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A monthly bulletin-of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, The N.S.W. Nurses' Association Rooms, “Northcote Building”, Reiby Place, Sydney. Box No. 4476 G.P.O., Sydney. 'Phone JW1462.
|Editor||Don Matthews, 33 Pomona Street, Pennant Hills. WJ3514|
|Business Manager||Brian Harvey|
|Sales & Subs.||Eileen Taylor|
|Typed by||Jean Harvey|
|Inside Russia with Mouldy||Kath McKay||2|
|At Our October Meeting||Alex Colley||4|
|Blue Gum Working Bee||Jack Gentle||5|
|Angorawa Bitters||Stuart Brooks||5|
|This Was Canberra||“Taro”||8|
|Kowmung Cavalcade - Part II. Continuing “Through the Granite Gorges||Harry Savage||10|
|Extracts from Letters to the Editor||14|
|Wondabyne - Kariong - Koolewong||Reg. Meakins||15|
|A Year Ago||J. Bookluck||17|
|Hatswell's Taxi & Tourist Service||9|
Tell me not in mournful numbers
Everything is changed and new
And no steadfast thing encumbers
Man's disturbed and restless view.
Say not so in accents bitter;
Lo! where camping parties reign
All the old familiar litter
Lies as it has always lain.
Kingdoms fall and empires totter,
Creeds collapse and fashions fade,
But the trade-mark of the squatter
Still infests the bushland glade.
As the years flash by and flitter
Many things they re-arrange;
Life moves onward; only litter
Shows no earthly sign of change.
Thus in spite of all suspicions
Things are not so wholly black;
If you seek the old traditions,
Try the camping ground and track;
Roadside places all remind us
We can take our steadfast cue,
And, departing, leave behind us
Litter just like grandad knew.
(Lucia in “The Manchester Guardian”).
- Kath McKay.
£150 for a trip of fourteen days; three and a half hours' flying time from London. With these basic preliminaries over, hey presto! Mouldy in Moscow with a party of seventeen other distinguished travellers, architects, town-planners and the like.
In a far too brief two hours, Mouldy showed us slides giving fascinating glimpses of Moscow, Leningrad and Kiev, commented on them in his usual inimitable way, and answered the many questions put to him. There were Pictures of the airport; of the enormous modern hotel where the party stayed in Moscow; the onion-shaped golden domes of Czarist churches, now used as museums; the huge Bolshoi Theatre; (“There is a company touring now in Australia: would that not deplete the numbers?” asked Mouldy through an interpreter. Oh dear no, they had 64 principals on the ballet's permanent staff) the University; the Stadium, with every conceivable aid to sport. Indeed, attached to it were doctors, dentists, masseurs, gynecologists - everything needful.
We saw the Kremlin and the famous Red Square with the unending queue of people passing through the Mausoleum where the bodies of Lenin and Stalin lay in state. Once, said Mouldy, the tomb was hastily shut for a fortnight and rumour declared that Lenin's nose had dropped off and had to be replaced.
We were shown the Nevsky Prospekt and the beautiful water-vistas of Leningrad, built on a hundred islands. The numerous canals were of course frozen over in winter, but this was high summer with flowers and trees everywhere.
We saw the older dwellings of the ordinary people, wooden, humble, steep-roofed to foil the snow; and we saw the large blocks of modern flats which are the Soviet's answer to the housing problem. They were not very well finished but it was more important to accommodate people than to pamper them. Many more flats were built annually in Moscow than in the whole of Australia. Prefabrication was the solution. Enormous cranes lifted prefabricated walls into place, and in one case even the plumbing was included, with pipes sticking cut ready to be connected. A sensible arrangement was a council which met at the end of each year and inquired into the faults of flats already erected with a view to doing better next time. Flats ran into five storeys but there were no lifts.
We saw the markets and emporiums which were dull in the extreme. Tinned goods had plain labels with the names of their contents round the middle and nothing else. Why waste money on pictures? The government produced and marketed everything so there was no competition.
When their party first reached Russia, they thought they had never seen so many pregnant women. Then they saw a real one and realised that they had been mistaken as the ladies were the wrong shape. No foundation garments are worn in the U.S.S.R. so women are completely untrammelled. An institution that might well be copied by the Western World was the setting aside of a section in the Underground trains for cripples and pregnant women, so that they might always be sure of a seat. Women worked as street-cleaners and did much heavy work reserved for navvies in Australia.
We were told of the vast wealth of the Czars and of their fabulous jewels, now owned by The People. There were wonderful statues and more golden cupolas crowning the strange and bizarre architecture of pre-Soviet days (everything of any worth dated from Czarist times) and, chandeliers were a feature of interiors in even the post unlikely places, such as trains.
With his usual pertinacity, Mouldy succeeded in going over a Collective Farm, where tourists are not encouraged; and on his last afternoon, having been refused a permit to view as he could not give the requisite twenty-four hours' notice, took a taxi, unheralded and unhampered, to the University and saw all he wished to see.
The party also saw a church service in a village near Moscow where a venerable and heavily bearded priest still holds office. Religion is frowned on by the government so few of the present generation practise it; but grandparents, scandalised at children growing up in heather ways, take their grandchildren to church and instruct them in holy things.
