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CONTENT S. Tollongambie Wanderings. - Pat Harrison 2. 7ol1ongambio Wallowings - Lyrebird 4, The Half Yearly General Meeting - Jim Brown. 6. PciAdy's AL 7. “A Sling-Off” - Sydnoyite. 10. Mountain Equipment Ad. 11. Two Fires - Bill Gill. 12. The Oolong Caves - Nancyc Alderson. 15. Notes from The President. 17. Jottings. 18.

A monthly bulletin of matters of interest .

to the Sydney Bushwalkers, Northcote Buildings, Reiby Place, Circular Quay, Sydney. Postal Address : Box 4476, G.P.O. Sydney. EDITOR s Ross WYborn, 2H-3,'.rd8 Stree-; Pgwka: BUSINESS MANAGER Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, C'ford, 2118. TYPIST : Shirley Dean, 30 Hannah Street, Beocroft. 2119. SALES AND SUBS s Ramon U'Brion, 61 Nidkson St., Surry Hills, 2010. 2. The Sydney Bushwalkor October, 1968

WOLLANGAMBIE WANDERINGS Pat Harrison.

The more mention of Wollangambie Creek is enough to bring up an image of an interesting bushwalking trip, but when the words “car swop” are added to the description you have the ingredients necessary to keep you in doubt about the outcome until you are actually home and hosed. By the way, the Wollangambie is a classic example of the haphazard naming of our streams Ettreme Brook is another one, for the Wollangambie is a river or it is nothing.

The leaders had not been able to get much information about our route; in fact, nothing more explicit than that it would be rough: hence we would be traversing unknown country, and most of us came prepared to swim deep pools flanked by impassable cliffs. However, we were able to go all the way without getting our feet wet.

The Friday night rendezvous was at Wheeny Creek on the road to Upper Colo, and when Bill Burke arrived about 10 p.m. with Ross Hughes, 70i1f Deck, Shirley Dean and yours truly. We found Doono Wyborn, Dave Ricketts, Peter McIntosh and Ramon O'Brian already there and rolled out in their bags. The night being still early, a cup of tea (the first of the many during the weekend) was called for. Firewood is as scarce as hen's teeth in this well used area and we had to fossick around a lot for it, but the fire was well and truly alight before the remaining two cars arrived. Our Party of 17 was now completed by Margaret and Ross Wyborn, Joan and Frank Rigby, David Russell, Don Finch, Roger Lockwood and Victor Poulos.

We awoke on Saturday morning to a pleasant scene. Gigantic Blue Gums, Wattle in bloom, the creek winding around the bend, and the attractive sandstone formations and vegetation that are usual in the Hawkesbury country. We broke camp at Wheeny Creek at 7.25 a.m., two cars going to Drip Rock off the Putty Road and two to Itchenstoke at Mount Tootie. Our leg was Mount Tootie and the party was Joan, Shirley, Frank, Bill, Ross, Roger, Ramon, Wilf and me.

A bitter west wind was blowing as we left the cars at the start of the long driveway and scurried up to the home near the top of Tootie. This property has been much beautified with Old World trees which were just bursting into life again while underneath them masses of Daffodills had already peered forth to show that Spring had come.

Beyond Little Tootie at GR509674 we left the road and followed a good ridge to Bowens Creek at GR505707. There was very little scrub on this ridge and thus we were able to admire the Boronias and Granny's Bonnets and Grevilleas and Wedding Bush that bloomed along the way. The bushland this year has been particularly beautiful with Boronia. There were also clumps of Christmas Bush that put to shame the poor miserable things that pass for such in suburban gardens.

The few final feet above the creek interposed the expected cliff, but we negotiated this obstacle by traversing a little way back into the side creek. Bowen's Creek carries a lot of water (I'd hate to do it in a season of average rainfall) and at this stage I was reconciled to frequent and cold immersions during the afternoon. Away we went, rock hopping and dodging in, out and around the water Gums which grew everywhere and which were, as everyone knows, as strong as canes. Even those long dead resist any attempt to break them. From time to time there were fine Turpentines, and occasionally Myrtles and Blueberry Ash, but the abiding memory is of Water Gums all the way, in the rocks, on the rocks, and through the rocks.

