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 Alex Colley
-One new member, Roy Craggs, was welcomed by the President at the start of the meting, and after that, routine business was soon disposed of.
+One new member, Roy Craggs, was welcomed by the President at the start of the meeting, and after that, routine business was soon disposed of.
-From the Walks Secretary we learned of the hazards that had beset walkers during October. Jack Perry's party from Kanangra had considerable difficulty in crossing the Cox. On Bill Rodger' s trip from Picton to Hilltop nothing worse than rain was encountered, but David Ingram bad been unable to cross the Georges River on his Sunday walk and had had to cut out part of it as a result. Only 26 members had ventured on official walks, together with 12 prospectives and 2 visitors.
+From the Walks Secretary we learned of the hazards that had beset walkers during October. Jack Perry's party from Kanangra had considerable difficulty in crossing the Cox. On Bill Rodger's trip from Picton to Hilltop nothing worse than rain was encountered, but David Ingram had been unable to cross the Georges River on his Sunday walk and had had to cut out part of it as a result. Only 26 members had ventured on official walks, together with 12 prospectives and 2 visitors.
 Room stewards who volunteered for the month were Brian Harvey, Len Young and Bill Ketas.
-The President drew attention to the fact that, whereas we formerly had only one ash-brag (reserved for Mr. Knightley), we had now, thanks to Jack Wren, a plentiful supply, which would be placed, and,he ventured to hope, replaced, near the door.
+The President drew attention to the fact that, whereas we formerly had only one ash tray (reserved for Mr. Knightley), we had now, thanks to Jack Wren, a plentiful supply, which would be placed, and, he ventured to hope, replaced, near the door.
-The President again told us that several t- -w Club officers, including a Secretary and Assistant Secretary would be required next year.
-The meeting then embarked upon a prolonged is cus sion as to whether we should mis-spell the Club's rime in the 'phone book for the benefit of prospective prospectives. It was generally agreed that anyone silly enough to want to go bushwalking might find us under "Bushwalkers" (one word) but would be flummoxed if we qo peared under "Bush Walkers" (two words). It was decided (with three dissentients) that we should appear under "Bushwalkers", Brian Harvey informed us that we were now listed in the Pink Pages, next to "Clubs Coursing and Kennel", under the7grouping "Clubs Bushwalking".
-Frank Ashdown then brought up the subject of free nights on the Social Programme. Half the nights on the programme were free, he said, and he wanted to know who decided that so many free nights should be placed on the programme. Edna Garrad explained that, in addition to Committee nights, now called free nights, it was Committee's policy to provide two free nights, which, after careful consideration, were usually placed on the programme at times when the math era would probably want to discuss plans for trips - i e. before holiday breaks. It was hoped more time for conversation would help to promote social activity. In December and January there were so many on holidays that there was no purpose in arranging any special activity on some nights. A number spoke against the motion, which eventually emerged as a resolution that the general meeting should determine the number of free nights. Colin Putt was dubious of the mathematics of determining the number of free nights by a "yes-no" system of voting. Jim Hooper said that the purpose of the Club was to talk. Frank, in reply, said that he meant no reflection on Edna, btt he thought the Club should say what it wanted. The motion was put, and lost.
-Complaints were voiced by Ron Knightley - that there was too much formality at meetings - and by Snow Brown - that somebody had placed all the spare Club song -books under his bed. It transpired that what was wanted was someone to bind the songbooks and, at Kath Brown' $ suggestion, it was decided to enlist the aid of Malcolm McGregor. Kath offered to help, so as to have the songbooks, which had entailed so much work, available to members. The meeting closed about 9.30 p m. when members moved across Pitt Street to the "Satellite" and went right on talking.
-====== Yengo ======
+The President again told us that several new Club officers, including a Secretary and Assistant Secretary would be required next year.
-Jim Brown
+The meeting then embarked upon a prolonged discussion as to whether we should mis-spell the Club's name in the 'phone book for the benefit of prospective prospectives. It was generally agreed that anyone silly enough to want to go bushwalking might find us under "Bushwalkers" (one word) but would be flummoxed if we appeared under "Bush Walkers" (two words). It was decided (with three dissentients) that we should appear under "Bushwalkers". Brian Harvey informed us that we were now listed in the Pink Pages, next to "Clubs Coursing and Kennel", under the7grouping "Clubs Bushwalking".
-A full two years before - yes, exactly two years to the very weekend - in the goodly company of Binnsie and The Admiral, I set out to reach Big Yengo.