Much much more Mouldy told us; and his conclusion was that he was glad he was not a Communist. If you were a Party member or a tourist, you could easily get a ticket to a theatre, otherwise you hadn't a hope. Similarly if you were a Party member you could travel outside Russia; if not, no. Oh yes, you could travel inside the Union if you had a good reason. It was a question of privilege, not of money. And if the government wanted room to expand, as it had decided to do near the University, a village of 300 soils was simply removed elsewhere and the land bulldozed. No question of compensation or of the rights of the Little Man.
No, we might have some grievances, but we were lucky to belong to the Free World.
- Alex Colley.
Four new mothers, Auriel Mitchell, Grace Rigg, Margaret Milson, and Ian Steven were welcomed by the President at the beginning of the meeting. It was left to Paddy Pallin to pin the badge on the fifth new member, Robert, Pallin, and welcome him into the club in the French manner. Whether the President will adopt this style of welcome remains to be seen.
In correspondence we learned that Federation had appointed a Tracks and Access Committee and, at Paddy's suggestion, we referred to the committee the problem of access to Kuringai Park around the brickworks at Terrey Hills.
Then there was news of another donation to Club Funds - no less than £50 from Fred Kennedy, with a suggestion that it might be used for a new typewriter. The President thanked Fred warmly for this generous gift.
John White told us of a working bee to be held on November 11th and 12th to clear the track above Lovett's Bay in Kuringgai Chase.
The Walks Secretary described a fairly active month's walking. Only four teams competed in the walking trial which was won by Brian Harding. The instructional walk led by Bob Godfrey was attended by 6 members and 12 prospectives. It had been “highly organised and comprehensive”. Brian Harvey's walk from the Koala Bear Sanctuary had been checked, but not stopped, by torrential rain, While Dave Ingram with 7 members and 9 prospectives round Gosford way and Jim Brown, with 5 members and 5 prospectives in the Glenbrook Creek - Oaks area had successful, though scratchy, walks. Wilf Hilder, on a trip down Victoria Falls encountered a determined wild goat which, however, knew its way round, because it turned back when shown a sign denoting the Grose River. With the help of a prospective, Wilf had built a temporary diversion dam to stop some of the erosion at Bluegum.
The President was moved by an incident on the Cox at 6-hour weekend to remind members of the necessity of keeping the party together. A party (not S.B.W.) had split, and the majority had spent all day looking for a small group that had gone ahead and reached the Cox at 10 a.m.
Ben Esgate told us of a T.V. talk in which Eric Baume deplored the costs of rescuing bushwalkers. It was decided to write a letter to the S.M.H. pointing out that the cost of rescuing bushwalkers was probably much less than that of hospitalising motorists or rescuing fishermen and that we had a search and rescue organisation of our own.
Wilf Hilder told us of the proposed construction of a new highway from Mittagong to Picton and of a road from White Dog to Gingera Ridge and Kanangra. Frank Ashdown announced that the much debated caving ladder was available to anyone who needed it, though its safety might, according to a critic, still be debatable.
With the election of room stewards the meeting drew to a close.
BLUE GUM WORKIITI Jeck Gentle. The mrki ng bee at Blue Gum was most successful. 13 members attended and cleared the area of tins and bottles etc., and buried same in suitable pits. This was carried out by the ladies Edna Stretton, Gladys Roberts, Kath Brown, Grace Rigg, Nan Bourke, Margaret Wilson and Denise Hull. The 120n. Paddy Bourke, Bill Bur'.eB, Ern French, Alan Round, Brian Harding, cut a 5 ft. diameter log in two places. This log was across the river and causing severe erosion of the Northern Bank opposite Govett's Leap Creek. Time did not permit cutting the log right through but as each cut is 18 inches wide quite a volume of water can pass through. The next workirf, bee in March will enable the job, to be completed. ' Our thanks must go to Rover 3couts of the 2nd Fairfield and 1st ardtbfield Groups for their valuable assistance in chopping logs and helping to strengthen a diversion wall of river stones. An amusing and embarrassing si d eli ght of the weekend was that in the heat of the day when some of the ladies were bathing, a party. of sma,11 scouts, identity unknOwn, appeared through the scrub and the girls suffered a prolonged and enforced immersion. ANGCRAWA BITTERS. Stuart Bro oks. Vide two statements. Baker: “The law One's are going to the Colo.” Colley: “You'll get through, but you won't enjoy it.” This epic really began with a group of twelve keen S.B..IAT. types huddled raund a pyjant clad woodcutter, poring over the map in torchlight, in the dark yard of a sawmill, far out on the Putty Road. The remaining three members of the Inrty, less takn with the joys of compass marching by night, were earnestly discussing tl-B -oftness of the ground in the sawmill yard, and the convenience of tank water for Ireparirg breakfast. Despite the -woodcutter's glooMy prediction S for those bent on cross country walki_ng (you'll git lorst fel, sure, or fall over a. 'cliff”) and the incessant Ivhiteant activities of a mincrity, the leader ha-d a last look at the- mai5, took a rapid compass bearing, bade the woodcutter adieu (yorta go by -the fire trail, tate“) ana bashed off into the night followed by eleven keen followers, and three othtecs cursing all advanced map reading aid particularly that dorp by night. 