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+ | =====Editorial - Our Magazine.===== | ||
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+ | By and large, our Club magazine will be about as good as members and prospective members like to make it. Unlike commercial magazines, we rely entirely on ourselves, the readers, to supply the contributions. On this basis, it goes without saying that the more effort that we, as a whole, put into it, the more enjoyment we will all get out of it. Undoubtedly, | ||
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+ | Naturally, interesting and well-written material has the most appeal. But ours is a Club of bushwalkers, | ||
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+ | To provide some sort of guidance, the Editor lists below the types of contributions for which the magazine hungers. The list is by no means exhaustive - you probably have ideas too, so let's have them. | ||
+ | (a) Accounts of bushwalking, | ||
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+ | (b) Bushwalking fiction, fantasy and philosophy. | ||
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+ | (c) Letters to the Editor. (These can be really stimulating!) | ||
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+ | (d) Cartoons with a bushwaiking flavour. | ||
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+ | (e) General articles on topics that would appeal to bushwalking types. | ||
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+ | (f) Snippets of current gossip and happenings for the "One More Month" series. (Editor to collect those by special request of the author.) | ||
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+ | (g) Contributions for a series called something like "The Trip I'll Never Forget" | ||
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+ | (h) Profiles of personalities in the bushwalking movement. | ||
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+ | (i) Poems, humourous verse, ditties, jokes etc. | ||
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+ | (j) Conservation items. | ||
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+ | (k) Outstanding material from other kindred magazines. (Please bring to Editor' | ||
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+ | The normal deadline (every Editor' | ||
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+ | =====Bold Wozziborn.===== | ||
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+ | (Tune: Bill Brink). Dot Butler. | ||
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+ | There once was a walker called Why Wozziborn\\ | ||
+ | Who dreamt about climbing from night until morn;\\ | ||
+ | He'd take his friends climbing, the old and the new,\\ | ||
+ | He'd even take charlies who hadn't a clue. | ||
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+ | On his first canyon trip a brash newcomer came -\\ | ||
+ | His climbing was poor and he abseiled the same,\\ | ||
+ | He used every gadget both shining and new\\ | ||
+ | To show off the fact that he hadn't a clue. | ||
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+ | When it came to long abseils this lad had a toy | ||
+ | Which he'd haul out all smiling with oodles of joy;\\ | ||
+ | Chrome-plated and polished, it gleamed in the sun,\\ | ||
+ | Cooling-fins bristling and weighing a ton - | ||
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+ | In wait for an abseil - a descent from the skies -\\ | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | It hung at his belt in his gleaming array\\ | ||
+ | Lurking for nylon to melt down and fray. | ||
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+ | Steep Davies Canyon has many a spot\\ | ||
+ | For a mighty beaut abseil with quite a long drop\\ | ||
+ | And the swivel-necked swamp-(t)its all jostle to see\\ | ||
+ | The climbers who gamble with death for no fee. | ||
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+ | Now our lad, having come to a strenuous climb,\\ | ||
+ | Adjusted his brain-child around his lifeline,\\ | ||
+ | Flipped off the rope ends, checked the belay,\\ | ||
+ | Gave a spring downward and hurtled away. | ||
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+ | O how can I tell of the horror and pain\\ | ||
+ | Of that dreadful descent and his fall into shame\\ | ||
+ | For his britches did strip on the infernal device\\ | ||
+ | Which exposed his anatomy - let that suffice. | ||
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+ | Down at the Club where the Bushwalkers go\\ | ||
+ | Whywozzi tells a story and he ought to know;\\ | ||
+ | He says down in Davies a climber resides\\ | ||
