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--- 198403 [2016/03/17 15:39] – [BUSHWAIKER RECIPE - HUMUS] id it was about another two miles. By 5.30 we gave up and took the first reasonable clearing. It sloped a little, but not too badly. In no time we had parked. ourselves on the flattest spots, then wined and dined under the star kclacher
+++ 198403 [2016/03/17 15:44] (current) – [Established June 1931] kclacher
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 |BUSINESS MANAGER:  |Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. Telephone 871-1207.  |
 |PRODUCTION MANAGER:  |Helen Gray  |
-|TYPIST:  |Kath Brown.  |
+|TYPIST:  |Kath Brown  |
 |DUPLICATOR OPERATORS:  |Barbara Evans and George Gray  |
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 |Projectionist  |Frank Woodgate  | |
-* Indicates members of the Committee
+* Indicates members of the Committee.
 ===== KANANGRA TO CARLONS =====
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 "Carra Beanga Falls," said Brian, while I hastily took a photo.
-George wanted to camp at the junction of Kanangra Creek and what we were calling Sally Camp Creek. (Actually, this junction is of Kanangra Creek and Kanangra River - Sally Camp Creek flows into the Kanangra River.) 4 pm arrived, and no Sally Camp Creek. George reckoned we were nearly there; Brian satally unfit for human consumption. On the other hand, I suppose, if you were to eat it (especially when it is four days old) it is possible that the Kowmung flies will leave you severely alone.
+George wanted to camp at the junction of Kanangra Creek and what we were calling Sally Camp Creek. (Actually, this junction is of Kanangra Creek and Kanangra River - Sally Camp Creek flows into the Kanangra River.) 4 pm arrived, and no Sally Camp Creek. George reckoned we were nearly there; BGOODWEEGEND. =====
+by Jim Brown.
+In the February and March magazines you will find a group of bushwalker recipes, featuring a mixture called "PESTO".
+On seeing this word my first reaction was "Ah, good, something to discourage the flies that swarm along the Kowmung". Then I discovered people were actually supposed to eat it, even when it is four days old. As it contains a clove of garlic, even my jaded, pickled and smoked taste-buds would certainly reject it as totally unfit for human consumption. On the other hand, I suppose, if you were to eat it (especially when it is four days old) it is possible that the Kowmung flies will leave you severely alone.
 I recall an old walking crony of mine, Roy Bruggy, used to say "The bugs are pretty smart, you know. They know what they're doing. Take dried potato, now - you can keep it for months and they won't get into it. They know what's good for them." Another Roy (Braithwaite) always used to describe the dehydrated meat and vegetables we took on longer trips as "fertiliser".
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 Getting back to the Pesto, I think I can foresee a future for it, and perhaps even T.V. advertising like - "When you're on a good thing, stick to it". Maybe - "Don't forget to take your Pesto......AVAGOODWEEGEND".
-===== AN ODE TO 18-TONNE TESS AND SPINDLY SAM. =====
+===== AN ODE TO 18-TONNE TESS AND SPINDLY SAM =====
 (Pool of Siloam, Walls of Jerusalem; January 1984)\\
 by Peter Harris (with appropriate apologies)
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 Some canvas-bloody-gaiters for these tiger-bloody-snakes.
-===== THE ALPINE WALK JANUARY 1984. =====
+===== THE ALPINE WALK JANUARY 1984 =====
-by Meryl Watman.
+by Meryl Watman
-Leader; Bob Younger. With Christa Younger, Shirley Dean and M. Watman.
+Leader; Bob Younger. With Christa Younger, Shirley Dean and M. Watman
 From Valhalla to Tom Groggin, the Victorian sector of the Alpine Walk, is approx. 400 km - 160 km of foot tracks, the balance access fire trails, old logging tracks and short distances on road.  The countless peaks and radiating spurs seem from the tops of Feathertop and Bogong give a bird's eye view of what must be a very challenging plod yet walkers, many alone, cover it each summer in four to six weeks.
