off to scale Barn Bluff. That evening there was a beautiful sunset with the sun lighting up the clouds from underneath as they swirled around Barn Bluff. Then the weather closed in and it rained all night and into the next day. The wind was so strong that one of the tents blew down due to a snapped pole.
-The group broke early and left the huts after providing guidance to the Dutch girl on how to reach civilization. Due to the heavy rain, the group marched quicktime to Cradle Mountain stopping for a break only when they reached Kitchen Hut. This emergency hut was crowded with four Canadian tourists who had stayed the previous night. They said that they were experienced bushwalkers but they obviously were not. Jan's husband, Peter, met us at the hut after a quick walk in from the northern entrance of the Overland Track. After a break and eating up what snacks were left, the group left. Several went to climb Cradle Mountain while the rest headed on in to Waldheim. At Waldheim, Peter was kind enough to pick up and drop people off at the Cradle Mt. Lodge where they could eat while waiting for the Tasmanian Wilderness Travel bus to come. The Lodge is very posh and part of the group enjoyed the food at the bar next to a roaring fire.
+The group broke early and left the huts after providing guidance to the Dutch girl on how to reach civilization. Due to the heavy rain, the group marched quicktime to Cradle Mountain stopping for a break only when they reached Kitchener Hut. This emergency hut was crowded with four Canadian tourists who had stayed the previous night. They said that they were experienced bushwalkers but they obviously were not. Jan's husband, Peter, met us at the hut after a quick walk in from the northern entrance of the Overland Track. After a break and eating up what snacks were left, the group left. Several went to climb Cradle Mountain while the rest headed on in to Waldheim. At Waldheim, Peter was kind enough to pick up and drop people off at the Cradle Mt Lodge where they could eat while waiting for the Tasmanian Wilderness Travel bus to come. The Lodge is very posh and part of the group enjoyed the food at the bar next to a roaring fire.
 Everyone in the group made it successfully to the Lodge and caught the bus to Launceston. Along the way, there was a stop at Sheffield where the walls on the buildings are painted and decorated with historic scenes. At Launceston everyone settled into the Backpackers inn. However, there were no Swedish girls there and I tried to cheer up the guy with some more mock Swedish. The group met up with Lynne and went off to dinner at an Irish pub with excellent food and everyone had a good time. The next day, after a bit of a ramble through Launceston in the rain, hunting for souvenirs, we headed back to Sydney after an another enjoyable Tasmanian trip.