+ | Hanging from a frayed rope still held by his strides. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | "What an archaic device," | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | Well, we gets into the bus and eight hours later are flung out at some crazy spot on the west coast wilderness. Up yonder the icy mass of the Fox Glacier comes hurtling down a good 10 thousand feet from the Main Range to sea level, and up it we have to lug our packs and snow-shovels, | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | We shambles over the grey monotonous moraine type stones for hour after hour and it's beginning to get more than somewhat tedious. I wonder am I sickening for something on account of my pack is beginning to be getting almost too much for me. Then we comes to the white ice and Boy, is she cut up with crevasses! | ||
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+ | " | ||
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+ | " | ||
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+ | "For this experiment," | ||
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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. | ||
+ | |||
+ | =====At The Annual General Meeting.===== | ||
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+ | Jim Brown. | ||
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+ | It was 7.40 p.m. when the President called attention of the big business event of the year, the Annual General. There was one new member to welcome - David Constable - and enquiries to be made about two members elected during the year and not since sighted. One was remoured to be at Newcastle. | ||
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+ | After the minutes of the February meeting had been " | ||
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+ | Correspondence contained advice that a body known as Associated Sports Clubs was meeting on 15th March and hoped to arrange Club Rooms in the redevolopment of the Hotel Sydney, that Federation Reunion would be at Murphy' | ||
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+ | Jack Gentle at this stage welcomed Stan Lumsden' | ||
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+ | Without further ado we received and adopted the Annual Report, to which Brian Harvey commented that it was good to see a total membership exceeding 300 and also so many names of members who had survived 28 to 35 years of membership. | ||
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+ | Gordon Redmond presented the Annual Financial Statement and his motion of adoption was seconded... by the Auditor. Gordon went into some detail about the statements, emphasizing that our accounts were kept on a rigid annual basis, with no " | ||
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+ | After we had carried the formal adoption of the statements, Ron Knightley said 10/- a week for 10 years amounted to £260, not too bad for a non-profit organisation, | ||
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+ | Presentation of the February financial statement, the first in dollars showed a commencing figure of $506, income of $37, expenditure of $162 and a concluding balance in the vicinity of $381 with the prospect of a healthy intake for a month or two. | ||
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+ | This took us to the utual suspension of standing orders to permit the election of Club officers while other business proceeded. The time honoured system of voting was adopted and old and trusted firm of scrutineers, | ||
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+ | A list of the officers is given elsewhere and it is sufficient to say that John White became the 21st President, and it looked for a while as though he might reign without a Keeper of Archives until at the very end of proceedings David Ingram was coaxed or coerced into the post of Secretary. | ||
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+ | There was no Walks Report available, and apart from the news that the proposed Caravan Park off Wakehurst Parkway at Narrabeen would not be developed, the remaining items in the Parks and Playgrounds Report were completely suburban in character. | ||
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+ | Federation Report has already been summarised in the March programme, but it was also suggested that, if accosted by Water Board Rangers in the Blue Mountains Catchment area, it would be as well to have a receipt showing that one was a current member of a walking club - the President implied that this should bring a rapid response to the Treasurer' | ||
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+ | Speaking from the standpoint of the newest member, David Constable asked if a group might be set up to show a friendly interest in new prospectives and suggested. an arrangement to provide supper in the Club Room could be a pleasant social note. Jack Gentle said a Membership sub-committee would be appointed at the next Committee Meeting, but as for supper - ah that had been tried and found wanting - not enough willing workers. Ed. Stretton added not always enough paying for it also. | ||
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+ | That old bone of contention, the Annual Subscription and Entrance Fee was settled with neither a bang nor a whimper. On the Treasurer' | ||