Where Bowen's Creek has a pronounced bend at GR524737 the rocks of the gorge begin to look impressive, culminating at the Wollangambie junction in a tremendous sheer wall of rock hundreds of feet high. The Wollangambie is a big stream much more water than Bowen's nd at the junction there was one of those deep still pools so common to this river.

Camp sites had been few and far between on Bowen's, and Joan had decreed that we camp at the first suitable spot on or after the junction. Well, it was 4.45 p.m. when we reached the Wollongambie, there was a splendid camp site with unlimited firewood and 4 three forked cliff line around us, so that was it for the day. Some of the men had a plunge in the refrigerator, but the ladies had far too much sense to indulge in such nonsense at that time and place.

We were up at 5.38 a.m. and away at 7.10 a.m. on Sunday, dancing our way over the clean largo boulders which littered the bed of the river. The Wollangambie hereabouts is really a very obliging stream, for these great boulders wore placed just right to keep our feet dry. We passed many good campsites and at 8.10 a.m. came upon the other leg still having breakfast, clustered around an untidy fire. Bush hospitality was not extended to us in the form of a cup of tea, nay, on the contrary, we were besought to provide them with bread. Anyway, half an hour soon went by before we jogged off again to reach the really magnificent Colo junction at 9.40 a.m.

Sand beaches, a groat towering cliff, the river as big as a lake, flowering gums perched among the cliffs, a swim, a fire and a cup of tea, and an hour had passed away. Then down the Colo, hopping over boulders and through the Water Gums, to cross about an hour later near the foot of the spur which goes up to Island Trig. I somehow think we were lucky on this trip, for it has been a very dry season and many of the smaller rocks that gave us a dry crossing would disappear with another few inches of water, the level of which seemed to be about a foot down.

It is 1,600 feet up to Island Trig; it is a steep rocky scramble for about 900 feet; and when the Mountain Holly ceased to plague us the Mountain Devils took over, to say nothing of such minor annoyances as Dillwynia and Prickly Moses: but the view was worth it, and it is only from such vantage points as this that any idea is really gained of the overall rugged nature of the Wollangambie Colo country.

We descended in a northerly direction over the saddle, around the next bump, then down into Boo-Book Crook. There was one place on the descent where the rocks became an are-be and we had to hand the packs down. It would also be better to drop straight down into the creek from the saddle, for we followed the dry stream down to the good pool at the junction at GR589784. This pool is permanent and apparently is foc,a by the eastern arm. There is suitable camping near this water, and there is also a cairned route up through the rocks to the east, but we lost it half way up and were at an impasse for a while; however, after some illuminating dialogue we found it again and were on top at 5 p.m.

The next hour was a scratchy walk to the fire trail, and another hour later at 7 p.m. we were back at the cars, having sauntered along in the gloaming with the white road gleaming ahead of us and the thronging blossoms of yellow Dillwynia acting as guide lines on each side.

One indisputable fact emerged from this trip - Roger Lockwood has the largest Drinking Bowl (I couldn't call it by the usual but less polite name given to such utensils, for witness the way Roger met everyone with a drink of Apple juice as they hauled themselves up on to Island Trig) ever seen. It is big enough to put your head into.

WOLLANGAMBIE 7MLL(TINGS. (The Other Story). by “Lyrebird”.

Moony Creek crossing was the Friday night meeting place for the two parties in the Car Swop Trip. The two leaders, Fon-Don and Joan Rigby agreed upon their midway rendezvous which was to be the Colo-7ollongambie junction on Saturday night. None of us thought it would be possible, highly improbable I'd sayl Saturday morning found us swopping cars and piling ourselves in these strange cars. Three others and myself jumped into Bill Burke's automatic. She went like a beauty on tarred road, but on dirt road - hopeless! Arriving at the end of the road, we parked the cars and started off along a fire trail from Drip-2ing Rock. Two hundred years further, “Is this the right ridge?” “Looks like it.” “Its big enough.” Doono started to climb a tree as our leader came into view. “Onwards!” This is not the ridge you blunderers.“

Four hundred yards later we scrambled down a much smaller ridge (70o type) and ended up in a choked up creek with lawyer vines and other unmentionable scrub. Grumbles and groans were heard as one of the party found a eary old fire trail alongside the creek.

Angowarra Creek is an easy creek, to walk along; large rock shelves, few bushes in the creek itself with a wee bit of boulder hopping. It was hot fun, being at least 80F in between the shade and the sun. But the huge pools must have been a glorious 33 F.