6. Forsaking all tralle, tracks ,m d. pads, our Bee, map in hand, pressed on, followed by his advising, stumbling, giggling a. compla (as the case taaz,r-b,0) band, along a ridge, dam its rocky side, across a. m.'?.rt-4-3., up another ridge, down its side, and thus, into a thickly wooded flat, complete 74?ith miniature stream. The remark, “this is just vhere we ranted to finish up” was passed Ilith a lea,&r 'a usual aplomb in the full knowledge of never having disclosed such L.,:formation previously. Mcrning saw the hard core map readers, Go4.-lfrw, Wren and Kenway, getting dovirfl to business withcut delay, with var,rizr, a-nrunts of interest from the others engaged in multifarious preparations for the mentz-A_ and plvsical labnurs shortly to follow. With final rites var.-the map concltded, and a promise cif morning' tea at eleven fresh in their ears, the party swooped off down the, creek and ere long arrive- ed at the much vaunted Angora-wa. Here, Nature had laid a cunning trap for intruders in the form of tangled lawyer vines, and blood soon flowed like promises from those -ctiose subs. are overdue. (Sorry - that plus by special request.) Despite vigorous machete work by the vanguard, iarogress was slow, and eleven o'clock came and went lith no respite for tea (“no time - behind schedule”). 'First fall' was passed abcut midday, and thereafter the valley was deeper and rockier, fighting through lawyer vines being replaced by clambering over boulders. A halt was called for lunch at a very pleasant spot there a small creek joined Angorawa.. Because of the slow, albeit strenuous, progress (about mile per hour) i-b was decided that the Colo would be a reasonable target for the day. (Audible comment “Oh brother !”) Bou lder hopping continued unabated for several holrs after lunch until the gorge deepened and became areal chasm in rock. The last three miles of Angoii-awa. Creek are really delightful, consisting of a series of waterfalls and deep pobls entrenched in solid rock. This was by far the most pleasant Walldng so far, but the elusiveness of the Colo(1-the map must be wrong”) , the stinging cuts, and the dragging feet were hardly conducive to the full anpreciation of the spectacle. *However, the Colo was finally reached Arcurri 5.30 p m.. and no one had to be restrained from pressing on 7,then it was a.).ecested that camp be made at tha junction; The Colo farms a large lalo at this spot, and despite the lack of fir trees, Indian canoes and cigar butts, was rather like a Canadian calendar scene. A few 1-nrc1y types were even enticed in for a swim, though the majority were more inclined to lick their wounds in front ef camp fires. It was clear that the day had taken a severe mental and physical toll, and the prospect of a further 10 miles along the steep roc14-4- sides of the Colo did not seem to laroduce the unconfined joy it thould. Wren was around soon after tea conducting his own private Gallup Poll on what to do, for the best. If the criginal Colo bash were to be abandoned, a suitable reason which would bear any future official scrutiny must be found. $11:Bre appeared to be fux credible excuses offering for discussion. 7. 1. Everyone had had river bashing, and th-6 thought of a further 10 miles (at 14. m p.h.) along the Colo was particularly repugnant. (This etcuse was really of in jocular vein, as no one would ever believe it. It, however, served as a form of entree for the real at to follow.) 2. We daould retrace our steps to search for Bill's pipe taich he's dropped Somewhere along'the creek. This four2 spine favour, but as Bill had since borrowed Wren's pipe, he wasn't as forceful in its promotion as one might expect. 3. We dlouid take the shortest possible rolfe out becAuse of Denise's strained ankle. This 'found wide support except from Denise, vho refused to be used as a scapegoat. 4. The ridges around the upper Angorama offered unlimited scope for advanced map reading. With a lot of fast talk by the hardcore failing to produce the unanimity SD essential for an official record, it was decided we would just go back anyway. With the urgency of the previous day dispelled, the stroll back up Angoraua Creek was really delightful. The previous day's lurch spot vas reached at about 4 p m. after a leisurely morning tea mith swim, and an even mor leisurely lunch. TIA Public Service types had by now regained confidence in their leader. On Monday morning, Bdb led the way straight up, out of Aigorawa Creek, and the tangle of ridges above, and map reading began in earnest. The fact that the sawmill was eventually located, via Drip.Rock (as per programme) dispelled any doubts the &believers may have had in the powers of the map and compass. The party dispersed in grdaps from the Sawmill, some to the Colo picnic - grounds, some direct to Windsor, each to remove the dust of the day according to his omn inclination. Summau: An Oscar to Bob for perserverance and dedication to his art. THE CHILDRENS' CHRISTMAS PARTY will be held on December 10th. The location will be the clearing at the site of the oId Ranger's cottage on Lady Carrington Drive about a. mile East of Waterfall Station. Ice Cream will be provided and a good day out is assured. 9.20 a m, train from Central Electric Station to Suthenand, where CHANGE for rail 0 motcr to Waterfall. 