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+ | About this stage Ron Knightley became disturbed because __all__ the Federation Delegates also occupied other Committee positions (Well, why shouldn' | ||
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+ | Alex Colley said recent discussions with the Minister for Lands indicated that he was aware of the S.B.W.' | ||
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+ | With the night drawing toward its close and all positions filled, Kath Brown suggested January was not a good time to select the Reunion site - too many people who may be interested were away on holidays. It was moved and carried that the Reunion site for 1967 be chosen at the Half Yearly meeting in September, when it could be notified on the Agenda. | ||
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+ | The final and fitting stroke of the evening, before Jack Gentle put down the Bone of Office was Alan Rigby' | ||
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+ | =====Club Officiers 1966-7.===== | ||
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+ | |President|John White| | ||
+ | |Vice President|1. Alan Rigby. 2. Jack Gentle| | ||
+ | |Secretary|David Ingram| | ||
+ | |Assistant Secretary|To be elected| | ||
+ | |Treasurer|Gordon Redmond| | ||
+ | |Walks Secretary|Kerry Hore| | ||
+ | |Social Secretary Ruth Constable | ||
+ | |Membership Sec.|Barbara Evans| | ||
+ | |Conservation Sec.|Alex Colley| | ||
+ | |Committee Members|1. Edna Stretton. 2. Sandra Bardwell. 3. Phil Butt. 4. Greg Reading| |Editor|Frank Rigby| | ||
+ | |Parks and Playgrnunds Delegate|Margaret Child| | ||
+ | |Federation Delegates|1. David Ingram. 2. Alan Rigby. 3. Gordon Redmond. 4. Kerry Hore| | ||
+ | |Substitute Fed. Delegates|1. Brian Harvey. 2. Barbara Evans. 3. Phil Butt| | ||
+ | |Trustees|1. Maurice Berry. 2. Joe Turner. 3. Brian Harvey| | ||
+ | |Publications Business Manager|Bill Burke| | ||
+ | |Auditor|Brian Harvey| | ||
+ | |Hon. Solicitor|Colin Broad| | ||
+ | |Tracks and Access Committee Delegate|John White| | ||
+ | |Equipment Hire|Alan Pike| | ||
+ | |Magazine Sales and Subs|Neville Page| | ||
+ | |S & R Contacts|1. Heather Joyce. 2. Elsie Bruggy| | ||
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+ | =====Our Reunion.===== | ||
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+ | Frank Rigby. | ||
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+ | Before it even started, this Reunion was one with a difference - it was born of revolution and controversy. After about fourteen years, Woods Creek had been voted down in favour of a new venue - McArthur' | ||
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+ | A rough road now winds around Coate' | ||
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+ | MacArthur' | ||
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+ | The clouds banked up ominously, the humidity closed in and about 7 p.m. we felt the first drops of rain. Would there be a campfire after all? But Old Hughie held off and in due course the newest member, David Constable, set fire to the pile. To the accompaniment of the first bout of singing led by Paddy. But S.B.W. singing isn't quite what it used to be - the fire seemed to sense this for at first it was a reluctant fire; however, when we encored "Fires Burning" | ||
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+ | Who can remember the details of Reunion campfires? My main memory is that it was a fine one, with something unexpected always round the corner. To recall some items, there was Jack Perry with his shearers' | ||
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+ | When it was all over, two mighty brews of cocoa and coffee soon disappeared into bottomless pits and then some spirited singing began among the group who were left. In the wee small hours, hilarious splashes and shouting from the river could be heard and here and there among the trees little fires glowed - if one listened carefully, one might even have heard the clink of bottle against enamel mug. | ||
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+ | Reunion Sunday mornings are great for the kids - they seem to get up earlier and earlier and yell louder and louder. Anyway, they had lots of fun riding horses and running races, which this year was extended to the adult population as well. Betty Farquhar produced the winning damper and after this the growing heat caused a mass migration to the river. | ||
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+ | Finally, the loaded horses and their attendants posed formally for the photographers and set off on their last portage to the cars. Reuners lazed, lolled and lunched and it was all over bar the pull up Starlights Trail. | ||
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+ | One could sense a general, if not unanimous, feeling that this Reunion could be ranked with the best of them. | ||
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+ | ====Singing Group.==== | ||
