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j).. 0 )3 ) A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.0 Sydney, N.S.W. 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 p m. at the Wireless Institute Building, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Mrs. Marcia Shappert telephone 30.2028. '* Editor: Neville Page, 14 Brucedale Ave. Epping. Tel. 86.3739 Business Manager: Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford. Tel. 871.1207 Typist: Kath Brown Duplicator Operator: Owen Marks * APRIL 1976_ Editerial The Adventures of Owen Obituary The Annual General Meeting The Sou' West of the Sou' West Mountain Equipment Ad Walking in Zululand Werong February 1976 Alp Sports Rd Reunion '76 Paddy's Ad Walks Notes Observer's Notebook 2. Owen Marks 3. 8. Jim Brown 9. Frank Rigby 11, 13. Patrick McBride14, Jim Brown 17. 18. Puffing Billy 19. 23. 24. 25. Page 2 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April 1976 HOW NATURAL NATURE? Earlier this month is was my good fortune to visit Japan, a country which is uastly different in background, culture and attitude to our own. Whilst dining one evening inaTokyo restaurant I commented to my host what a sweet juicy melon it was I was eating. My host's reply was “Ah yes, that is a very special melon. When the vine is young, the farmer picks out the best flower and cuts all the others off, thus all the goodness of the vine is concentrated into that one piece of fruit.” After pondering this somewhat, I realised that it is quite in keeping with normal Japanese habit, and any attempt to grow as many melons as possible on the one vine (perhaps our approach) would be quite alien. The ancient art of Bonsai adopts a similar approach. An object of beauty is created, with the help of Nature, but using disfigurement as a tool. In Japan the azalea and camelia bushes are stripped of their flower buds except for a few of the very best, thus ensuring that those flowers which do bloom are exquisite specimend. Those beautiful Japanese garoens we imagine, and see pictures of, are carefully tended, pruned and manicured to give an impression of Nature and of naturalness. We ourselves cultivate rose bushes which have to be regularly pruned to give the best display, and bowling green flat lawns which demand constant and neverending attention to ensure the exclusion of extraneous vegetation. Is this Nature? It's not plastic, so it must be Nature! But is it natural, that is the question. It also struck me in Japan that the people in general have tremendous environmental awareness. Almost any subject under discussion will sooner or later touch on environmental issues. Further thought made me conclude that this is what one would expect from a population of 110 million people, crowded onto a small group of islands, and dependant on their processing industries for survival.J-urthermore, it made me realise that we in Australia, as conservationists and environmentalists, have a much easier task than our Japanese counterparts. The natural environment (at least in part) still exists for us, on our doorstop. We need only to ensure its perpetuation, not effect its recreation. Let us make sure it stays that way. Lately you may have came across that blas6 bushwalking bore who has conqUered puny Peruvian peaks; or else has walked 14 days in waist deep mud in Tasmania and has the turn of mind to rave about it. Let me tell you how I conquered the Himalayas and achieved my life's ambition; Annapurna was my destination. Apart from Everest, it was the only mountain I'd ever heard of apart from Rum Doodle, and accompanied by two assistants and two porters, we,all set out from Pokhara in western Nepal and headed north towards China. But first I shall tell you about my preparations here in Sydney. It was very simple, I was outfitted by the St.Vincent de Paul second-hand shop at Newtown. Woollen evening pants with a shiny satin stripe (my two offsiders Helen Gray and Frank Tadker bought the same), some lovely boots that were comfy with two pairs of sox and an old windjacket that had no buttons. From my extensive wardrobe at home I took a woollen tummy band, a balaclava and my yellow long pants that have been a constant companion over the years; yes, the same ones that have been with me iii the Snowy Mountains, on top of Adams Peak in Ceylon, filtered my drinking water in Central Lombok, but they are not the ones that I have worn to the Opera House. 'Those ski-ing pants that I wore to-Joan Sutherland's “Lucia” were Iv black 6nes. Where was I? Oh yes, equipment. I also took 23 shirts and 13 pairs of u/pants and singlets; a sleeping bag and a folding umbrella, You may well ask what does a mountaineer want with an umbrella. A simple answer will dispel those questions, It was there to fill up a hole in my rucksack. It was my ploy. The umbrella was full of holes and was broken anyway. My theory was to trick the would be thieves that abound in airports; rucksacks being open go. I would always pack the gear so that-3 inches of umbrella would always be poking out, and if anything was going to be stolen it would be that. It was never touched nor was anything else. Finally I took a packet of spros as my first-aid equipment* Having not walked for 6 months and being physically unfit I decided to meet Frank and Helen in Darjeeling (they were fiddling in Burma whilst I was burning in Bangladesh). Walking around the bazaars in Darjeeling and visiting friends at Kalimpong on the Sikkim border and seeing the Tibetan Refugee Camp near the West Bengal/Nepalese border was the only training I.had. It was more than enough. From these Observations you, the reader, can see that there is no need for months of training; no need for special clothes. If you could-speak Nepali or Tibetan it may help you at times, otherwise Hindi is quite sufficient. I had no trouble, although Frank was useless as you all can imagine and Helen could only speak Indonesian. Back to our trip. With our walk permits all valid, we arrived at Pokhara late in the afternoon and commenced to walk due north until we April, 1976. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 3 63) by Owen Marks, Page 4. 5YD14.711Y BUSIIVILLICER April, 3_976. could find porters. Through the town - no porters; Pass e& the outer suburbs to the famous Shining Hospital; still no porters. Away up the valley could be seen the Tibetan Refugee Camp in the evening gloom. 