10.20 a m.Garie Bus Waterftllte site. Leader: Clan Hallstrom, -who doesn't get into the Club very often. Give him a ring at LB6495 - he at home most evenings. LLI_NNUAL,161THEEUSHCATALI. Copies are still available. Members Who do not come into the Club regularly may not be avare that thiS excellent magazine has been published again after 13 years. Secretary David Ingram has another parcel of the rngazires and will have them available far sale on each Wednesday night until Christmas. Edited tgrGeof Magg, and full of interest. THIS S CANBERRA. - “Taro”. Now that Canberra seems to be an established fact here is a peep at it in 1920. I was doing country advertising - and staying a few weeks in country towns gave me a chance to look around. 3o I went looking for Canberea one Sunday. This is part of a letter written home: “At this time the only building in Canberra was the power house, in great illimitable rolling plains”. One paje missing but we can carry on from here. It is a one day bike trip from Queanbev-an - seems I had tyre trouble, a storm had driven me to a lonely house. Here we go - “Blew out - another split - NO.6 - suspect tube is done, patched O.K. 4Pmli” Stayed there l hours, no one in the place. Had no tucker - as I meent to get home to dinner, say total - 50 miles. Rode off aLain - towards river - did a Dias, still no end of road, and still light rain. Got off - in doubt - no one in aibt, ah - a bloke right across paddock - send to be coming may way - waited. A Bushie - real unsophisticated kind - told him my tale - it was then 12.30 deCided to ride home. Said he - come back rith me - took me to the log hut - his place. I said I had waited there 1 hours. Then he DID rouse - “Why didn't I go in - light a fire - dig out some tucker etc'. - this is a FREE country”. He had had his tucker, but he set to, lit a big fire - fried eggs and dished me up bonza eggs “- cold meat - sauce - bread - jam - cakes and tea. Did I enjoy it, what! He had never been in Sydney, asked a lot of questions - was amazed - asked if I knew a bloke nazned Ryan - in SydrEy. He was a good sort anyway - and he made his place - 4e7' place. Still raining - but I set off to do 17 miles - had no coat - no nuffin - and the roads were a bi-b slushy - you can bet. Poor Bird (the bike), Doer saddle - poor chain) Which soon ran short of grease, and on hills, ground awful - on some, it went “blank on strike, had to get off and push. We - Bird and 1: got in an awful state, “I had faIlyi,1 sand and grnvel and toad all over me, from -front to back, and shirt, and hair and jigger-saddle had t.-;” on it and pounds under it. Once I got quite mucked up, I did not care - just plugged through it and-did the 17 in 1.20. But lor blimey, sach a spectacle. It had rained for 15 out-of the seventeen. Rode around to show the Boss. Then chucked buckets of water over the Bird. Then had a bath, trousers heavy as overcoat. Landlady grabbed them and shirt too - set to - washed them O.K. That's the sort of place I'm in. Felt bosker, mud and all, and none the lyorse. The water InS squirting out of boot toes at every push, but, 0, for a gear case. Terrible strain, for a chain to churn gravel and water. Had some thrilling slides in the 'wet roads when pacing, but kept up to it. If we are here next weekend I will take tucker and billy and do it again. - Well, there it is - a -day so long ago, d that sate Bird, still with original '07 bearings is carrying round every day - smooth as ever. 9. FOR ALL YOUR TRANSPORT FROM BIAMMATH CONTACT HATSWELLIS TAa & TOURIST SERVICE. RIM-, WRITE, WIR.E OR CALL _ANY HOUR - DAY OR NIGHT 'PHONE: Blackheath W459 br BOOKIM OFFICE: 4 doors from Gard mrs Inn Hotel (LOOK FOR THE NEON SIGN) SPE.= 5 or 8 PASSEIGER CARS. AVAILABLE LARGE OR SILL PARTIES CATERED FOR FARES: NANANGRA:WALLS 30/1- per head (minimum 5 passengers) PERRY LOOKDOWN ” ” ./1 IT 11 JENDLAN STATE FOREST 20/- “ ” It TI 'CARLON'S FARM 10/- “ ” IT “ ItiE WILL BE PLEASED TO QUOTE TRIPS OR SPECIAL PARTIES ON APPLICATION Here are a few more of the long Ago - -all in this same letter - and in the light of history - really amusing. Some car comment too! “Saw a Henderson Mobike in Coma, it did 108 M. in 3 hours. Is that good? This tam (Queanbeyan) is full of Lizzies - 1896 models - stacks of row and stacks of pace. Heard Hughes and federal members speak here - fowlhouse lot - awfu14r like a club council me eting and THEY are the heads:: Hughes: gee:: Quite layal meeting though - had 10 half washed kids armed with flags-which they waved -then Billy came in. So appropriate though. And a final note of social life. Saw Mary Pickford last night - bosker, caw home to big log fire - and Mrs. Gardiner -(the landlady) bad some onions -waiting in the ashes. Had 'em with batter – pepper, bread, tea, bosker: Glass 54. outside. My board was round about 22/6d. p.1s. Happy pre fission and comma days, when ignorance WAS bliss. I found it, very moving, living again in those dev-S in these pages. Compare the 100% sincerity and simplicily in that country chap, ray host, with the mountain of glamor and artificiality and swank without end amen - at another mountain of cost - Canberra today. Mat has a country gained then it loses that integrity. This chap was part of those illimitable hills, so blue, so green. And here is another odd echo of progress in Queanbeyan. At that time at Gardiner' s, the queen and wit of the merry, table was the 12-year daughter, a real bouncing 'buster and plump. As usual I ragged her, and once, quite baffled, she said “My gord, Mr. Tarr, don't you ever put your fingers in your ears - they'll get caught in the the els” 10. Fifteen years after, passing thrcugh I thought - are the Gardimr sstill about. Yes, a Miss Gardiner is in the big local store. After a few hitches finished upon first floor. Vast space filled with girls typing - could be the city. Encidry girl spoke, then walked away. Then came back with a Perfectly drcssed and innr nero,f4 