+Frank Ashdown then brought up the subject of free nights on the Social Programme. Half the nights on the programme were free, he said, and he wanted to know who decided that so many free nights should be placed on the programme. Edna Garrad explained that, in addition to Committee nights, now called free nights, it was Committee's policy to provide two free nights, which, after careful consideration, were usually placed on the programme at times when the members would probably want to discuss plans for trips - i.e. before holiday breaks. It was hoped more time for conversation would help to promote social activity. In December and January there were so many on holidays that there was no purpose in arranging any special activity on some nights. A number spoke against the motion, which eventually emerged as a resolution that the general meeting should determine the number of free nights. Colin Putt was dubious of the mathematics of determining the number of free nights by a "yes-no" system of voting. Jim Hooper said that the purpose of the Club was to talk. Frank, in reply, said that he meant no reflection on Edna, but he thought the Club should say what it wanted. The motion was put, and lost.
-The story of that ill-omened journey has been told before. It rained and rained and rained and we never left the car. It was, I considered All Hooper's Fault.
+Complaints were voiced by Ron Knightley - that there was too much formality at meetings - and by Snow Brown - that somebody had placed all the spare Club songbooks under his bed. It transpired that what was wanted was someone to bind the songbooks and, at Kath Brown's suggestion, it was decided to enlist the aid of Malcolm McGregor. Kath offered to help, so as to have the songbooks, which had entailed so much work, available to members. The meeting closed about 9.30 p.m. when members moved across Pitt Street to the "Satellite" and went right on talking.
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+===== Yengo. =====
+Jim Brown
+A full two years before - yes, exactly two years to the very weekend - in the goodly company of Binnsie and The Admiral, I set out to reach Big Yengo. The story of that ill-omened journey has been told before. It rained and rained and rained and we never left the car. It was, I considered All Hooper's Fault.
 What, you don't know where Yengo is? Then you have never walked in that peculiar country north and east of the Colo River because from every high point you can see the big table-topped basalt mountain towering far above the flanking ridges, and although Yengo is only 2,200' in height, it dominates by a full thousand feet everything for miles around. Approximately west of Newcastle, and perhaps thirty miles inland, it lies just east of the MacDonald River, not far off the road that runs from Windsor to Singleton by way of Central Colo and Putty. If you want more data, have a look at the map in the Club collection called Mount Yengo.
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 To my mind there are two logical approaches to the mountain. One is via the Putty Road mentioned heretofore: and the other is by the stock route that travels west from the Old Northern Road near Wollombi, and eventually ends on the grassy shoulders of the mountain. The latter is the easier, but longer, so I elected to go via the Putty Road - MacDonald River route.
-After the publication of my confessions of the previous abortive jaunt, Dorothy Lawry sent me from New Zealand an account of a trip to Yengo in company with other S.B.W. members, back in the 1930's. It made me wonder whether I had been optimistic in hoping to get to and from the mountain in the limited space of a normal two day weekend. However, there was the counter evidence of the map. It was only eight miles down the Macdonald River from the road bridge, then about three miles of ridge involving an ascent of maybe 1,700' Surely the Macdonall River couldn't be worse than mile an hour going.
+After the publication of my confessions of the previous abortive jaunt, Dorothy Lawry sent me from New Zealand an account of a trip to Yengo in company with other S.B.W. members, back in the 1930's. It made me wonder whether I had been optimistic in hoping to get to and from the mountain in the limited space of a normal two day weekend. However, there was the counter evidence of the map. It was only eight miles down the Macdonald River from the road bridge, then about three miles of ridge involving an ascent of maybe 1,700'. Surely the Macdonald River couldn't be worse than mile an hour going.
-It's grimly cold at 5.0 a m. on an August morning, and in the hollows along the road to Windsor the headlights bounced back off pockets of mist; it was very soupy in the Hawkesbury Valley, and the three miles from Windsor to Wilberforce were made miserable by the dazzle from headlights of a following car, but once I was rising on to the ridges between Wilberforce and Central Colo, the air cleared and there was promise of a lovely late winter's day.
+It's grimly cold at 5.0 a.m. on an August morning, and in the hollows along the road to Windsor the headlights bounced back off pockets of mist: it was very soupy in the Hawkesbury Valley, and the three miles from Windsor to Wilberforce were made miserable by the dazzle from headlights of a following car, but once I was rising on to the ridges between Wilberforce and Central Colo, the air cleared and there was promise of a lovely late winter's day.