25 minutes to go and I had a terrific headache, so much so I had to lay down when I reached the funny “hotel” and left the hiring of the porters to Helen and Frank. A big mistake. Was I cranky later on in the trip. The porters were to receive $1 a day PLUS food, We were informed that porters supply their own food. And were they gigantic eaters; once they consuEed 16 rupees over lunch and dinner between them. I -kept recalling a movie of China made in the late 305; the warlord's wife wouldn't feed her porters because “They will eat all our taeney up and they were forced under the point of a gun to march until they. dropped. Where was I? Ah yes, ,New Years Eve at our crazy hotel. Our room was in the middle of the road. Don't call me a liar. Ask Helen or Frank. It is true. The house as there long beforo the road and t:le 15ft wide road had a corner of the bu1dire. askew plonk in the middle of it. I was snoiing around 8 pr all three of us in the same room. At dawn of)ened-the windoa and leS (LCS8 what was in view. Macchupuchare (The Fishtail). I awoke my offsidefs and called Here is my New Years pre-entInJ glos_leuss mountafn ;yet ouse route and destination lay further behind it and we were awaiting cur porters for an early start. Breakfast was ordered for 7.30 and were surp:rf.,sed to find our porters were expecting breakfast-te. To sheme them i:st/o ea:;ing much, we ate very sparingly. Back in civilization we all toad to sa:G ice mueh anyway. Our potter-S 1-,ere very odd. -Beth T ':otaa. The eldest had two cotton shirts and. a pair of jeans; the youngest had 3 pairs of pants on and 4 shirtS. , parkas, no ba:Is2clavo29 no sox either, or gloves. The eldest had lice. The younger spoke 'inglish. Of course they were not really porters at all It seeras they had nothing to do and were just filling in time. Ass journe-T Set out along this wide valley with snow peaks an one side and waltzed from tea shop ie isa shop. A, straw hat with a kettle boiling and the inevitable Tibetan lady t,z..e d the *basket of mandarins At the bottom of a cliff the path ebopied es a few huts and then the stePs commenced.. (Only a few thousand feet to lunch.) What sights there are; puny porters carrying baskets with holes in the back. Sick people are carried and face backwards. The yeee:g pertess 1:-:ber,,Illy'jum–) from step to step and the person being carried is jogged beyohd-belie::, Still it is better than walking and. I though2G what a good idea. , Quito reasonable, from memory it was 32 rupees a day ($2). .:-..t the top of the hill was a village where *0 had lunch. It was ne-rly always amlette and tea. The shops had quite a remarkable lot of goods for sale. We would have no trouble in buying spray to drive away bed. bugs. We wouna along a ridge always up, passing fields of what seems to be mustard seed or digitalis. 'Frank tried to lift a loa& that a Tibetan gent had. just taken off .20 gallons of kerosene and a sewing machine heaa. Impossible to move. Mule traThs with lobs of dull bells around their necks wind their 'rvay all inc tim,- They have red plumes aid exotictails wound with red liveol. The trade: is always interesting. Page 5 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April 1976 Page 6 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976, Man in nice ui- carrying valises going from nowhere to nowhere; Nepali women in their colourful aprons carrying roofing slates that weigh 50 ibs; kids going to schbol (I wonder how Aussie youngsters would like climbing' 3000 ft of a-morning and returning at night - I saw this myself later at Gandrung, whilst recevering from hallucinatory experiences in the Dreaded Rhododendron Forest). Actually this is the-main road to Tibet, rice goes northwards and salt goes south. Passes a,vilIage here and there, but . mainly rice terraces all dry at the moment, this area has no water. That evening we arrived at a village called Chandrakot a collection of lodges all called Annapurna. Let me stop and I will in all modesty describe an overnight in a Tibetan inn. On the ground floor is a table , and. benches, with a kitchen attached. Rugs are always rolled up and yoU , can grab, one and plonk down, which our porters did. The aristocracy slipt , upstairs. The first floor is nothing but beds and blankets with a . miniature window that is always closed. It is also the storeroom., s Ba 1 of dried corn cobs, rice, potatoes, etc., with bottles of rice wine,,ker, against the walls near the ladders. No stairs-, I forgot to mention' There is no-charge for accommodation. Dinner is always rice and a sprink… ling of vegies, breakfast is fried egg (poached is cheaper - no oil, see) , with chapipatis. There is never any washing facilities or any toilets (:)' any description. You go anywhere. Seven rupees per person will cover all expenses bar wine. Seven rupees = 4200 Which is not too bad. Add lunch and say 8 cups of tea and the whole day will 00MG to less than $1 Aust. ere in Chandral:ot we came across a wide variety of walkers. Kiwis, Yanks, French and a weird Japanese family. The two-year old baby was carried by his own porter and had a sunshade. The proud parents were dripp4.ng with movie cameras and tape recorded the songs of passing locals. They gave us peanut butter sandwiches. The father was one of a group that a few years ago parachuted onto Everest and skiied down it. That morning. from the front fence was a view of Annapurna I (or was it 2 or 3). Climbing down to the valley below, its snowy peak was always visible between the trees. I reached the swinging bridge and found the porters who said that they had no permits to go further, and so they said they would climb around the police checkpoint, I was to tell the police 1 had-no porters. Then they vanished up a hill. Panic. Will they rUn off with all OUT gear, T rush back to find my assistants, calmly drinking tea, I went berserk. I had been waiting 30-minutes and Frank and Helen couldn't have oaredless. A foreboding of things to come. (Little did I think that in less than 4 days, a mutiny would occur in our party.) 1 persuaded them to rush through the village and chase our absconding, . thieving, always hungry porters. We finally found them sitting in the sun, acting casual. Thadk-6ray if he was writing this episode mould have noticed the sheer 1000 ft cliffs covered in moss and vines, described in detail how the filtered sunshine sparkled in the limpid pools, have mentioned the contrasts between the harsh natural marble river bed and the light airy faerie nothingness of the ferns and. Daphne bushes that surround you on all sides. He would have described with loving detail how the hot sun sent its shiny shafts into the gloomy Rhododendron forests, of how every limb was covered Page 7 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. in moss,with hairs 5” long and giving that 'Merlin will apear any minute' feeling. As it was all I saw were the faces of our porters. They hadn't nicked off after all. With relief we walked on to a swinging bridge where we were going to stop at a nearby hamlet for lunch. Seated at an inn were three New Zealanders that we had passed here and there; they shouted “We've eaten the only egg in the village”. Consternation. Our porters laughed and said that there will be another egg in the next one. Right they were. I never mentioned the episode of serenading a Tibetan family of porters.- -Holen and I came across Mother-Father-Son all resting their awe-inspiring loads. I said “Let's sing them a song”. Helen answered “That would be absolutely fantasmagorical. What will we sing?” says I, “How about 'Down By The Station Early In The Morningt?” When we finished (we gave them actions as well) they sat stoney-faced, immobile, neither blinking nor smiling nor anything. Had they turned into stone? “Let's give them 'Baa Baa Black Sheep” I said. We hadn't finished when the New Zealanders arrived too and they joined in this famous Australasian Hymn. When we all finished we bowed and stood our ground. It seems we were all invisible. Never in the history of mankind could such a thing occur again, unless you sing another group of songs to more Tibetan porters. Back to our lunch spot. The porters pointed up in the air and said that is where we'll stay for the night. Up in the clouds perched on a cliff was Hello.