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+ | Many people feel that singing around the campfire has lost its vim and vigour, so Barbara Evans and Ruth Constable have plans and hopes of doing something about it. All those interested please contact Barbara or Ruth. | ||
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+ | =====Paddy Made.===== | ||
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+ | You're on the right track with Paddymade gear and a Silva Compass. | ||
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+ | Across country, through bush and over mountains, your friend, the Silva Compass makes it easy to travel direct to your destination. | ||
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+ | The Silva is a precision instrument and is not only guaranteed against defects in materials or workmanship but carries a genuine " | ||
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+ | Model 5 Silva Junior - Simplified induction damped compass £1.5.6. | ||
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+ | Model 3 Liquid damped needle for quick accurate reading £2.3.6. | ||
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+ | Model 10 Liquid filled wrist compass. Especially practical when the compass has to be checked often. | ||
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+ | Model 15TD-CL Many compass experts appraise this model as the world' | ||
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+ | A complete instruction manual with every compass. | ||
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+ | You're in good company with Paddymade Gear and Silva - From - | ||
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+ | Paddy Pallin Pty. Limited | ||
+ | 109A Bathurst Street, 1st Floor, Cnr. George Street, Sydney. 26-2685. | ||
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+ | =====A Visit To The " | ||
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+ | Denise Hull. | ||
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+ | (Denise was a very actve member of the Club until she took up an appointment at Wave Hill Station, as a Nursing Sister about 12 months ago. Her days of adventuring are far from over as you will see in this stirring tale - Editor). | ||
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+ | The word had gone around that the Sister would like to visit the village " | ||
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+ | Over every rut we bounced - there didn't appear to be any smooth parts - every creek we stalled in - poured petrol over the engine, cranked madly and started off again. In the Cam River we were awash, to be towed out ingloriously by the Land Rover - but onward ever onward we struggled with the grog like a carrot ahead of us. At last at 8 p.m. - 104 miles and 6 1/2 hours later we tottered into the " | ||
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+ | A room, quite comfortable, | ||
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+ | After a peaceful night and a substantial breakfast of eggs, sausages and lamb chops - none of these previously seen for months - and supplemented somewhat quaintly by slices of beetroot (perhaps it is a Territorian custom, I do not know) the two vehicles set off - heavily laden. We returned by the same road but the ruts seemed smoother somehow and the going merrier until we reached the Cam River - no mere creek now but a roaring torrent. There was nothing else for it but to camp for the night - 3 p.m. until 9 a.m. next morning, Monday. The load on the vehicles by this time was considerably 1ighter, the atmosphere one of the lighthearted approach to all problems. So the Land Rover set off first - and in a few yards bogged herself completely, irrevocbly and entirely in lovely sloshy mud. Jacks, bags and shovels were brought into play without avail - the jeep was too light to tow her out so finally returned to the property 10 miles back for help. A wait of 2 hours followed until the manager had returned from some part of his several thousand square miles of property - passed pleasantly by the others under the shade of a tree listening to the cricket scores while imbibing the odd tin of Tarax. | ||
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+ | The River Cam was finally successfully negotiated - the opposite bank was a sheer perpendicular mud track. I am not quite clear how we managed that but make it we did about 4 p.m. | ||
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+ | And then the fun started - for some reason known only to our mechanic friend every time we slowed, the engine cut out. This occasioned some pushes by the Land Rover and much cranking to somewhat colourful language. We made headway gradually until the Land Rover broke its front axle! We wrapped the bore mechanic in his swag and left him beside his vehicle - one way and another he didn't seem to care very much. And off we set again. | ||