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 km of Alpine Walk - well, that remains a challenge.
-===== FERRY TRIP ON HAWKESBURY RIVER. =====
+===== FERRY TRIP ON HAWKESBURY RIVER =====
 How: Comfortable modern Ferry:\\
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 For further details contact SANDY JOHNSON - Tel. 48-3500.
-===== AMENDMENTS TO THE CONSTITUTION. =====
+===== AMENDMENTS TO THE CONSTITUTION =====
 At the Annual General Meeting' on 14th March the following Constitutional Amendments, moved by Gordon Lee and seconded by Bill Capon, and discussed and voted on jointly, were CARRIED:-
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 The Constitutional Amendment to Clause 5(e) of the Constitution moved by Spiro Hajinakitas and seconded by Jo Van Sommers, was LOST.
-===== SOCIAL NOTES FOR APRIL. =====
+===== SOCIAL NOTES FOR APRIL =====
 |April 4  |Committee Meeting  |
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 |April 25  |Anzac Day - being a public holiday, the Club will be closed.  |
-===== ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS 1984. =====
+===== ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTIONS 1984 =====
 The annual subscription6 decided upon at the Annual General Meeting on 14th March are as follows:-\\
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 The subscriptions for Prospective Members, Non-active Members, and Non-active Members with Magazine posted will be decided by the Committee and notified in April magazine.
-===== BUSHWALKER RECIPE - HUMUS =====
-A Healthy Spread for Bread, Biscuits\\
-From Evelyn Walker
-1/2 cups cooked chick Ped6 (soak overnight) - Simmer for 2 hours.\\
-small onion, minced + 1 clove. of garlic, crushed\\
-1/2 tablespoons tahini (sesame paste) + tbspn. oil lemon juice\\
-tablespoon tamari sauce (or soy sauce)\\
-Blend well to form a spread - it will keep on a trip for several days.\\
-===== GREAT WESTERN TIERS AND CENTRAL PLATEAU TASMANIA. =====
-December 1983 to 9 January 1984.\\
-by A Pawn.
-As we were sitting around our campfire on the second night out Spiro announ9ed that he had been specially commissioned as a reliable reporter of this walk, so Jo put her notebook away, apparently in a bit of a huff. Joan was carefully entering up her diary every day so perhaps the rest of this account comes from her. Who knows? Perhaps one of the pawns on the chessboard, observing the players, is responsible.
-Peter Harris, our leader, played the role of the King.  Peter's slides and descriptions of his last expedition to New Zealand; his consequent vow never to go walking again; followed by his memorable birthday walk when savories were served on silver trays; all made the prospective trippers somewhat apprehensive about what lay in store for them. On the one hand they were reassured by the detailed itinerary that Peter provided, complete down to each campsite; on the other they were frightened by the large numbers of club members who said "You can't....or surely you're not going to carry two weeks food!" Peter's reputation for having an iron
-constitution also took a bit of a hiding when he succumbed to some deadly bacon (we all took our own food for breakfast on the first four days). Although he was carrying a large first aid kit, and amusing himself by suggesting various parts of the anatomies of the other members that he could doctor with it, this pawn noticed that the treatment seemed to consist entirely of slugs of scotch. It must have worked, because he was able to lead us on a day walk to Forty Lakes Peak, from whose summit at least that many lakes and tarns could be seen. We knew he was better: next morning when he burst into "I'm in the mood for love...." I'm afraid I didn't understand why he claimed this mood was only satisfied  at Christmas, on his birthday, and when the Labor Party wins?'