- Only 3000 ft up all those stairs. Horse trains passed us coming down as did a young chap carrying a dead body strapped onto a basket on his back. Climbing became so hot I decided to take my yellow pants off c,,nd walk in my underpants. (bly singlet came down to my knees.) The local maidens always gizgled when they saw me and they made vulgar signs with their index finger assuming I had nothing on underneath. I would stop still, and then when they were silent and still, I would whip up my singlet. Screams of laughter would echo in the valleys, It became my standard trick. Hello was a 5 house village and I bought a tin ofcondensed milk in a pokey shop. Saw some Coca Cola too. Next morning we were to climb to 10,000 ft through dark forests, so we went to bed earl, about 8. Next morn we climbed up and up; such Rhododendrons (as big as 300 year old oaks) but only in bud. For lunch that day a-rare treat. The porters were amazed when we had a spoonful of condensed milk, each spoonful carefully placed in each palm of the hand. Up and up and the porters and my two offsiders were far ahead when I decided to have a short lay down in the sun underneath some pink rhododendrons. I was attacked. by hallucinations. Vivid dreams yet I was awake. Too weird to write down. I got a trifle worried and decided to catch the party up. Helen was drinking tea and Frank was looking at monkeys. I told them what had happened and we all laughed. Up on-the horizon was the mountain pass of Gorepanne (Horses Water) and we arrived at 4 p m, We dumped our baggage in a most fabulous inn, and zoomed up another 500 ft to the top of the pass and a hill to the left. This view is the best we saw. The entire western Himalayas with Dalaghiri at the centre. To our right was Annapurna 1, 2, 3 and behind us was Macchupuchare. )(40( (Owen's story continues next months) Page 8 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April 1976 OBITUARY It is with the deepest regret that we record the passing away on 13th. April, 1976, of JACK DESERT. aged 76 years. Jack was a Foundation Member of the Sydney Bush Walkers and contributed significantly to its formation and growth. He held the office of Club President in 1928/29 and was a member of the Editorial Committee in 1936 as well as carrying out many other functions. He will be sadly missed by all those who knew him. Page 9 THE SY-LIMY BUSHWALKER Apri 1,, 1976 THE ANNUAL GENERAL MUTING. by Jim Brown. The Annual General Meeting of '76 could. be coupted a highly successful affair; although attendance was not high starting at about 45 and. building up to something like 60 at its peak there was a surpising amount of competition for the offices, including even two candidates for the Treasurer's task, and an agreeable goodhumoured approach to any questions that arose. First, two new members were welcomed Bill Blackburn and John Fox and we heard the February Minutes, with no questions arising. Correspondence contained the usual bulletins and magazines, a letter recording the payment by the Electricity Commission of $150 for the damage caused at Coolana by the easement for a transmission line, and the notice of rates by Shoalhaven Council on the property, which also amounts to about $150 and will be settled in quarterly instalments. A further item related to an amendment to the Myall Lakes National Park and to this Alex Colley, Conservation Secretary, indicated he had prepared a reply saying the proposal represents quite a pleasing improvement, as it means most of the lake foreshores will be reserved as parkland and there will be a strip of rural lana which may not be developed bordering the Park. However, the Club considers (Alex continued) that the whole of the area should be reserved and embodied in the Park. The Club affirmed its support of this answer. Next the special Annual Meeting affairs with the Annual Report and thn. the Financial Statement being taken as read and adopted without quibble. Standing orders were suspended to allow election of officers to go on concurrently with other normal business, the s:stem of voting was agreed (first past the post), and Craig,Shappert, Peter Miller and Peter Soandrett undertook to be scrutineers. A question was raised about the admissibility of proxy votes and after thought the President ruled that, as we had net recognised them before and there had not been any prior arrangements made, they could not be accepted. The voting, which then got under way7 went on in quite an animated fashion, with two or more people offering themselves for most pf the posts. The results were given in the March magazine. In intervals between electing officials, we learned that the ready cash in oui' account at bnd of February stood at $11897 and then launched into a recital of walks activities which was interrupted on several occasions to proceed with voting. The report commenced with Jim Vatiliotis' trip (inherited from John Redfern) into the Splendour Rock area on 13-15th February: 13 rolled up, including 11 prospectives and all went as programmed. Over the same weekend a trip to be led by David Rostron into the Kowmung Gorge area was scrubbed off because of the abundance of water, but the two day walks went as scheduled. An account of your reporter's descent on a nudist colony at Werong (in company with 25 walkers) appeared last month and the Page 1O THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976e jointly led trip by Elaine Brown and Len Newland in Kangaroo Creek found trails overgrown, but the walking quite pleasant. Over the weekend 20-22nd February Oliver Crawford took a trip into the Bungonia territory. Evidently the way down was in a rather precipitous creek and as the Shoalhaven was not reached till late Saturday afternoon, the trip was curtailed te return via Mt. Ayre. Down in the valley -below Blackheath, Jeff Bridger led an energetic day walk in wettish conditions, with 8 starters 2 emerging from the valley about 5 p m., there was still a moderate trudge through continuing rain back to Govetts Leap lookout where the cars had been left. The other day walk was conducted by Roy-Braithwaite, with 8 or 9 people. -There were intermittent showers and the return was short-circuited to avoid over-indulging the leech population in the Palm Jungle. For the final weekend of February, Alastair Battye had a team down in the Wolgan Valley, looking for the southern leg of a pass which goes over the divide into the Capertee. The ascent to the plateau was quite successful, but as the weather broke down and since the Capertee Pass was already known, the party returned to Newnes. Bill Burke's party to the Shoalhaven numbered 5-fr (there as an 8-year-old along). Bill reported the trip “gets better every year”, there was a lot of water flowing through the boulders of Bungonia Gorge, and the 8-year-ola pushing through the scrub in Barber's Creek,said there 'was no time to cry“. Of Margaret Reid's trip to Rocky Ponds on 29th February, Marcia Shappert reported 30 present, pleasant weather, and said it was her first walk in about 4 years. On to the final weekend reported, when Roy Higginbotham's Christy's Creek trip was scrubbed because of diabolical weather in the preceding aeek, and David Rostron's programmed jaunt suffered the same fate, At Coolana George Gray had a working bee, which advanced hut construction Quite a way a fortnight before another working bee had laid in the water supply line. Finally Kath Brown's day walk to Burning Palms had 1$' people, and the jaunt went as planned, with lush wet weather growth everywhere