lass, stranger to - but she put out her hand and said How is Mr. Tarr!!” Isn't “suspect tube is r.:',one” pricoless. I -o ins alwus a verra serious bloke. And what a picture of on exultant schoolboy of 41 tender, not bender, -rears. Where where where where where could you fire, ,-Inother Yrs. Gardiner today?:: And in all th se miles, met NOT OM vehicle - the passionate dream of every motorist today, KOMILTNG CAVALCADE - PART II. Conbi_m_nui “TIMOUGH TIE C-RliNITE GORGES” - Harry Savage (The S.B.VC..,FebruE.,ry 1933 Jenolan' Caves to rerranderie via Council Chambers Ck., the Hollanders, Tuglow and -Upper Kowmung Rivers. Camp was reached again a-b twos and a rather belated dinner partaken of, It then being too late in the day to continue our journey, we decided to stop overnight in Tuglow Hole and start off bright and early in the morning. For the- only time on the trip the sun was beaten cut of bed, and at six o'clock after a light breakfast we set off up the mountain side from Tuglow Hole. Seven o'clock found us blown and almost beaten; but on top. Shortly after reaching the top of the ridge Morong was sighted away on the left. It was a magnificent sight, but the marvellous beauty of these Falls is nob ar)-sarent unless close, as we were on the previau s day. The ridge fizzled right out about nine o'clock and left is faced with the alternative of climbing about nine hundred feet dawn into a ci-eok or stepping off what we thought to be a cliff. We took the creek and for two ho-i:t-s had the struggle of a lifetime, fighting and climbing through the almost iL,-penetrabl jungle undergrowth, to cover about one mile of country. The Kowraung was again entered at one of its most picturesque parts. For as fa:r as the eye could see, above nnd below, the river poured over tho everlasting granite in cascade after cascade, now steady, now boiling, but ever worldrfL, Onward tough a beautiful avenue of Casuarina trees, the first that had been seen Cu the trip. After lunch and a good long spell we started off again, and then the fun began.. Our last way out being left behind, the river began to play with us. It was very amusing for a little while; very - climbing up smooth slippery granite slopes anything up to fifty feet high and then hauling the Tiacks up on the rope, swinging round corners on the rope like trained steeple jacks, hopping down the river on gian-, stepping stones, occasionally slipping in, crossing, wading, climbing, jumping and then commeming the sequence afresh. That was all right for the firs', mile or so, but then it got past a joke altogether. High concave walls drove us up for about ,a hundred feet to find that it was practically impossible to get dawn again; than up again, Up a steep granite slide, 11. I went up first using toes, fingers, knees and ankles. Next step was to climb round the cliff face through a forest of prickly shrubs before a descent was possible down a giant's staircase in the shape of a granite waterdour-Se. Although back in the river once more the gorge was still impassable and another climb out was necessary up a severe cleft in the gorge face itself. This last effort was required to dodge a piece of riverhabout five yards long. The next sight almost justified the effort. The river divided round an immence granite island in the river, farming again in a large rock.-bound pool by way of miniature waterfalls, only to split again and join farther downstream. It vas well after four before we struck anything resembling a camp site in any'shapel form or deScription. “Then one cyuld hardly call it a camp site. It was low; dangerously low; well below flood or even high water level. It was bounded by of granite on three sides, and faced a forty foot waterfall in the Kong on tYle other. There was just enough roam to pitch the small tent and to light a fire, but as we had no intention of sleeping in a tree it had to do. Just before dark I climbed round the bend in the river to see if perhaps fate, after buffeting us a's it had done, had in any way relented and given us somewhere decent to sleep. It was wasted effort, all I found was a sheer rock wall aboUt a hundred feet high bounding the waterPal. Morning found as without ally idea of a plan for getting past the waterfall which completely blocked our passage, and we wound up by making a moa-t diffiault detour which took over an hour to complete -and carried us about another forty yards downstream: In another two and a half hours we were approximately a mile farther down and completely baulked by Sheer walls and” about thirty feet of water in the river. This is the dead end of the granite proper and through the cleftthat the river uses to escape could be seen clear country, without a Sign of a granite outcrop in it. There was no alternative, it was a case of up and over. The left left hand side was tackled for no other reason than that the Boyd Range was on that sides and in case of being forced out perhaps we could scale the range which was about three' thousand feet above the river level. The first five hundred feet was sheer murders climbing up a steep granite watercourse filled with loose slimy rocks, giant, jungle vines, treacherous dlematis, nettles and black thistles. Then it became mcessa-nr-to leave the matercourse and zig-zag to the top - a thousand feet above the river. We had a waterless lunch on the top and were most cordially entertained by the local blowflies and bull ants. Finding it impossible to make the Boyd Range we set off around the foothille, but were again for down into the river shortly after passing Hanrahan's Creek, a strong Stream which flows off the Boyd Plateau, and enters the Kowmung just short of