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+ | And then seven miles from home and at 11 p.m. we bogged - utterly. The only torch - the Sisters, a well trained member of the S.B.W. - had long ago given up the ghost peering into the engine. After several futile attempts we admitted defeat and it was decided that the mechanic to get help, and the Sister, to administer pills already a day late, should head for home, while the others, one of whom was minus shoes, would camp by the vehicle. All the tattered remains of bread and beef had already been consumed by breakfast time, cigarettes and matches were at a premium and though there were cases of lovely warm beer there didn't seem much else. The Sister had one square bottle she had been guarding almost with her life, but the moment was serious and with a magnificent gesture she bequeathed it to comfort those left behind. So off they set - the Sister again remembering her S.B.W. days - had also put in her walking shoes just in case - and now the moment had come - with every footstep - squelch - with every step forward a shoe was left behind in the lovely rich loamy soil. We ploughed on up the sodden, rutted road; the clouds got lower and lower; the night got darker and darker; only sodden mud to rest in - at last the clouds became so low and the night so dark that we were bending down every few yards feeling for the ruts to see if we were still on the road. Shades of bushwalking days - the only thing that kept me going was one thing I learnt while bushwalking - that somehow one always got there in the end. You had to; and just as the storm broke we made the homestead in a last mad dash in the blinding rain. It was 4 a.m. | ||
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+ | =====Abseiling In Canyons.===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Johanna Hallman | ||
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+ | I knew how to abseil. I had been to a Rocky Instructional. They showed me what must have been about five different ways. "No trouble", | ||
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+ | I competently wrapped the sling around my waist and reached to secure one of the back ropes to the karabiner. I overbalanced and clutched at an outcrop while my harness fell about my feet. | ||
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+ | Undaunted by the sympathetic sniggers I pulled up my harness and keeping it up with one hand, I crept to the brink. I felt ridiculous as if my elastic had broken. But at least I didn't trip. | ||
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+ | Now, how did that twisted knot go? With one hand still supporting the harness and hanging onto the abseil rope I struggled to feed the heavy, awkward rope into the choked karabiner. It didn't look right. | ||
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+ | I look up in dumb perplexity. " | ||
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+ | "You okay?" the leader enquired of the thrashing and bubbles. I was treading water, drenched in spray and ensnared in a great, intricate tangle. " | ||
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+ | |||
+ | =====Social Notes For April.===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | On April 20 you will have a golden opportunity to hear a tale (illustrated with impressive slides) of raw pioneering adventure, told by one who thrives on the diet. Our own Colin Putt, a member of the now famous 1964-5 Heard Island Expedition, will take us along to the South Indian Ocean in the comfort of our Clubroom chairs. | ||
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+ | On April 27 Mick Elfick will talk about "How to go about getting information to see if an area is suitable for a National Park" with illustrating slides of what happens when a davelopmental authority moves into an area. | ||
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+ | VARIETY 1$ THE SPICE OF LIFE. | ||
+ | Neville Page. | ||
+ | The occasion was an official S.D.T. walk in the Wolgan Valley, but it could well have been a field day of the United_ Nations, with | ||
+ | representatives of Canada, Korea, Scotland, England, Holland, Italy | ||
+ | and Australia present. If this walk lacked something, it most certainly was not variety, hence the title of this article. | ||
+ | Present on the trip were Owen (leader), Margaret, Johanna, Judy, Linda, Kim, Roland, Ian, Ken Greg, Alan, Ramon, David, Clife and myself. Late arrivals were Enzo and a friend. There was also a good rollup of Volkswagens, | ||
+ | None but one of our number had visited the Newnes area before, | ||
+ | so we were looking forward to our first encounter with this place about | ||
+ | which we had heard so much. Of course a visit to the famous 1907 hotel was a must for the weeknd. | ||
+ | On the Saturday morning we set out from Newnes to walk along the track, inspecting as we went various ruins of old, buildings, some with a fireplace and chimney still intact. As we walked further we seemed to be climbing, where we should have still been following the river, so | ||
+ | map consultation time was announced. The party rested while the experts | ||