around Arising from the Federation report (included in the March issue) Dot Butler suggested some funds may be available from the Paddy Pallin Foundation to-assist -production of a “de luxe” magazine to celebrate the Club's 50th birthday in 1977 As an alternative Kath Brown wondered if same funds would be available for the acquisition of more gear suitable for beginners at the walking game as part of the Club's equipment hire service. The only topic which really brought earnest debate was the fixing of the Club's annual subscription and entrance fee. Retiring Treasurer Frank Roberts, pointed to a fairly heavy excess of expenditure over incamo-on magazine production, and since this could be expected to inflate with higher postagos, proposed that sUbscriptions rise by $1.50. Other speakers came in, both for and against, Kath Brown suggested it was scarcely fair to treat the magazine as a separate item, since the Club's circulars and walks programmes went out with it. Bill Burke mentioned Page 11 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. that more than a year's supply of covers were already printed and the cost would be stable therefore. So long as we covered expenditure, it should be enough. He agreed that the price for magazine subscription alone (for bon-active members or other subscribers) should rise to a more realistic figure. Neville Page, the Editor, felt an increase was justified with the small profit in, the past year and Marcia Shappert said $1.50 represented 3 cents per week. After Owen Marks had spoken of “Auditors and Treasurers -always going-berserk about subscription increases”, Dot Butler proposed an amendment - an increase of $1.00 and this was accepted by mover and seconder and replaced the original motion. .Gladys Roberts now put up a second -amendment - an increase of 50 cents only, and the mover this time did not rise to the bait. After further talking in which Alastair Battye wondered if the incoming Treasurer had experience in “deficit budgeting”, the second amendment was lost, and the motion as originally amended was carried. ThUs subscriptions become - Single full member $8.50, married couple $10.50, students $5.00 and magazine subscriptions (alone) $4.00. Spiro Hajinakitas had a constitutional amendment, and it was carried without dissentient, once it was made known that it merely brought the majority required to amend the pattern test walks to the same proportion, as any other amendment to the Constitution, namely 3/5th of those voting. We haa almost got to the announcements and advertisements section, when Peter Miller moved (and it was oarried-with acclamation) that we carry a vote of thanks to the retiring Committee. Having said it once - only to have another question raised briefly afterwards - the retiring President, Barry Wallace, tapped the Bone tenderly on the table and said in the time-honoured phrase “Let us Re-unen. It was just on 10.25 p m. THE SOW-WEST OF THE SOU '-EST. PART I IT Frank Rigby. One sunny day in 1971 I stood on top of the New Harbour Range which encloses the western side of Tasmania's Cox Bight. The view along the south coast towards South-West Cape was, I recall, exciting - a succession of blue bays, white beaches and rocky headlands, with the mountains rising beyond. Impressions of wild beauty and utter remoteness stayed with me for five years, until I could resist the invitation no longer. Christmas Eve, 1975 breakfast at home in Canberra, out of the big jet at Hobart Airport, straight into a tiny plane and a cut lunch on the beach at Cox Bight for Joan-and. me. The physical transition from ordered Canberra to the Tasmanian wilderness is too rapid for the mental adjustment -.hat comes more slowly. A cold southerly is whipping into the Bight and scudding clouds with the menace of rain give us a typical Tassie welcome but it does not reallY matter, because the weather clothes the South-West landscape with that incomparable atmosphere that seems to belong so well. And anyway, we have twelve days ahead of us to do our thing. Page 1 2 THE SYDNEY BUSHW.A.LICER April' 1976. Sleep soundly to the lullaby of a roaring surf and a new day is early upon us. Strangely, the overcast dissolves into a blue vault in the space of thirty- minutes and our world is born anew; sunlight glitters everywhere, bouncing-baok from water, sand and quartzite peak, and it feels really great to be alive. It happens to be Christmas Day back in,the turmoil of civilisation but here it is nothing more than Day 2 for us. Indeed, the rest of mankind and its institutions might have suddenly ceased to exist for we have five kilometers of beach to ourselves; there is only simplicity, peace and. beauty and I begin to wonder if we ourselves are unwelcome intruders, who perhaps should not have entered this place. Day 3 begins all hustle and bustle, and we are away with 38 pounds on our backs, a mild shock on a morning with the promise of heat to come. On the route to “Melaleuoa” te meet a couple doing the South Coast Track, our last human contact for nine days. Below Half Woody Hill (haw aptly named) we forsake the beaten track for unfamiliar territory. The first test comes quickly at the crossing of Melaleuoa Greek where it takes halfan-hour to thrash a way through a hundred yards of sera! But that's Tasmania, though fortunately not all over. Plod over the button grass in the growing heat to the foot of Melaleuca Range, where we shelter in a few square feet of shade for lunbh and watch a leech take ten minutes to traverse four feet of Tasmania to get at me; nice to know there's something slower than ourselves in this Country. Then it is sweat and toil up the shadeless spur of the range; in the whole blue dame there is not even a wisp of cloud and the radiation is intense - is this really Tassie or have we made a terrible mistakb somewhere? But there's no doubt about the tremendous landscape opening up around us as we climb. Gaze in awe at that saw-tooth slAyline to the) north and that great finger thrusting above all else further over to the east, for the Western Arthurs and Federation Peak are sunbaking today. On top of the range at last and, wepick up the staked route to Window Pane Bay. Downhill now and d;7.30 p m. we collapse onto a small but pleasant campsite, carved out of the forest concealing Window Pane Creek. It is a little bit of heaven after a long and tiring day. It is well into Day 4 before we -20 atop the South-West Cape Range and having our first glimpse of the west coast. It is strikingly-beautiful; to the north Port Davey,and its offshore islands, below us Window Pane Bay like a big blue jewel. The curving stretch of its beach is dissected by the Cola-colourbd channel of Window Pane Creek and behind is the green forest, through which the Hobart Walking Club has mercifully out a trnak. We cannot wait to get down; and awaiting us where the creek meets the beach is quite the prettiest coast campsite I have known. . It is not hard to be a lotus-eater in such a place, so we stay put the next day too, the fourth in a row full of golden sunshine. At 9 p m. a flattened fireball of a sun quenches itself in the southern ocean and an hour later it is dark enough to go to bed - one must not waste the 15recibus hours of darkness for theyare indeed brief. Window Pane Bay is unique but we must get on with the walk. Day 6 is planned for early up-and-doing, a day to ride the crest of of the South-West Cape Range, the route to the Cape itself. If only the weather will holds (TO BE CONTINUED) Page 1 3 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976 *--.