Misery Ridge. Checking up it was discovered that we were about four hundred yards downstream from the Last gorge and it had taken us three hours and a climb up and dawn of about a thousand feet to do it. The country opened out rather well and about another four miles was made before camping for the night on another rotten campsite just above the river level. At six a m, we rolled out of bed on what me hoped was going to be the day of the trip. Setting”off we found the going to be more than peculiar - sometimes oVer nice green sward, then up and over big rocks and bluffs, through dense undergrowth, across the river and then back again, always expecting to find Larriganis Clieek, our way out to civilisation, at the next bend; and never finding it. At noon we struck the moat disconcerting point, of the day - an absolutely impassable gorge of white slippery granite. Thete was one way - up and over - up the steep dangerous hillside through tangledundergrouth, nettles and thistles. It was 12. torture to en extreme. Just before one o 'clock we made the other side completely exhausted. After lunch ti-1.6 journey was resumed an nt ten past four, after a most strenuous afternoon, D'Innig,,–.)n'S-Creek was reached. The 1P, st night out was spent at Billy's Point Hole on the fir st bend past LannigPn's. Bed was sought early that evening for we were nearly all in. But =_lthough tired out we were happy, for having come through the roughest and toughest part of the mountains we were nearly Imocking at the back door of civilisation after nine strenuous nerve-racking days. The last day proved to be the hardest of all. The heat of tl-E ,sun evc4-1 at the early hour of six was unbearable. Our fir st view of Yerranderie was gained from the -6add1e above the coasemi oh the range overlookLng the Tonalli River. Another three quarters of an hour brought us to the journey's end, friends and Yerranderie - a Mecca in a wilderness, I have heard this said of the Kowmung country - “the good Lord made a clerical error -when measuring up the surface of the globe and as this is the Last part He ever made, He had to stare i-b up on end to save wasting it.” It'll do inc for a definition. TE Hisroa OF THE ICTIMUNG- -WILL CONTINUE NEXT 1,1DNrH. CHRISTMAS CARDS FOR 1961. - This year's card shows, in colour coastal scenery in The Royal ht.:Ai:mai Park (from the original by Helen Barrett). Price 1/3d. each. 10/- for 8. 15/- for 12. Also available are some of last year' s card:of Mt. durrockbilly. Please, your friends and help publicise the work of. the National Parks ssoci ation. A RUGGED TRIP FOR BUOYANT WALKS. DECEMBER 1-2-3 Whalan's Hut Morong Falls - Kormung Gorge (Morong Deep Bard Range - Whalan's Hut. If you have read “Kawmung Cavalcade” (Part I in the October S.B.11V., Part II in this issue) you'll have some idea of the grand gorge scenery; and the countless cascades and waterfalls, and you'll have some clues on the modern way of doing the Kowmung Here's your chance to try it. Starters must be able to swim. Packs should be light and waterproofed, preferably with an inner bag. See Leader Will Hilder for farther details, and for transport arrangements. Maps: Myles DUnphy's Ka_.nangra Tops and Environs and The Blue Mountains and Burragorang Tourist Map. Extracted from our files September, 1961 :- “I an writing to report on nry experiences with the Golden Era three (3) man tent I used recently in the snow. “I climbed the ridge that runs off Mt. Piper above the gap and pitched the tent in a north-south direction on the eastern fall just on the tree line. I selected a spot Slightly dlevnted but with a mind break of guns and hung the tent on a nylon rope between two trees on four feet of snow. Using dead timber I staked the tent out and buried the walls Launder the snow leaving the roof portion about 6”' clear of the snow surface at the eyelets. In a strong wind I double staked and also Stayed the suspending rope against the pressure from the vest. The rent remained secure in heavy gusts ind with the flaps at both ends tied, no flow of air Passed through the tent. I stayed four days in this spot with temperatures varying from 25 to 36. “I found the small pnimus a most valuable part of my equipment. With-all the disturbance outside the flamebf the stove burnee without a flicker. I took careful notice of the effect of the btovon the tempeeature and faXnd that the tempe-rature inside measured at the far end of the tent rose one degree per mimate up to 500 “It was a strange feeling to lie in comparative peace inside a small canopy of fabric while outside the mind roared across the frozen ridge. “Altogether I spent a vnrywonderful six days. The isolation, but with it the sense of fellowship with the simple rugged beauty, was a great tonic. Each evening I returned to my mountain top abode feeling it was home.” tS”. , N ; UI We like this kind of appreciation and trust that you will find it inte e a oo can re A 15 sb PALLIN Ltd, Pty. Lightweight Camp Gear 201 CASTLEREAGH St SYDNEY _ B102685 a …,..nor DE 04000,, 14. EXTRACTS FROM LETTERS TO THE EDITCR. DMA COLLEC Dear Sir, It seems, reading Allen Strom's letter in las-b month's magazine, that we selfish bushwallr s have exhibited bad taste and ignorance in opposing roads and buildings in a natural park. I am neither won nor influenced by these views. My impression of bu shwalkers in our 'club is that they nre both well: nforted and logical; but Allen. is one of us, and he is entitled to his opinion It i s my impression that a surpring number of bushWalkers take a: continuing interest in-conservtition, and that a very big propnrtiqn of leading. 