Lunch was declared on the Colo Angowarra Crook junction. A perfect lunch spot. It included.2 flat, hot rocks to lay on, a two foot deep pool- . at your foot and a cliff for wind protection, and lots of sand. w.Hoving off in 2i- minutos” the leader yelled. 'e jumped up . to attention and packed up. Thc Colo is 'a very slow going river for walking at this point. Hugo pools (as in the Shoalhaven Blockup) edged in by cliffs, at the base of which are boulders, hold togethoT by that infuriating tea tree, that always points the wrong way. Took us 2-i; hours to .1.o two miles.

Not mooting the othcr half at the Colo-7ollangaMbie Creek. junction we moved upstream, continuously boulder hopping. Most of us felt very energetic whereas WC managod to scramble for another hour (li- miles) bcfore we pickod a sand and rock campsite. Pen Don having plenty of spare energy, dawdled upstream to sec if he could find thc other team. Ho did not find them. Having forgotten our moat and most of our other food we managed to bludge some off that new prospective. Now hero is a hint to light weight walkers. Take this chap along as he usually brings at least 40 lb pack stacked with tins of all sorts, and he only eats half of it, o.g. sweetened condensed mi1k, fresh eggs, bread, tins and tins of meat etc., are easily bludged from him. After eating an unforgettable meal, you sang the night away.

Next day after breakfast we were just about to move off when these jokers from the other tribe arrived. Of course we sat down and started to eat and talk to them. We finally moved off after that pleasant mooting (bludging, exchanging news of how difficult the terrain was to be etc.) at 9 a.m. An hour later we walked up Bowan Creek. More boulder hopping. The scrub was really pointing our way bore. I poked an eye twice, and couldn't see for the next ton minutes. Must remember to wear my classes next time I go up that Colo type scrub. A pool plus 4 flat rocks were sighted and lunch was declared. beforethe leader came into sight. Somo one built a fire and other beds just flaked out on pointy looking rocks. And they stayed flaked out. 'moll lad“, a read head said, “don't just lay there. Haven't you got any food to eat?” “Yes,” “roll, share it around then!” 7ords from a well known bludger.

As the sun slowly sank in the west we continued boulder hopping up and through the bushes. We left Bowen Crook and started walking up a side crook in order to reach the road (4 wheeler) in double quick time. We all ended up going up too early in the creek and reaching a cliff line which loomed above us. Ross :tInd Doone.cmcmed on to find a way up. Ross who was within ear shot said that he had found a way up. A rope was needed as a safety line for some as it was a break in the cliff.

Ten minutes later Doono came from above and said he had walked up. So much for that effort. Even though we could have walked up to the top of the ridge, the rock scramble made the trip extra exciting: On top of the ridge we had a sit down. Two of us sat in a corner, opened a hugo tine of pineapple and Orange juice and guzzled it down. Thank goodness no-ono saw us. All those bludgers are a problem! far 7-e didn't have to walk/as we saw a flagpole with a white flag tied onto it. (The Army has boon hero tool) 7c soon found a four wheel drive track. At 8.30 p.m. we all arrived at the two cars after getting ourselves lost on the circular roads of Mt. Tootie, we all jumped into the cars in a hurry and rushed off to the nearest Chinese dhoppers,

THE ELLF 173ARLY GENERAL MEETING. Jim Brown.

In a meeting at which matters of considerable weight were to be considered, 70 sot out with a very small crew - about 30 - at 7.50 p.m. Later the gathering appreciated, but probably aid not exceed 50 financial members at any time.

Brian Griffiths was welcomed, the Minutes for August wore confirmed, and we broke straight into Inward Correspondence, which contained a letter from National Parks Assocn, socking to form a bush fire fighting organisation, advice from the Australian Conservation Foundation regarding its annual meeting in October, and from the Nature Conservation Council concerning its agenda for the Conference on 21st September.

The President said at least two items from the ILC.C. agenda had some controversial aspects. One motion opposed the taking of any animal or fish from reserves except under the control of the Parks and “lid Life Authority. The other authorised the Executive to admit hunting and fishing bodies to membership if satisfied they supported preservation of wild creatures and their habitats.