-if- MOUNTAIN xx EQUIPMENT IF YOU ARE BUYING OR HIRING HIRING OR BUYING BUYING OR HIRING HIRING OR BUYING GEAR FOR WALKING …… CAMPING 6006004 CLIMBING 4660000 CANOEING WALKING …… CAMPING ,….. CLIMBING 0046000 CANOEING THINK OF MOUNTAIN EQUIPMENT 17 Alexander Street Crow's Nest 2065 (On the corner of Falcon Street) Telephone 439-3454. for FAIRYDOWN SLEEPING BAGS HIGH LOAD PACKS (Weight 3 lb 10 oz) AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS YOU COULD POSSIBLE NEED * * * * * * * * 404000 000406 April, 1976. T BUSHWALKER Page 14 t t ) -141 %-“1 ) L.” by Patrick McBride. -4 Last December I spent two fascinating and very enjoyable weeks in South Africa and Rhodesia, most of it not relevant to bushwalking, so I am going to restrict this article to the part that is the three days I spent on foot in the Umfolozi Nature Reserve. This reserve is just under 50,000 hectares in area, about half the size of the Blue Mountains National Park, and is situated in-Zululand, in the north-east of the Republic. Approximately one-third is open to visitors and criss-crossed with roads along which they may drive and view the game; the rest is kept as a wilderness area and visitors are only allowed entry on a twice-weekly “Wilderness Trail” which lasts three days. I drove up from Durban on the Friday afternoon, equipped with a box of groceries from Woolworths (usual disclaimers) on the back seat and my trusty Spiro Ketas sandshoes on the floor beside me. Since no vehicles are allowed to travel the reeerve after sunset I had allowed myself plenty of time and it was still mid-afternoon when I pulled into Masinda, the starting point for Wildoness Trails. There was hardly time to notice the round thatched buildings and neatly trimmed lawn before I was meeting the other members of the party and Allen Hallett, the Trails Officer who was to accompany us. They were mildly surprised to learn I was from overseas as these walking trails are well off the normal tourist beat, and they had assumed I was a Jolburg man because of the car regitration. We were relaxing outside our huts afterwards in deck chairs, enjoying the last rays of sunlight and scanning the hillside opposite with binoculars when I had my first introduction to the style of African hiking (“bushwaiking” is a term unknown to the local folk). One of the Zulu staff came to collect the provisions we wanted cooked that night, and having given him the steak and veges, we settled back to our remote game spotting. Before dark we were able to tally three rhinos and numerous wild6beeste and zebras. Then at the appointed time we adjourned inside the hut and the three cooks turned up, laden with steaming, covered plates and proceeded to lay the table. Much the same system applied at camps on the trail except that instead of a linen tablecloth we had a tarpaulin spread on the ground. It was never necessary for us to do menial chores such as firelighting or washing up. The rest of the party were less impressed by all this; they had houseboys at home and took such attention as a matter of course. I really don't know how Ifll manage back in Australia - perhaps I should look for some gullible prospectives. The following morning was cool and sunny and we set off soon after breakfast, walking in single file with the Trails Officer in the lead and a non-white ranger, also armed, bringing up the rear. This may seam undesirable regimentation in what should be one of the most free of sports, but the presence of dangerous animals makes an armed and experienced guide a reasonable safety measure. In practice the trail Page 15 THE SYDNEY BUSINALKER April, 19760 was just like a three-day bushwalk with the Trails Officer as leader and the party proved one of the-most easy-going and companionable groups have walked with Never did I feel a stranger in a strange land. The bushveld through which we travelled was curiously park-like, consisting of gently rolling hills with a grass cover and scattered low trees, hardly- the sort of Eackground one expects for some of the world's largest and fiercest wildlife. Except on the borders of the river few of the trees stood taller than 5 metres and both leaves and grass were of a rich green colour, almost artificial-looking to Australian eyes. We followed the trail upwards to a small hill which dropped away sharply on the other side to the river. Here was a large rock which mado an excellent lookout point and we sat down and relaxed to admire the view below us. The bed of the river was wide and choked with sandbanks, a result of farming methods up-river which cause severe erosion and fast rum-off. The water itself was muddy and slow moving. On the opposite bank tall spreading fig :tees shaded an expanse of bright green grass which gave way to bushveld further inland. A troop of baboons was squabbling somewhere on the scarp below us and a flock of heron-like birds were calling with raucous voices as they flew along the water. Out rest over, we scraMbled down to the border and waded across the UMfolozi, a. procedure I got to know quite well. The water was warm, gently flowing and up to the waist in depth. Somehow it happened that lunch, or evening camp, was always on the opposite bank of the river. Our two nights on the trail were spent at a semi-permanent camp beside the White Umfolozi River where we enjoyed the luxury of tents and stretchers. The only other furniture was the seating round the campfire which consisted of two logs and a rhino skull so the wil,eess aspect was well maintained. There was an unobtrusive enclosing fence of wire netting and thornbush and we were told this was a fairly recent innovation. Earlier parties had had the excitement of discovering lion wandering through the camp at night and Park officials felt it was only a matter of time before someone was taken. We ourselves were quite happy to have the fence there. As far as walking itself went the pace was leisurely and We covered about 16 km each day, mostly following pads made by the animals, although the countryside is open enough to allow walking in any direction. Our provisions and gear for the night were carried in on asses so we had no more than cameres, binoculars and lunch to weigh us down. Temperatures were mild in the morning turning to hot and humid by midday and then in the early afternoon a brief thunderstorm generally occurred to bring cooler conditions. We speht the hottest part of the day with a lunch stop and siesta, after cooling ourselves off with a swim in the river. There are crocodiles in the Umfolozi but the water is too muddy to see them and no-one seems much concerned. What made this trip out of the ordinary was the feeling of excitement always present of not knowing what animal might lie ahead behind a bush Page 16 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. or over the next rise. The richness of South African fauna is incredible and makes the Australian bush seem a desert by comparison. It was a rare ten minutes that we did not catch sight of nyala, warthog or a herd of impala or hear the sneezy snorts of wildebeeste as they sensed our presence. Teeming with game is the only expression. Despite the numbers of the wildlife, and particularly of rhino, dangerous encounters are rare and we had