'conservatiorlsts are drawn from their ranks. We are accused of wanting to that parks can only be enjoyed by If the people have to step out of are being “excluded”. I suppose have to be air-conditioned befo:re”push the public* out of the parks”. I gather the people when'7- (-)a,c-is, ,andu -b. ildings are provided. their cars, of come out from under a. roof, they i-b won't be long before both cars and buildings anyone can “enjoy” nature in the parks. I believe that it has always been the opinion of most tu sh-walkes, in our club at least., that some areas should be left in a primitive, or natural, state. All the best scenic attractiona, from Coolangatta to KosCiusko and from Bondi to Bourke are roaded and built upon, and are within easy motoring distance of hotels and.. motels. Only small remnanbs remain free of roads and buildings, and some of these are in that con,dition only because bushwalkers have fought to leep them so. They are sought by the tourist only because they are as yet unspoiled. Bouddi is a perfect example. The description “natural” is not “redundant” those -bushwalkers who -worked for its reservation. To keep this beautiful spot natural was the sole purpose of their efforts, and they were not adc iicted to bad taste or ignorance. Bouddi is now the last undeveloped coastal area in a. sea of subdivislons. Arvone can see it as it i s, and walk through it in about half an hair if they wart to. Why must a road and building be -placed in the middle of it? .. 'Whether it is the Domain, the Botanic Gardens, _National :Park, Bouddi or Bong Bong, riature falls flat before the almighty automObile'. Roads tear through the bush and gash the hillsides.. They will be lird with beer bottles. and old mattresses, and they will leEA to nice big buildir_rs with all Mod cons. . .1 T and FROM CUE HALLSTROM. . i..BushwalliBrs 1inow of old that most motr i'itts are only too interested in following a. road irre speCti ve of where. i4/.. rrnP,77 lead., as 7_ong as the scenery passed has satisfied a certain exploring ego.. “On reaching an advantage points-iriiespective of whether it is well within the borders of a reserve or on the out siQrts, little respect is forthcoming because thei-e has never been the training the sai rb as a Bush -walker is given in his , initial stages as a prospective member. 15. - No or Itith any sound reasoning would suggest that ap-torists be deprived of – enjoying the beauty and peace-fulness of the bush: but or does object to the litter that is strewn around by them vrith absolutely no care of what damage might be caused by carelessly lighting fires and leaving tl-IBm unattended or participating in sheer vandalism for the want of passing the time away. ….. I feel sure that L.Tra, Ding eldei, Icao-wirg him to have been a lover of the bush in its primitive state, would not permit any form of structure to be built on his behalf, to be turned into a mockery by pe_ople devoid of bush sense to transform the site into an untidy vandalised disgraceful state. It is true that National Reserves belong to the general public bnd from what is seen of the behaviour of the general public in the past, the honorary ranger have no end of trouble in effecting law and order. Bushwalkim Movement has accomplished a great deal of success in the past 3rears in enticing the Governments of the day to implement legislation for more National Parks and Reserves that the no ed of the Nation be met, and at no time could it be said that the Bushwalkers in the main were selfida in wanting these same parks for themselves. TiTONDAFINE EARIONG KOOLMONG. Sunday. 30th July, 196.1. - Reg Meakins. Starters: Kath. Brown, Beverly Clark, Auri el mitchellirGrace Rigg, Bill Rowlands* and Reg Meakins (Leader). The party travelled 'on the 8.15 'a m.-train- from Central. Later in the-year, when the days are longer, the 9.55 a m.–tran would be suitable, as the journey to Wornabyne is only an hall' and a quarter. From Wondabym, it is an easy climb to the top of the main ridge, about 500 ft., with traces of an old track. At the top of the ridge there is a good track leading North towards Ht. Kariongo with fine vie' ws of Mooney Creek, Brisbane Water and the Pacific 'Ocean. After about valet the track turns East for about 71- miles. The present party followed the track, but an interesting variation at this-point muld be to continue Ncrth along the top ofthe main ridge and then Eastwards on to Mt. Kariong. The best water supply on this trip is a stream vhich is crossed about a mile before the track reaches Mt, Kariorg and the party had an early lunch at this spot. After lunch, we explcred a little wag' down this delightful stream, then continued along the track to the place where it is close beside Mb. Kariong. Heiie we left the packs and climbed “IV through thick scrub. The top (823 feet) is overgrown and the best views are from rock ledges on the slopes. There is a club rifle ran-7e on the Ncrth side of Mt. Kariong and although-this is not usually used on Surrlays it is desirable to check with Mr. Harry Monk (Woy Woy 234) befcre planning this walk. 16. From Mt. Kariong we continued North East and East along the tr-5,ck, and then North along the Woy Woy Road for about a mile. Fr OM here. to the Lyre Trig (795 feet) it is only a thcrt distance bit there are some thick groves of Hakea Acicularis be negotiated. The ridges from Lyre to the Tascott-Koolewong Road are easy going and fran Tascott to Koolewong there is a pleasant old earth road (about :tenth class) on the Western side at' the railway Um. During the trip the party showed considerable interest in the wild flowers, and greatly enjoyed the- fire displays of Boronia ledifolia. and many of the heath” family. Some Eriostemon shrubs were just beginning to flower, and a few. Small specimens of Native Rose Bomnia were observed. Da WALKS. NOVVBER. 