+ | consulted the map. The resultant discovery was that we were on the wrong side of the river, so it would be necessary to go down the hill into the valley and across the river onto the right side, where we should find the track. As we climbed down the hill through the scrub, lo and behold, we came upon an old galvanized iron bath tub. This was the cue for photographers in the group to bring out cameras to capture for posterity the portrait of our feerless leader reclining in the bath. Owen Marks, Order of the Bath, is his new title. | ||
+ | Once on the other side, and following along the track we came upon a line of Processionary worms. These fascinating caterpillars, | ||
+ | which are each about an inch in length, line up one behind another in | ||
+ | a long row, and in this formation they march (they are also called army | ||
+ | worms) along together. The line which we saw was about two feet long | ||
+ | but this is by no means a long line. They are considered a pest by agriculturists, | ||
+ | were taken vay, and put on the end. This was duly done, and apparently the leader knew his place because he refused to follow along on the end | ||
+ | of the line, and he simply curled up and stayed put. For a moment it looked as if the second worm was ready to take over the leadership, | ||
+ | Apri i, 1966 The Sydney 1-Alshwalker 17. | ||
+ | because the line kept moving ahead as ' | ||
+ | caught up, they milled around in a big group, with the leader in the centre. Although I am not prepared to vouch for this, though it is stated by those more Observant ones in our group, the meeting of the worms resulted in the election of a new loader, who reorganised the masses and led the aetmunity once again in a straight line in the direction of their goal. The deposed leader supposedly wont to the third last position in the line. It was at this point that we lefi.; the worms to go in their direction while we followed ours. I think that a moral can be derived from this episode, so leaders take heed. | ||
+ | Later, we inspected the remains of fifty or more kilns, which we supposed were used to heat the oil shale, which was mined in the district, in order to extract the oil. The Glen DavisNewnes area was a large oil shale district, and indeed the last commercial oil shale mines in Australia were operated at Glen Davis until theymere closed down in 1952. | ||
+ | 1. report VMS published on the area en-Pticd uNownesCapertee Shale Oil Project" | ||
+ | Te followed more or less along the route of the river until we arrived at the junction with Rocky Greek, and it here that we camped for Saturday night ThE (-ampin spob was pleasant, but because of the dry weather thu rdvei wrLs r- -000l ri enough to have a good swim. | ||
+ | 7e were rather a lazy group, due to the weather that weekend or otherwise, and unfortunatelY insufficient adventurous spirit could be raised to return -rio Newnos via Rocky Creek, so it was decided that we wou71 go back the easy way; that is the way we came. | ||
+ | As we passed the small farm in the valley on the way back, we | ||
+ | noticed a magpie caught in the wire netting fence. Margaret and David did their good deed for the day, and their bit for conservation, | ||
+ | the bird a hearty drink of water, after which he had_ recovered sufficiently to bop to the shad:of a tree to recuperate fully. | ||
+ | After numerous dips in the crook ring the way, we arrived back at the cars for lunch, and a visit to thr:. :u1lican0 The hotel is truly a | ||
+ | 18. The Sydney Bushwalker April, 1966 | ||
+ | quaint place, with its four ornate beer taps, coloured pink and cream, standing proudly along the bar. Lround the walls hang little signs | ||
+ | with witty slogans, not to mention the wonderful art treasures (?) which adorn any free space. In the hall is an old organ, which doesn' | ||
+ | Margaret followed with a rendition of that muchloved familiar classic, " | ||
+ | A trip to Newnes is not complete without a visit to the glowworm tunnel, so after lunch we moved off in that direction. It is at this juncture that Fiorenzo Tarlao (ie. Enzo) made an appearance with his friend. To get to the tunnel, one must climb up a very steep hill, so Linda, Roland and Alan decided they couldn' | ||
+ | a bettle. Noone seems to be certain just what the purpose of the light | ||
+ | is. In Europe it is said that only the female worms shine a light, and it is to attract the male of the species, which flies, but other theories give different ideas, one that the light attracts flying insects into a little net which the worms spins, for food. | ||
+ | After climbing down the hill we found that the ones who were looking after the cars had disappeared in one of them, to who knows where. Thile we sat down to wait for them, Enzo negotiated with Ramon to 'buy some petrol from him, since they were a bit low. Not until half of the can | ||
+ | had been poured into the petrol tank, did Ramon discover that he had handed over the wrong can, containing water. The petrol tank was drained | ||
+ | of water and refilled with petrol. Still there was no sign of the | ||