only one mildly alarming experience. The party was filing down a gentle slope of scattered thornbush and rather more strung out than was desirable. While not actually drowsy the heat of the afternoon and the steady walking had us less alert than usual. was walking right at the back and closest to the Zulu boy when he clicked a warning and pointed to a clump of bushes ahead. Two rhino were resting there, partly concealed and motionless, no doubt half asleep on this warm afternoon. A couple of seconds later before we could warn them the front of the party nearly walked into the rhino and man and beast suddenly became aware of each other. With a muffled snort the rhino dashed to the side and then stopped abruptly, looking very agitated as they tried to size up the situation. Their agility and speed was amazing and quite alarming at such close Quarters. Allen and his offsider had just moved to action stations between us and the rhino when the latter displayed their renowned unpredictability and charged. Before we had time to seek safety in the nearest tree (and six of us would have looked funny trying to all fit in a three- metre thornbush) two quick shots rang out as Allen fired near the feet of the leading rhino and caused them both to veer away from us. When the sound of heavy bodies crashing through the bush had died away we settled down in the shadeto let our adrenalin burn off and someone asked Allen the inevitable question - Which animal did he consider the most dangerous? At the time the rest of us had the feeling it ought to be rhino but he nominated lion, giving as reason that he had had more dangerous encounters with lion. His rifle holds three bullets and the first is always a soft-nosed one to stop a charging lioness. All too quickly the three days were up and we found ourselves back at MAsinda, regretting the end of the walk and exclaiming what a pity it was to have to return to our work-a-day lives - at least the others were was still on holidays Seeing Africa this way left a very vivid impression and I can still recall the exhilaration of walking the bushveld as I write these lines. If you get the chance to visit Africa, take it. Not all hiking in South Africa is like the Wilderness Trail and there are many Reserves without dangerous animals such as Giants Castle where normal hiking is practised. If you wish to walk in Umfolozi it is necessary to book about three months ahead and further details may be obtained, from the writer or from- Natal Parks, Game and Fish Preserv- ation Board, P.O. Box 662, Pietermaritzburg, M.A. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Page 1 7 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Apri]71976. WERONG FEBRUARYt_121611. by Jim Brown. Returning from a telephone discussion with Editor Neville Page about the material in a forthcoming. magazine, Kath said “Neville wants me to write something about the nudists we saw at Werong. I don't know about that. It's no use just giving the bare facts. You've got to develop a theme and dress it up a bit.” - Now I kno* Kath doesn't make corny gags like that - she leaves that side of the coin to-me. But what can I say except give the unadorned facts? It was the day walk of 15th February - a sultry, sticky day if ever. At Otford Station we had 20 starters, with five of the Younger clan to join us on the top road. Explaining what was ahead of us, I told the party we would go over the hill, down to Bulgo, along the rocks to Werong or Hell Hole Beach, which I said “was one of those nominated as a legitimate nude bathing beach, but because of the difficulty of approach, I didn't think anyone would take it up”. Well, that's where I was wrong. We went up a hill, down a hill, and along about mile of rocks in the oppressive heat, and when we got to Werong, the nudists were there. About 25 or 30 people were at Werong, and of these perhaps 10 or 12 male bathers or sunbakers were in a state of nature. Of the 3 cr 4 women present all were wearing bikinis or more. Having a mixed party including some of reasonably tender years, I decided to consult an oracle. The only oracle available was another Past President in Bob Younger and he wasn't much help. I asked him if he intended to be “with it” and then, :as an afterthought “or without it”. He told me it was a damned ambiguous question and he proposed not to be with it pr without it. In fact, all the walkers bathed in conspicuous respectability, and retreated up to the hillside for lunch. Observations so far suggested the Werong contingent was made up of habitues. Of those on the beach only one or two had a white-skinned area around the loins indicating they usually wore trunks. I felt sure the Savage sun of 15th February would soon broil them. I found myself humming over and over that old ballads- “Now Sin:bad was a sailor and you know what sailors are - - - (Here a missing couplet I couldn't remember) He saw a batch of mermaids combing out their locks. The naked truth upset him and he ended on the rocks.” The mermaids never appeared. Werong is no place for the male voyeur. It may qualify for Cleo magazine. I did notice that the lantana around Werong is thicker than usual, but someone seems to have been at some pains to clear the tracks. I can understand that. I would clear the lantana if I were in the habit of going about in the altogether. About 2.30 p m. we finally left Werong and its swinging colony to the sun and surf and the lantana. On the way up the track we passed several parties still moving towards the beach. Maybe the place is growing notorious. * * * * * * * * * * Page 18 THE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER April, 1976. * Box 553 P.O., Christchurch, New Zealand FOR THE CHEAPEST GEI1R IN AUSTRALASIA. We have a prompt mail order service to Australian customers FREE POSTAGE ON ALL ORDERS. Below is a list of some of the gear we stock prices quoter in New Zealand dollars (NZ $1 m A $0.83). We prefer payment by bank draft in New Zealand currency. Typhoon Oilskin parkas Standard model $ 21.00 (all sizes) Delux model 24.00 Cagoules, neoprene coated nylon 18040 Zip parkas, neoprene coated nylon 23.00 Long woollen socks 4050 Short woollen socks 2,75 Jumpers, 100% natural black greasy wool 20.00 Jumpers, pure wool, fairisle patterns 19.00 Balaclavas, pure wool 2.40 Hats, pure wool, fairisle patterns 2,75 Light woollen shirts, check patterns 9.50 Ranger, heavy wool shirts, check patterns 14.50 Mountaineer, heavy wool shirts, checks & tartans 17.00 Trousers, woollen tweed 14.50 Day sacs from 15,00 K-2 double wall tents 94.00 L-2 special medium rucksacks 65.00 K-2 special large rucksacl-s 66.00 K-2 standard medium rucksacks 61.50 K-2 standard large rucksacks 63.00 K-2 Intermediate rucksacks 47.50 K-2 Junior rucksacks 35.00 K-2 Aarn I climbing & skitouring pack 50.00 K-2 Aarn II pack 44,50 Wintest nylon, tents from 37.00 Everest sleeping bags from 77.00 Everest Mummy sleeping bags from 73.00 Twenty Below sleeping bags from 61.50 Explorer sleeping bags from 50.00 AND MUCH MORE WRITE FOR A PRICE LIST (Address above) Page 19 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1.976. ,403 7*.1 By \ Puffing Billy There I was, enjoying my super-lightweight, multi-purpose, fully- collapsible aluminium chair when Spiro insinuated, himself into the group with that confidential, moustachioed, you-can't-say-no smile of his. “We've just decided,” said he, “that you're writing up the