Alex Colley promptly moved in opposition to both proposals, saying that the allowance of over controlled hunting would diminish the prospects of securing areas whore complete Protection existed. Other speakers felt, however, that both resolutions were reasonable, and that admission of hunting clubs to the N.C.C. would assist marksmen to appreciate conservation and control of wild life. Finally both items as outlined in the agenda were supported by the Club's vote. The Treasurer reported that about 60 subscriptions were unpaid, including 40 for active () members, and the current account stood at %608 ii i. 1 ..41:…, ….z…. …_ ….. .–…2\……….

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at 31st August. He drew attention to the Magazine account and the fact that unfinancial members had received issues over six months, and the magazine may show a loss over the year's operations. Frank Ashdown considered unfinancial members were being treated too liberally in this direction.

Don Finch recorded that Roger Uckwood's trip out from Yalwal had 12 people plus violent, windy weather that Alex Colley's Gunyah Bay trip on 8th August was reasonably well attended, while a car swop Instructional trip run by Snow Brown and himself in the Corang River country brought out 26 starters. Bill Gillam's Snow Instructional struck very turbulent weather, resulting in an early return, and Ivy Painter's trip in the EraPolona Brook country had three prospective. Joan Rigby did some pioneering in Allum River, wit:- a party of 11, but one member suffered a heavy fall, .which caused some alteration of Plans. Esme Biddulph had car parking bother on a trip in Kuringgai Chase (7est Head area).

Frank Ashdown pointed out that by lighting of luncheon fires in Kuringgai Chase and parking cars in forbidden areas we were getting a bad reputation, and should mend our ways.

There was no Federation Report, rInd only one site (7oods Creek) proposed for the Annual Reunion. For the Convenor,' Bob Younger was- appointed. Going on to other appointments, N.n. Bourke became Auditor, Jack Gentle volunteered for Substitute Federation Delegate, and Phil Hall was elected delegate to the Nature Conservation COuncii.

So to Constitutional AMendments, and in the words of Omar Khayyan “Nor all thy piety nor wit, shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.” First Phil Butt occupied the Chair while President Frank Rigby moved that a simple majority should suffice to amend the Constitution. This w-s opposed by Gordon Redmond, who Quoted from the Company's Act to show that the basic rules of a Company required a majority for change. Nan Bourke suggested a company, which seldom had a general meeting of shareholders, was on somewhat different grounds to the Club. Jack Gentle said -the high .proportion of votes needed for an amendment made for a desirable stability in Club legislation. However it was Joss Martin who threw the bombshell, by asking if the Charitable Collections.Act, under which the Club is registered, required a majority. No one could say, and the amendment was lost.

Don Finch, put forward a good case for two overnight test walks and found quite a lot of support, but, in.the absence of a simple majority verdict, the amendment was lost 23 to 11.

'“A SLING OPF”.. “Sydney ten Then I finally received the September edition of the S.D.'. Magazine, after the folks at home Ind_ road it, I thought perhaps you wculd like to hoar of my weekend camping trip with the Melbourne Bushwalkers. The Federal 17okend was hold. at Anakie, 18 miles this.siao 'of Geelong. To celebrate this woo:1=d a barndance was arranged.. At 5 p.n. Saturday afternoon, two of us wore picked up at Batn:an Avenue in the city. Instead of doing straight to the .campsite, we had to make a detour to the

Dandenongs. Ono of the passeniers had to pick up a sleeping bag which was left at home. After discovering that the driver was a little vague on the direction to Anakie, we meandered int. the deSerted spot at.ten o'clock. Needless to say the barn dance was in full swing, but we felt we could not stay and swing because our strength had to be preserved in order to erect our tent.