-Joan Cooper played the Queen. Joan was always out in front, claiming that she falls into a slothful dawdle if she walks at the rear. On New Year's Day we climbed the Walls of Jerusalem in a gale. "This is terrific," says Joan, "Just like the Western Arthurs, although unfortunately we haven't got our packs on today." How she enjoyed crashing through the scrub to Lake Zeus on the day we came off the Mountains of Jupiter. The rest of the party were busy negotiating the prickly richea, teetering on huge rocks, with nasty glimpses of the creek a long dark way down, unwrapping themselves from the prostrate pine gripping the ankles, and gingerly picking a way on matted branches which may or may not have firm ground underneath. She thought it was a pity we only had this sort of scramble once. Joan carried all the desserts. As soon as we got into camp she was whipping up a cheesecake, a custard, jelly, a gadding, soaking the dried fruit..... the Queen produced just about every
-dessert except tarts. (The King regretted this and had to be satisfied with his little fantasies about nymphs at every lake.)
-Spiro Hajinakitas was the White Knight. Into camp, the fire is lit and the cry "Tea's made" echoes before you have your tent up. Spiro is a very careful watcher of what's going on when someone else is cooking food is precious you know and that black stuff on the bottom of the billy is perfectly edible. For the first three days the White Knight claims to be collapsing from starvation although everyone else complains that they are not losing any weight on the rations provided. He claims to be able to sleep only while it is dark, and this is a bit of a problem, as it is still light after nine at night and dawn comes before five.  Still, it's nice to get an early morning cup of tea, in bed yet! On our one rainy dinner night we even got apricots and jelly served in the tents!
-Bill Burke played the Black Knight, planning the deployment of his rations in a most efficient fashion. He spent considerable time each day doing mental arithmetic with an air of serious consideration. Is he aspiring to join Mensa or perhaps to sit for the Public Service exam again? This pawn, being privy to his mind, can tell you his train of thought - "Let's see now, the macaroni cheese is going to be spaghetti cheese and the spaghetti is going to be rice and a bit of macaroni saved, and the rice is going to be announced later; we'll take a bit of peccarini from the lunch-ration and stretch the edam over another day; the porridge people can have a handful of sultanas this morning but we won't say anything about it to those muesli people, they're supposed to be hungry." The whole party of eight worked as one food group and each person carried about 8,500 grams bought from a list supplied by the Black Knight. This was the weight of communal food; in addition everyone brought bread or biscuits for themselves for nine days, until the damper came on stream. Bill even had things worked out so that everyone's share of communal food diminished by comparable amounts each day. However, he was outfoxed by the wee shy creatures of the bush, as I shall shortly relate.
-The White Bishop was played by George Gray. George carried half the communal billies, especially adapted by him to fit together. Playing a good Bishop's game, George was always taking his own path, somewhat angentially to that of others, but always in a position to get back quickly. In the first week we all suffered from an excess of sunshine (can this be Tassie?) and none more so than George. We were treated to the sight of him tripping over the button grass in a very strange garment - was it a kilt? a dhoti? (George hasn't been the same since he was in India, they say) - a skirt? (some problem with his gender identity?). Wrong, it's a tablecloth!
-On New Year's Eve we spotted a possum boldly ransacking a pack, and.during the night George surprised an intruder actually inside the plastic bag lining his pack. He had it by the neck but let it go; later he regretted this charitable action when he found that the dear little thing had actually gnawed through the bottom of his new pack, severed its straps, and made off with his extra salami and a packet of orange barley powder, and left three punctures in a plastic bottle which lost its contents. The same night the little furry creature or his/her mates chewed a large hole in the King's pack and made off with fifteen bucks' worth of ham spec. At the base of the Walls of Jerusalem there is a possum, or Tasmanian devil, or perhaps a tiger-cat, still sleeping off the effects of its grand orgy. We, on the other hand, went soberly to bed at ten. Just goes to show; if we'd roistered noisily all night we'd have been better off in the morning.