reunion.” “And who is we?” I demanded imperiously. “Well,” responded Spiro, his all-seeing, all-knowing, black eyes darting around in search of hypothetical conspirators, “Me and - er - Helen and -er - Dot and “Say no more,” I urged. “With enemies like that, who dares refuse?” So here it is Having read the instruotions and listened attentively to Dot Butler's spiel at the Annual General, we parked the car and looked around for the promised bamboo tent poles. “Have to find them,” I assured my chauffeur. “Remember, Dot said she'd put them here because tent poles and timber are scarce at the camping spot.” Bamboo tent poles? Never a sign of bamboo tent poles. Muttering curses at the perfidy of women and Dot in particular, we started down the hill, gathering tent-poles, abdul sticks and scarce-at-the-camping-spot firewood. Somewhere down the hill, staggering along behind my armful of timber, I suddenly found ileople ., and tents and camp fires 0. and Putto making johnny cakes and Dot. “Where's those !!??11 bamboo tent poles!” I roared at her. “Why, right here,” she answered with a you-couldn't-be-angry-with-me smile (oh, couldn't I?), “I thought I'd save you all the trouble and bring them down.” Having too much appreciation of the ridiculous to be angry”for long, (and don't you need it in S.D.W0?)9 we forgave her and set about reuning. Having also an appreciation of the priorities, we unfolded the chairs, broke out the necessities from the esky, settled back with a couple of iced tubes and remarked in plaintive, suitably-loud voices that we couldn't have lunch yet, as we'd first have to pitch the tent and stow the gear because rain was threatening. And lo a good fairy appeared beside us and the good fairy was Margaret Putt 3 and each hand was prof erring one of Putto's johnny cakes and if you haven't tasted Putto's johnny cakes, you've missed the next best thing to sex. Lunch over and tent up, we made our first inspection of the S.B.W. hectares comprising Coolana. From the group near the terrace earmarked for the reunion campfire, we proceeded down the road past the spot where the Browns were dining in regal seclusion - until latex corners blossomed their site into a satellite village. Not the Snow Browns, mark you Page 20 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. the Kath and Jim Browns. The Snow-Browns, along with the Don Finches, had given advance notice of nonattendance due to high states of being in the pudding club. Had they forgotten that Woods Creek reunion years ago, with Kath McInnes looking the shape of an uncOoked damper? No panic, you'll remember Debbie didn't arrive for another 36 hours. Whew! Suddenly, as we rounded a curve and dipped over a hill, our ears were assailed. by sounds of voices commanding, hammers hammering and female chattering. And right there, before our boggling eyes was a skeletons the skeleton of a monstrous shelter shed, with foremen Gray, Shappert, Beck, Hodgson, Cotton and Vaattiliottis (as Spiro said, you can't spell these Greek names in striae) supervising a whole anthill of workers. How was that for opportunism? A reunionfull of journeymen, wives and sweethearts. And if you cybernetics merchants ever wanted a lesson in control, you got it when someone hit Hans Beck's finger with a heavy setting maul. In deference to the ladies and the kids, not a syllable escaped his grimacing lips. But, oh myi did his Adam's apple work overtime. With the trusses up, a truce was called, buckets were filled from the laidon water supply, and we dispersed to our respective camp sites, spread over the hillside from the camp fire to the lush green banks by the river. Came dark, the fun began. Under the batton of maestro Bob Younger, by the light of the PuttHajinaketas bonfire, we romped melodiously through the song sheet, to the accompaniment of Bob Hodgson's and Peter Scandrett's mouth organs. Interspersed, of course, with literary, dramatic (?) and comic gems along the way. Dot Butler spun us the great Gilbertian yarn of the “Nancy Bell”. An “elderly naval man” in the form of a whitebearded Jim Brown, with crew by way of Barry Wallace, Craig Shappert, Bob Younger, Spiro and midshipmite Susan Gray and various others .. ….. gave a hitch to his trousers which Is a trick all seamen lam, And having got rid of a thumping quid He spun this painful yarn.”

We were then regaled with the story of how J.B. was marooned with his fellow mariners and in the last dire distress of starvation ate them all up (even Spiro!) until in the end: ” He never larfs, and he never smiles Ana he never larks nor plays, But he sits and croaks, and a single joke He has, which is to says 'Oh, I am the cook, and the captain bold And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bosun tight and the midshipmite And the crew of the captain's gig.' Lest we should doubt their virtuosity, a quartet of the same crew, miraculously reincarnated, with Jim Brown as the chairleech, recreated the February general meeting of the Burning Palms Chapter of the Blood, suckers of Australia. Commencing with their entreaty to the Great Leech Above: Page 21 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. a a.41 “Blood, blood, beautiful blood, Warms your inside when you're crawling through mud, So send us a scout troop, We don't care what blood group, And see us go loop-loop For their beautiful blood.” They continued their deliberations until walkers were seen coming down the Squeeze Hole track, when they closed with the anthem: “With joy we watch our prey parade Over mossy logs thru' jungle shade Resting their limbs in grassy glade - In grassy glade. And always we have found before They bring to us a goodly store Of flowing, red, nutritious gore. Bushwalkers, bushwalkers, Our old bloody mates!” Next in line was Owen Marks, usurping S.A.Premier Don Dunstan's poetry-reading talents. He chose a 40-page story, drama, tragedy and comedy (with Owen, it had to be all four) on the theme, “The Lady Jane was tall and slim, The Lady Jane was fair3 And Sir Thomas, her Lord, was stout of limb, But his cough was short, and his eyes were dim, And he wore green “specs” with a tortoiseshell rim, And his hat was remarkably broad in the brim, And she was uncommonly fond of him, And they were a loving pair.” But alas and alacki There was also another lover. Dung Khan, the Dalai Lama, was just loosening his vocal chords for a special request 5 but was eclipsed by the sudden onset of the initiation of new members. Carol Gibbons, Rudolph Werner, Frank Roberts, Stephen Knightley, Bill Blackburn and John Fox were blindfolded, paired off and given spoons and billies of porridge with which to feed each other. Bill Blackburn's beard adorned with smears of goo is a sight to make even strong men split their sides, but alas i the expected sight of “Stephanie” Knightley's long blonde locks encased in porridge did not eventuate because Frank Roberts was just too, too wily. He instructed Stephanie to blow and simply followed the aeolian pathway to the target. Shame! Among all this, it was discovered that Robyn Preston has always excaped initiation. A wild bush chase in the dark failed to capture her, but - .shekee.21 As signals from the subsidiary fire made it known that supper was nearly cooked, Helen Gray was inducted as our new President with that unique mixture of pomp and comic relief that only hoary Past Presidents and the S.B,W. rabble can amalgamate. As our