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- | ======The Sydney Bushwalker.====== | + | Like the song says, maybe I __do__ dream about climbing from morning till night, but you don't always get it good. Like this time I'm going to tell you about. |
- | A monthly bulletin of matters | + | Duncan and me and Cameron and Gerry have just been ten days up the head of the Matuki, hoping to climb that inhospitable heap Mt. Thundergut not to mention sundry others, but the weather has been nothing if not lousy so we have come out again with nothing up our sleeves except you might say snow chuff. In between spine-bashing in our fleabags and digging a great monstrous snow-cave which we don't manage to live in anyhow because who would with a nice warm dry hut close by, we do a few real pioneering excursions over the Bonar Glacier. The glacier is carved up with God knows how many crevasses only you can't see them in the whiteout, and a muckle great number of them you can't see anyhow because they have a light snow roof over them. In spite of his Doctor of Science degree Duncan is not all that educated with respect to slots and he spends a goodly part of his time falling into them. |
- | Box No. 4476, G.P.O. Sydney. Phone 843985 | + | So like I said we've given the Matukl away and have come out to Wanaka and are waiting for a bus to take us over the Haast Pass to the West Coast side. By jingo the weather had better be better over there or Hughie will be getting his face smashed in. |
- | |**Editor**|Frank Rigby, 3/24 Ocean Street, Cronulla. 5234475| | + | With an hour to bus time we gets to looking at the local burg and we sees this new two-storey building going up and up top, leaning over the parapet, is one of those wheel thingos that they use to haul up barrow loads of bricks and mortar. |
- | |**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford. 865617| | + | |
- | |**Typist**|Shirley Dean, 30 Hannah St, Beecroft.| | + | |
- | |**Sales & Subscriptions**|Neville Page, 22 Hayward St. Kingsford. 343536| | + | |
- | ====376 April, 1966 Price 10c.==== | + | "What an archaic device," murmurs Duncan, meaning that they could do a lot better with one of those monstrous great cantilever cranes you see on top of Goldfields House etcetera. " |
- | =====Contents.===== | + | Duncan replies this way, that in the interests of scientific enquiry no man's property is his own.... moral scruples such as Gerry is sadly exhibiting have held back the march of scientific progress a thousand years... take Galillio.... We let Duncan rave on but I am spending my thinking time on other things I can do with more of and don't have much of right now one of them being for example food. So me and Cameron and Gerry wander off and cram ourselves into the village store and cram a goodly assortment of commestables into our stomachs, and when we emerge what do we see but the bus has arrived and Duncan has just finished helping the driver load our packs into the luggage compartment. Looks like they needed a rear-end loader for the last one. |
- | | | |Page| | + | Well, we gets into the bus and eight hours later are flung out at some crazy spot on the west coast wilderness. Up yonder |
- | |Editorial - Our Magazine| | 2| | + | |
- | |Bold Wozziborn|Dot Butler| 3| | + | |
- | |The Annual General Meeting|J.Brown| 7| | + | |
- | |Our Reunion|Frank Rigby|10| | + | |
- | |A Visit to the " | + | |
- | |Abseiling in Canyons|J. Hallman|15| | + | |
- | |Social Notes| |15| | + | |
- | |Variety is the Spice of Life|N. Page|16| | + | |
- | |One More Month|Observer|18| | + | |
- | |Day Walks| |20| | + | |
- | =====Advertisements.===== | + | Well the bus has left us and we don't get any bonus for hanging around so we shoulders our packs and away. Godawlmighty! mine is weighing nothing if not half a ton and I am wondering did I really pack in so much garbage that I can hardly stand upright but go buckling at the knees like I'm half tight. |
- | | |Page| | + | We shambles over the grey monotonous moraine type stones for hour after hour and it' |
- | |Mountain Equipment| 6| | + | |
- | |Paddy's|11| | + | |
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+ | So before I can say anything they have me grabbed and strung up, and there is Duncan explaining that he is going to lower me into the crevasse and he will then proceed to bring me out easily and painlessly and all the rest of the rhubarb that only Duncan can spout forth when he's really steamed up. I can see I'll get exactly nowhere arguing, what with them being three to one. Better get it over quickly, so I poise myself on the brink, shout "Goff, goff and we're off!" and leap into the blue depths. | ||
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+ | I am brought to a rib-crushing stop 120 ft. down, just short of a needle-sharp stalagmite of ice that is sticking up. Duncan is shouting abuse from above and it appears he's peeved at me for jumping before he had time to put his gloves on so that he got his hands burnt. | ||
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+ | The next step in the big rescue is he shoots my pack in tied to the other end of the rope. It is, of course, heavier than me, and as it comes hurtling down I goes roaring up. The pack frame gives me a hefty welt as it screams past me, and I continue on up to crash my head on the overhung lip of the crevasse and get my whiskers tangled up in the pulley. | ||
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+ | Seeing that the loaded pack is heavier than me, the good old No.3 mylon stretches an extra couple of feet which is just enough to make it reach the aforesaid ice stalagmite. This rips up the side of my beaut Mountain Mule and out pours the stones. | ||
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+ | The pack, now lighter than met comes rushing up again and deals me a glancing blow on the hip as I pass it on my way down again. When I come to rest I find I am pinned by the seat of my pants to the stalagmite. At this stage I must have lost my nerve because I untie the rope, so the pack comes hurtling down again and whacks me a severe blow on the head. | ||
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+ | I am making huge efforts to extricate myself, what time I'm shouting choice excerpts of the Queen' | ||
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+ | Like I said, it's all right to have dreams about climbing, but you don't always get it good. | ||
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