+ | guardians of the cars. Greg and I decided to go since were were not | ||
+ | needed and so did Ramon and his crew. Halfway up the hill we passed David and Ramon on the side of the road shoulder deep in a blackberry thicket, thoroughly gorging themselves. A pleasant ending to an enjoyable | ||
+ | weekend it seemed. | ||
+ | IN=.11 | ||
+ | ONE MORE MONTH | ||
+ | By Observer | ||
+ | One of the funniest sights of the Reunion weekend was Alan Round pushing with might and main and curses at a horse' | ||
+ | The unladen beasts were on the journey back from MbArthur' | ||
+ | April, 1966 The Sydney Bushwalker 19 | ||
+ | budge downhill, was more than willing to go uphill to join its mates; in the end it had its way. Do horses have Horse Sense or can they be | ||
+ | just plain stubborn like mules? Maybe Jack Perry is right when he says | ||
+ | that you have to talk to horses with horses' | ||
+ | ' In the small hours of Reunion Sunday, phantom figure crept stealthily amono the sluMbering tents whisphering "Tiger .. tiger ... tiger" | ||
+ | was spinechilling, | ||
+ | character thought he was roaming the jungles of Assam or whether he was merely looking for the packhorse man's dog. | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | the chairlift carried nothing but nuns. | ||
+ | One of the most popular social events in a long time was Marie Byles' " | ||
+ | drowning Marie' | ||
+ | BOUQUET: So many members performed so many good deeds for the Reunion that it's almost unfair to single out individuals. But let's give Ern and | ||
+ | Betty Farquhar a special mention. We were amazed at the quality and quantity of the prizes for the races, to say nothing of the prodigious effort that must have gone into making them; for every single item was handmade in rare qualityby Ern and Betty, from dolls and toy garages for the youngesters to sleeping bag covers and other useful camp gear for the adults. | ||
+ | BRICKBAT: For the merrymakers who littered the Reunion campfire ashes with their empty beer cans and left them there. | ||
+ | John White' | ||
+ | Jack Perry lost his teeth while swimming in the Woronora River. | ||
+ | Despite a thorough search by Jack, Alan Round AND a skin diver, this | ||
+ | valuable piece of personal property did not turn up. Concludes Jack, " | ||
+ | Have you heard about the proposed bicycle trip from Mittagong to Katoomba? No, it's not via the Main Roads system, unless Scott' | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | 20. The Sydney Dushwalker April, 1966 | ||
+ | DAY PIALKS | ||
+ | APRIL 17. Cowan Porto Day Brooklyn. 12 miles. | ||
+ | The scrub can be scratchy in parts of this area, but the magnificent views of the HaWkesbury River Estuary are well worth the trip. | ||
+ | Trains NOTE ALTERED TITIE 8.30 a m. Gosfora train from Central Steam Station to Cowan. Tickets: Hawkesbury River | ||
+ | return @ $1.22. Map: Broken Bay Military or Hawkosbury River Tourist. Leader: Jack Perry. | ||
+ | MAY 1. | ||
+ | Conlcliffe Stanwell Tops Kellyls Falls Otford. | ||
+ | Track Era Garie Beach bus to Waterfall. 10 miles. | ||
+ | A steep climb up the Illawarra Range, thence along the tops through the Garrawarra Primitive Area. Good coastal scenery. Train: 8.42 a m. Wollongong train from Central Steam Station | ||
+ | to Coalcliffe. Tickets: Coalcliffo return @ 01.27 plus | ||
+ | 00.25 bus faro. Map: Port Hacking Tourist. Leader: Jack Gentle. | ||
+ | BAY 8. 7aterfall | ||
+ | Beach bus to Waterfall. 10 miles. | ||
+ | (Note Right across the Royal National Park from West to East. | ||
+ | 2 There is an interesting cave in Lola Creek with the remains of | ||
+ | Day limestone formations in it. The scrub could be scratchy. | ||
+ | Walks) Train: 8.50 a m. Cronulla train from Central Electric Station to Sutherland. CHANGE AT STJTH7RLA1D for rail motor to Waterfall. Tickets: Waterfall return @ 30-60 plus $0.25 bus fare. | ||
+ | Map: Port Hacking Tourist or Port Hacking Military. Leader: Jim Calloway. | ||
+ | Pymble | ||
+ | Dungaree | ||
+ | Lady Davidson Park along Middle Harbour Creek is very attractive. Ideal as a first walk with the Club. | ||
+ | Train 2 9.10 a m. Hornsby train from Central Electric Station via Bridge to Pymble. Tickets: Pymble return @ $0.45 plus 15 c bus fare. Map: Sydney and Broken Bay Military. | ||
+ | Leader: Gladys Roberts. | ||
+ | MARCH FEDERATION REPORT. | ||
+ | Blue Mountains National Park. Paul Barnes advised that about 65,000 acres had been added to the Park the major portion being in the Wollongambe Creek area | ||
+ | Orienteering Competition. Paddy Pallin outline the rules and conditions | ||
+ | governing competitions in the United Kin' dom and Which will be generally oopted in the forthcoming competition which will take place on July 2. | ||
+ | Fire Trails in the Blue Mountains It was learned that a map was in course of preparation showing fire tails in the area shown in the KatooMba and part of the 7indsor Military Maps. | ||
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