The actual campsito was 2 miles from the hall. Missing the Sydney Bushwalkors help in those circumstances, we erected the tent without anyone offerirg assistance. In the morning the two of us overheard our driver-say, “That tent over there, has a definite sag.” Refraining from “spitting in his eye” we made for the fire to cook breakfast. Only twentyfive of the H.B.7.'s wore at the camp, which was a complete contrast from a day walk I went on when thirtyone attended. An organised walk was planned at ton o'clock but the two of us wanted to take a look at Geelong, so we were dropped off at the nearest crossroads where the walk was. T7e hitched 18 miles to Geelong and I can understand Why people call it “The Sleepy Hollow”. It was midday when we arrived. there in a uto. After discovering that we missed a train back to Melbourne by five hours, and aid. not want to wait around for another train, we decided to hitch badk. Only three trains ran into Melbourne that day, Sunday, and we didn't sight a bus. By two o'clock and 44 miles later we arrived. in Melbourne, after gaining a lift straight through. Then we caught a train home. The day walk I went on to Healesvill was a 10 miler and as I - stated before, was attended by thirtyone walkers, was a very pleasant u troll. In ardor to get out to the Healesville area, 47 miles from the city, we all boarded a hired furniture van at Batman Avenue. Two weeks before, we paid Oideposit and a further 70 cents at the end of the walk, visitors, like me, paid an extra ten cents. The reason for the hire of a van, is because the trains don't start running until 9.00 a.m. on Sunday, which is a bit late for a walk, and trams only go a certain distance in the metropolitan area. The Victorian countryside is indeed picturesque (even after the drought they suffered) but the N.S.'. countryside is by far the best in my mind. I was very surprised to hear that no firstaid or mapping tests are made to complete membership, maybe they already know it? (S.B.r.'s name is withheld).

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already and he trail looked steeper ahead. A fork. 'Nick signalled to stop and the truck answered with blinking light. He ran along the right fork-, the uphill side.	Tho track finished against a rock face. There wat household rubbish
dumped among fallen trees, a stripped motor body, tyros. As he ran back to
the fork the motor body, bare -and ugly whore it was lying, *stuck in his mind.

The glow wqs closer now and to the south it had swept past him and there were trees burning in spot fires in tho.gully almost down to the truck. Tho rubbish and tho-car moans something, Nick thOught. Ho.signalled the truck 'to com down slowly .It came on lowly and hOditantly, arabbinc with tho weight of water. The headlights shone in great cones of smoke, raroly focussing on the tradk..;That does the garbage moan? 'Te.need to got out of this quick. Of course; That .people can.drive'this far from the bitumen, in their cars and little trailers.; the capacity to dump rubbish carefully bal-nced against possible damago to their shiny oars. Nick welved the truck down. It came on more quickly. 7hen it stopped he counted heads knowing he should have done this hours before. Seven on the.back, two in the cab. Nick said to the driver - Cars can come this far; it should be 'easier. They are houselights just ahead but they might still be on dirt roads. when you come to them, start the klaxon but don't stop. vre have to go to Anglo Road and the school. Do you know whore that is? - No Never boon here. - The map dhows it at the and of the fire trail, the trlPfire trail, so it must be on our. right. The fire is well ahead of us there. At the October, 1968 . The Sydney Bushwalker 15. school there is an oval. 'a should be first there doe ire this and drive straight across the oval to where tho fire is closest to tho school. Start pumping and a Board tanker will pump into us. I'll be on the nozzle, you'll a stay on the radio and yell for the tanker. 70'11 pull out hose and than you . can back up in case we have to go in a hurry.. That's likely. Got all that. Yes, what if it gets among the houses.

Every brigade in the Shire will be there by then. It won't get among the .houses, They were on the bitumen with the klaxon piercing the night, the siren screminj., falling, rising, echoing from houses, fr,,Jm troos., echoing in his own head, screaming above the screaming engine. The road twisted and climbed always towards the glow. On the narrow road the siren cowered cars against the curve. The wheel spun in the driver's hands. Ahead a cluster of flashing police lirhts, a blinking red light on a headquarters jeep, a signboard on which Nick read "Angl --" before it swept past, the bulk of the school building-with the glow coming through every window, an ambulance, already Nick thought, a clear smoke filled area that's the oval and then flames. Immense, solid flames. Fierce, rolling like surf, pulsating, jumping, liquid horrible flames. Driving at them, fascinated, the heat coming through the . windscreen, beginning to crack lips, door open, stop, jump, get the nozzle, pull out a long loop of live hose, water, lie down, everyone lie down, more hose. Up and run in closer. Lips cracked, eyes crying, skin stretching, helmet in front of face, lie down. "ho's with mo, Good. wave it round a bit, the spray coming back hot, ashheavy and bitter, the oval's wide. Everything's sweet.
That was a rough track, Smoky.

- 7bre we lost?

Hopelessly. They call it delayed.

They could hear a sriren, then other sirens.. Nick looked over his shoulder and saw red flashing lights come to the edge of the oval. He said to no one in particular.

My stomach's growling. I hope we get a feed.

THE OOLONG CAVES.

The caves are of limestone origin, and the outcrop extends over`