19 Coalcliff Stairwell Tops - Kelly's Falls - Otford Werong Bulgo - fibford. 13 miles. Plenty of ups and downs on this walk, which explores part of the Illawarr- a Coastal Ranges axd come s -out on to -the Coast before returning to Otford. 8.38 a m. Wollongong train from Sydry Steam Station to Coalcliff. Ticlets.: Coalcliff Return at 12/3d. Map: Part Hacking Tourist* Leader: _Jim Brown. NOVIEER 26 Lilyvale - Burning Palms - Otford. 8 miles. An-excellent Summertime outir3g, and there's bound to be time for sUrfing at Burning Palms. So rre lovely forest in the 'Garrawarra Primitive Area. 8.38 a m. Wollongong train frog 4rdrBy Steam Station to Lilyvale. Tickets: Oatford Return at, 6/.8d .but alight at Lilyvale. Map; Port Hacking Tourist., Leader: Irene Pridham. DECEMBER 3 Heat,hcote - Heathcate Creek - Waterfall.” - 8 miles. An -ea* walk passing several gdod 'swimming' holes, particulairly at Moorabinda and Kingfisher Pools. I The leader proposed to have tea out before catching the train home from-Waterfall.* 8.50 a m. Cronulla train from Certral-Electric Statfont to Sutherland* CHIME there for rail- motor.“ to Heathcote.” 7, Tickets; Waterfall Return at 5/9d*, but “alight at Heath cote. Map: Pant Hacking Tourist. or Camden.1/11.1.itary. Leader:- jack Gentle.-
DECEMBER 10 Waterfall - Kangaroo Creek - Heathcote. 8rni1.es. Last week's Walk explored t1i,s district but, on the Western Side of the railway line. This walk tralierdes couitry to the East 'of the railway line in the Royal Natio-nal Park. Pleasant :walking and fairly ear going. Transport arrangements are exactly the same as last week, except that you alight at Waterfall. Ticlet s Waterfall- Return at 5/9d.. Map; Port Hacking -Toutiest. leader: Dick Child. A YEAR AGO. John Bookluck. Blood rushed to my head. Flushed I strairBd up the rocky side cut of Galong Creek. Each step dragged. Sweat gathered and the shoulder straps cut deep into the muscles. I sought relief by trying to ease them off the shoulders. There was nom. The climb up seemed endle as. The top alveys turned out to be a shelf. Was there a top? To get there I must plod on to where relief and success lie. I wasn't over enthusiastic for its rewards at the Dresent. A look to the right convinced me there was ro great hurry. Driune to any sticks or stoma protruding lay a prospective stretched out flat. Success can wait, and I sank on to good earth to join him. “You won't bring your sluicing Pan and geology hammer in future?” I queried. He didn't answer but kept staring blankly into space. Being a prospective couldn't have word erfu.1 thoughts like us members this is my iasr walk. Then my thcu&hts drifted what could I leave behind? I remember asking that question long before going overseas. The answer is still the same; tiothing. If only gravity could be reversed I thought. How unlikely and yet a year ago it was. Then I was seriously contemplating putting rocks into the rucksack nature never compromises. It -Was a drab grey dqy with possibility of rain looming,as Often it is in Scotland, when I left the beautiful hostel with its oak floors, polished panels and airy rooms where once dwelled the Laird, to set off along the track to Ben Lomond. Although the track was well worn by couiitle ss-likers (and walkers) not a soul I passed. As I gained height so did the barometer 'fall. Soon it begn rain. Nearing the top the wind gained momentum. In fact I felt almost air bound . (if only walking was like this at home). The delights of being air bound soon wore off. Wind and rain never go hand in hand with walking. Wind drove rain down my- neck. Next it fought furiously with my groundsheet and won. Up it went li a. skirt in the wind until it shrouded itself about riv face blinding me. I swore, counted ten backwards and again became master. The view wasn't much; just clouds and rain that could be seeh amrwhere. So I sat down resigned to my fate while rain ran down my forehead, through my brows, to drop on to the cheeks and slowly rim down to my moustache where it picked up further various flavours and dripped on to a sandwich. It didn't taste very nice. After lunch I met some intrepid students from Manchester University, one of whom gave me a piece of crunchy bar and asked questions. Did she think I was the wild colonial boy? Nearing the bottom of Ben Lomond 'a waterlogged base the sun came out and smiled, revealing a beautiful violet tinge in the heather on the green round hills while the wet road sparkled joyfully as it led us to another warm and dry hostel all panelled in oak 18, COIENG SOCIAL EMITS NOMB-a, 22ND - “Tircugh the Centre with the Bushiest -NOVMDER 29TH - Auction in tI Clubroon. DECE1BER 8TH - DON'T IUSS The Christmas Party By the See Dance at North Sydney Coureil Chambers. Pleas-wit surroundings Handy to Transport No Parking Problems ERRATA. Somehow Hcarabiner and sling” came out as “carabiner and string” in last north's magazines describing Snow Brown's forthcoming Dare Brook trip and the safety gear needed for it. We are happy to rcbort that the stri:ng was not needed (for the five abseils) and the party made a successful though frigid trip. We hope to have more details when the leader 's hands stop shaking, and he can jot down a few notes fcr us. NO1TEEE1R 17-18-19 Tfatoonba - Carlon's Goolara Peak - Cronje Ridge.- Cox's River - Little River - Katoomba. A ridge and river trip in ti-B best part of Cox's River country. Fine vie 77S of the Grand Bluffs, -pleasant talking along Cox's and Little River. Maps: Myles Dunphy' s, Gaxigerang Map. Leader:- Ben Esgate.