fourth woman President, Helen was vested with the President's symbols of office. Jim Brown, Page 22 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 19760 Barry Wallace, Spiro Hajindketas, Frank Rigby, Bob Younger and Ron Knightley were enough to hang her with Harry Savage's beautifully oarved horn flannel- flower, clasped hands, boot and map of Australia. Plus, of course, the Bone. The moment for salivating now having arrived, we all queued up for the snag sandwiches and tomato sauce. Women and children last, would you believe? Sunday morning brought back the hammering hammers again as the roof went up on the shed, the Frank Bigbys cooked their breakfast in last night's embers, Don Matthews lurked over all With his telephoto lens, and the damper contest proceeded. Some there were reluctant to enter the contest, pleading that they had no flour. But Spiro, that master politician who disarms all logic, produced ten kilos of it, free! At 10.30, the cry of “Hero Come The Judge!” called the asseMbled cooks and onlookers to attention. For the benefit of new members - and, we hope, for some of the cooks - the Judge explained that a damper contest, as all could see from the results displayed, is divided into a number of subsections s the true, or damper subsection; the chapattie subsection; the johnnycake subsection; the meadow-cake subsection; and the charcoal subsection. Moreover, it is an art, fit only for the purist; with flour, water and salt as the only permissible ingredients - no additivas like eggs, butter, milk, sticks, raw sausages, rum or dirt from under the fingernails. Possessing, himself, a slight pollution of the taste buds, he called upon a substitute taster in the form of Helen Rowen, who showed her true diplomacy by declaring a dead heat, one female and one male - the creators thereof being Joan Rigby and Frank Roberts. “And they used Ely flour!” bemoaned the dethroned champion, Spiro. As we repaired to the river where hardy types like Bob Hodgson, Jim Vatiliotis, Peter Stitt and various kinder went for a voluntary swim (and Dot Stitt went for a not-so-voluntary, one), we were joined by the Frank Youngs from across the river by canoe, Rowan ma and pa from Bundanoon, and the Raymondes, with Dorothy Hasluck, from being lost the night before. They had. read. the instructions and knew there'd be a sign to point the way. But who, in the dark and tharain, would know that a sign saying “M.B.S.” was actually “S.B.W.” upside down? And so the weekend was nearly over. We went back to our fire, eased our way between the vaa..ious McInneses who'd taken it over, emptied the eaky, folded the chairs and motored home. But not, of course, before consulting Jim Brown's computer which had faithfully kept track of the pulsating hordes to record 58 adults including 20 with more than 20 years' membership apiece, plus 20 children and Geoffrey McInnes. 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Everything for the bushwalker from blankets and air mattresses, stretchers, boots, compasses, maps, books, stoves and lamps to cooking ware and freeze dried and dehydrated foods. 69 LIVERPOOL ST. SYDNEY – 26-2686 61-7215 Page 24 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS Annual subscriptions are now due and the rates are:- Ordinary member $8,50 Married couple $10.50 Student member $5,00' Non-active member s1.50 plus $4.00 for magazine if required Magazine subscriptions for non,members $4.00 Subscriptions may be paid to Jim Vatiliotis (Treasurer) or John Holly in the club rooms or may be posted teg, The Treasurer, The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O. Sydney. 2001. Note:- Receipts for payments by cheque will not be posted out unless requested. * WALKS NOTES.by Len Newland. The winter walks programme is due for publication shortly, so I would like to ask all members to consider walks for that programme now. The walks for May are:- 7, 8, 9 - A test walk at Kanangra Walls presented by Tom Wenman. 8, 9 Barbara Evans and Ian Waltmarsh have ,a medium standard walk from Wentworth Falls to Et.- Solitary. Sunday 9 – Another test walk, this time at Cowan. The leader is Peter Miller. 8 23 - Victor Lewin presents the sequel to his grand tour in Lamington National Park last year. 14,15,16 - Neville Page is giving an on-site lesson in finding your way about - at Bonnum Pic, where this ability can be very useful. 14,15,16 - Hans Beck leads a 36 km walk on the Nattai River. Sunday 16 - A nice pleasant day in the hands of Gladys Roberts at Bobbin Head. 21,22,23 - Another test walk at Kanangra, led on this occasion by Tony Marshall. Page 25 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976. May-. . 21,22,23 In the Yerranderie area, Bill Burke is running another walk of test standard from Bat's Camp. Sunday 23 Margaret Reid's outing from Wondabyne to Pindar Cave an easy day walk. Please board the 8.30 C train in the last carriage. Wondabyne station is so small that this is the only carriage that stops at the platform. 28,29,30 Walks from a base camp at Airly (Glen Davis area), led. by John Redfern. 28,29,30 Hilltop to the Nattai River with Barbara Evans. Sunday 30 Joe Marton leads the way to Mt. Solitary and all the scenic wonder of the Blue Mountains at Katoomba. A very early start. The Bundoena Marley walk. Travel by relaxing ferry to nice seabord bush, led by David Ingram. * OBSERVER'S NOTEBOOK The stork has certainly been busy this month: Sunday 30 Firstly, t have decid And to Don Congratula friends. o Snow Brown and Clarrio was b ed to call Ross'. and Heather Finch, a daughter tions to both couples from all orn a son, whom they by name of KyliP. your bushwalking be movi phen hol ion Dale Hire Off esign th for ale to make of these ng to Melbourne ds two official gate (with Commi icer. Becauseof GS0 positions wh ction at the May a nomination, or positions, come positions ttee his ich Stephen Harvey will soon because of a job transfer. Ste with the Club; that of Federat representation) and Equipment transfer, Stephen has had to r means they will be thrown open General Meeting. If you wish volunteer yourself for either along to the May meeting. Page 26 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April 1976 OWEN'S THEATRE PARTY A theatre party has been organised by Owen Marks to see. the Swedish film version of “The Magic Flute” on Monday 3rd. May. Price per seat is S2.50. If interested speak to Owen and reserve your place/s. His telephone number is 30.1827. BUSHWALKER5' BARBECUE EVENING A barbecue is to be held in honour of Ray M. Tyson to celebrate his retirement. You are invited to attend the function which is to be held at Colin Putt's place, 65 Burdett Street Hornsby. The date is Friday night 14th. May, 1976, commencing at 6.30 p m. Subscription: $3,00 per head. Bring your spouse etc. This cost is to cover presentation to Pay, and Salads, Tea, Coffee etc. You should provide your favourite cut of meat and grog. also Bring your own eating irons, cup, plates and glass, song book. There will be a campfire singsong as well. Should you desire to stay the night bring your sleeping bag etc. The event will be held wet or fine and cover will be provided in the event of rain. R.S.V.P. NOT LATER THAN: 8th, May 1976, and enclose your cheque, money order etc. to cover the cost, to N. Melville, 90 Beaconsfield Road, CHATSWOOD N.S.W. 2067. Telephone 412,1653

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