 The Colo was cold-black and smoky in the pearly morning light and there was heavy frost: my gloved hands were numb on the wheel up through Colo Heights, and then the sun came up and made the day brilliant. At seventy five miles from home I ran on to the gravel road, and at a hundred and three I crossed the Macdonald and stopped on the grassy patch at the roadside. A brief halt to drain the radiator and drink tea from a thermos flask, and at eight o'clock I wet my feet in the first numbing crossing of the river.
-The Macdonald at this point flows between grassy shores, with undulating slopes rising to timbered hills: the wattles were vivid against the wintry blue sky. Only two or three inches of water, rippling a sinuous course over the sandy bed, and seldom occupying more than half the width of the watercourse. For about an hour it was easy going: crossings were frequent but the open grassed banks a delight. My socks and sandshoes filled up with coarse river sand till there was no more space, and because the water was so cold I plodded along on feet that had real sensation.
+The Macdonald at this point flows between grassy shores, with undulating slopes rising to timbered hills: the wattles were vivid against the wintry blue sky. Only two or three inches of water, rippling a sinuous course over the sandy bed, and seldom occupying more than half the width of the watercourse. For about an hour it was easy going: crossings were frequent but the open grassed banks a delight. My socks and sandshoes filled up with coarse river sand till there was no more space, and because the water was so cold I plodded along on feet that had no real sensation.
 Almost three miles down from the road, the river changes. I still can't be sure whether it changes rapidly or by degrees: I know that I suddenly realised that I was more often on the sand of the river bed (and frequently splashing down the shallow stream) than on dry banks. A little further on, with the shores becoming less hospitable, rock strewn and grown with patches of dense shrubbery, I gave away all pretence of trying to follow the banks, and simply splashed down the river. It was very shallow,  and only rarely did one sink above the ankle in sand, but it was bitterly cold, and my feet and legs remained a fragile purple tint all morning.
-At. 10 a m., at the junction of Howes Valley Creek I decided I was a fool to keep my shoes and socks on, so wrung them out and put them on my pack, and went on barefoot it was much better, and I continued to make 1 miles an hour down the middle of Macdonald River, passing Pipeclay Creek, Yokey Creek, and, finally coming at midday to Yokey Swamp Creek, All the way from Howes Valley Creek the Macdonald passes
+At 10 a.m., at the junction of Howes Valley Creek I decided I was a fool to keep my shoes and socks on, so wrung them out and put them on my pack, and went on barefoot: it was much better, and I continued to make 1 miles an hour down the middle of Macdonald River, passing Pipeclay Creek, Yokey Creek, and finally coming at midday to Yokey Swamp Creek. All the way from Howes Valley Creek the Macdonald passes through a shallow but quite rough valley with good enough river-bed walking, but rough, slow banks if you want to go dry-shod.
-through a shallow but quite rough valley with good enough river-bed walking, but rough, slow banks if you want to go dry-shod.
-I lunched opposite the outflow of Yokey Swamp, left some non-essential gear wrapped in a groundsheet, put on footwear again, and at 1.30 started up the ridge to the east. A few rocky ledges and some thick vegetation slowed me down at first, but within 15 minutes the ridge was clear ahead, and in just over half an hour I breasted a rise where the spur flattened out: there she was - off to my left and ahead -
+I lunched opposite the outflow of Yokey Swamp, left some non-essential gear wrapped in a groundsheet, put on footwear again, and at 1.30 started up the ridge to the east. A few rocky ledges and some thick vegetation slowed me down at first, but within 15 minutes the ridge was clear ahead, and in just over half an hour I breasted a rise where the spur flattened out: there she was - off to my left and ahead - Big Yengo, a thousand feet up, with steep grassy shoulders crouched in a lazy sleep of golden afternoon.
-Big Yengo, a thousand feet up, with steep grassy shoulders crotched in a lazy sleep of golden afternoon.
-For twenty minutes or so the ridge was almost flat, then the forest thinned cut, and I was puffing at the steady incline. Whenever I stopped to get my wind (and that was often) I found the horizon widening, and long before I reached the summit trig I was looking to Kurrajong Heights (and was it Mount King George?) in the south and south west, to the other big basalt tops of Tyan Pic, Uraterer, Coricudgy, Monundilla in the west, and away, away to the clear blue towers of Barrington in the north.