-Jo van Sommers was the Black Bishop; another cunning intellectual type with a secret plan to divide her load in two and do the initial climb up the Higgs Track twice - once with the first half and again with the second half. She had thought the Christmas week would be a great way to train for long immersion in cold waters, but not so good for hot climbs, and was quite amazed to find the 2000 ft up through the beech forest was quite manageable after all. How did the canny Bishop get her pack down to 44 lbs when most people had 54 or 55 and two had 60 lbs? It was noticed that she never changed her clothes, had no towel or toiletries other than a tiny toothbrush, felt slippers instead of spare shoes one pair of newish Hercules which lasted the distance without any problem, thermal underwear which is much lighter than woolen trousers, shirt and singlet. The carriers of heavy loads must have had items from the optional list - indeed men were shaving in mirrors, changing their smalls daily without doing any washing, producing clean shirts on the last day. Bill even pulled out an unworn and immaculate pair of long trousers from the bottom of his pack at the end of the walk.
-Dick Mason was the Black Rook, covering a lot of territory. He was a great explorer and bird-watcher. On the evening of our most beautiful campsite, near the summit of the Mountains of Jupiter, beside a tarn and sheltered by a natural amphitheatre, the Rook was far away exploring the Traveller Range as dinner was nearing completion. Spiro's tapeworm was becoming very vocal at the delay so Dick was summonsed back in haste so that the serving ceremony could begin. It was a calm and lovely evening, so everyone set off for the summit, leaving Spiro tending the damper over the dying fire, although he ran to catch us up and view the sunset over the magnificent outline of the DuCane Range in the Cradle Mountain-Lake St. Clair National Park. Everyone who had walked the Overland Track agreed that the view from the east is much superior to anything seen with the Park itself, even when its peaks are scaled. Two days later we camped for the last time on the Plateau and watched storm clouds rushing through the DuCane Gap and dissipating over the Mersey Valley after sprinkling us an their way.
-Spiro put a stop to the Rook's meanderings by putting him in charge of damper-making that night. Dick turned out a fine specimen, although cynics said that under Spiro's directions anyone could do it. Not in the rain, surely.
-Jim Percy played the role of the White Rook. Jim lapped up the longer days of walking, like Day Four from Lake Nameless to Pencil Pine Tarn, which was so hot in the morning that everyone fell asleep during the lunch stop, but later compensated for this by rambling around exploring the numerous pretty lakes set in rocks and pines in the evening.  The trip was well planned with alternate day walks and pack-carrying journeys in the first week, so Day Six gave the Rooks another chance to stretch their legs, again in the heat, from nine to five including a side trip to climb Mt.Jerusalem. But Day Eight was damp, some of the tents had shipped water (how come George always got wet in a tent that didn't leak? Why was Spiro seen throwing his chattels out first and
-announcing that he was going home to mother? What was our cheerless bleeder doing changing his fly in the middle of the night?), so we walked around the lakes instead of venturing on to the windy tops. The next day was damp too, but Jim's tent was cosy under the Pines while the rest of the party enjoyed the dark warmth of the hut at Junction Lake. He could have cooked inside if necessary, but instead it turned out that he carried the stove and fuel for the whole way just for the exercise. One would have thought that the Rook would enjoy the breakneck gallop along the Overland Track after we crashed down from the plateau on Day 13, but he wasn't happy with the "crowds" of other walkers and the "civilized" state of the track.
-The party took the long way home via the Cuvier Valley, where most of the mud was dry and the buttongrass afforded a quick passage. I am happy to be able to report that they are all still speaking to each other and are planning a reunion. The Leader did not master the rules and strategies of chess in one lesson, the Queen was persuaded not to pat the cute little Tasmanian devil that came close to the campfire, the Knights did not let us starve, the devious Bishops did not overdo the deep conversations scientific and political, the rangy Rooks finally came home to roost. Thus the game was satisfactorily concluded.
-===== AVAGOODWEEGEND. =====
-by Jim Brown.
-In the February and March magazines you will find a group of bushwalker recipes, featuring a mixture called "PESTO".
-On seeing this word my first reaction was "Ah, good, something to discourage the flies that swarm along the Kowmung". Then I discovered people were actually supposed to eat it, even when it is four days old. As it contains a clove of garlic, even my jaded, pickled and smoked taste-buds would certainly reject it as to