+For twenty minutes or so the ridge was almost flat, then the forest thinned out, and I was puffing at the steady incline. Whenever I stopped to get my wind (and that was often) I found the horizon widening, and long before I reached the summit trig I was looking to Kurrajong Heights (and was it Mount King George?) in the south and south west, to the other big basalt tops of Tyan Pic, Uraterer, Coricudgy, Monundilla in the west, and away, away to the clear blue towers of Barrington in the north. From the top when I arrived at 3.0 p.m. I could glimpse the ocean, but found the views of known ground to the west so enthralling I forgot to try to identify any easterly landmark: it must have been there, but I can't even recall seeing Mount Warramolong, inland from Morisset. No wonder, I thought, no wonder Yengo crowds the skyline when you look at him from, say, over there.
-From the top when I arrived at 3.0 p m. I could glimpse the ocean, but found the views of known ground to the west so enthralling I forgot to try to identify any easterly landmark: it must have been there, but I can't even. recall seeing Mount Warramolong, inland from Morisset. No wonder, I thought, no wonder Yengo crowds the skyline when you look at him from, say, over then.
 Just before four o'clock I left the top: rather reluctantly, I left it, wondering if I'd carried up enough gear to camp overnight, and deciding that I couldn't camp without water, and the only promising gully was too far down.
-The short winter day closed down as I camped in an abominable place on sand: that's all you can find, on that part of the Macdonald. Just as well the night was mild. Frosty sand would make a shocking bed, even with the thin sprinkling of dry leaves and bracken I raked up.
+The short winter day closed down as I camped in an abominable place on sand: that's all you can find on that part of the Macdonald. Just as well the night was mild. Frosty sand would make a shocking bed, even with the thin sprinkling of dry leaves and bracken I raked up.
+Came the brilliant Sunday morning, and I decided my feet were too sand-papered to do an __upstream__ canter along the Macdonald, so I took to the ridges. Apart from a certain amount of navigational interest, they were undistinguished dry, barren looking spurs, but they served to bring me to the road, four miles south of the bridge, before 11.0 a.m. I wasn't inclined to cavil even at four miles of dusty roadbash: getting to Big Yengo was a warm and consoling sensation inside.
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+=== Sanitarium Health Food Shop and Vegetarian Cafe. ===
+Summer Camps!!
+There's nothing more suitable for summer camping than Sanitarium Foods!!
+Driet fruits for stewing, sultanas, raisins, nuts, rice, glace fruits, fruity confectionary, cereals, dried milk, healthful biscuits, peanut butter, marmite.
+Hunter St. Sydney. BW1725.
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+=== N.P.A. Publications. ===
+"Barrington North" map to extend the Ordinance Maps of Barrington and Gloucester Tops - From Paddy Pallin & Robinson's. 4/-.
+"The National Parks of Queensland" by the Q.N.P.A. - From Allen Strom. 3/6d.
+Recently reprinted and again available from bookshops - "Native Australian Plants - Their Propagation and Cultivation". - A.M. Blombery.
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+=== Hurrah for the Waggs... ===
-Came the brilliant Sunday morning, and I decided my feet were too sand-papered to do an upstream canter along the Macdonald, so I took to the ridges. Apart from a certain amount of navigational it they were undistinguished dry, barren looking spurs, but they served to bring me to the road, from miles south of the bridge, before 11.0 a m. I wasn't inclined to cavil even at four miles of dusty roadbash: getting to Big Yengo was a warm and consoling sensation inside.
+who have moved into their new home at Como. The angophora overharging the back verandah is to be fitted with a tarzan type rope which will take Geoffrey to the comparative safety of the bush in one leap.
+A horde of S.B.W's descended on them the other Saturday night, surrounded the house to prevent escape, and provided the doings for a house warming party.
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-to extend the Ordinance Maps of Barrington
+=== Stop Press!! ===
-- From Padd,y. Pallin & Robinson' 3 4/-
-Queensland" by the Q.N.PA,
--Fram Allen Strom 3/6d.
-N.P.A. PUBLICATIONS.
-liBarrington Nor-W.1r ziap 8,nd Gloucester Tops.
-"The National Parks of
-Recently reprinted and again available from bookshops -
-"Native Australian Plant s - Their Propagation and Cultivation".
-- A.M, Blombery..
-HURRAH FOR THE INAGG3
-who have moved into their new home at Como. The angophora overharging the back verandah is to be fitted with a tarzan type rope ifthich will take Geoffrey- to the comparative safety of the bush in one leap.
-A horde of 5.13 W' s descended on than the other Saturday night, surrounded the house to prevent escape, and providel the doings fa' a house warming parby.
-STOP PRESS 1.
 New addition to the above household - One Son.
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-====== Fashion Parade ======
+===== Fashion Parade =====
 Clarice Morris