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 ====July, 1971====
-|Editor|Jim Brown, 103 Gipps Strot, Drummoyne, Te1.81-2675(H)|
+|Editor|Jim Brown, 103 Gipps Street, Drummoyne, Te1.81-2675(H)|
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 ====How does Your Suburb Rate?====
-A couple of years ago there was quite a spate of articles in
+A couple of years ago there was quite a spate of articles in the local press on the status of various suburbs. Statistics invited you to consider whether there was more Crime in Cremorne than in Croydon: more Vice in Villawood than in Vaucluse: more Money in Mona Vale than in Manly: above all, whether Sutherland was Superior as a Status Symbol Suburb to Summer Hill. Practically the only field that was not explored was the distribution of bush walkers - are there more Walkers in Woollahra than in Wollstonecraft? Are there more Campers in Camperdown than in Campsie?
-the local press on the status of various suburbs. Statistics invited you to consider whether there was more Crime in Cremorne than in Croydon: more Vice in Villawood than in Vaucluse: more Money in Mona Vale than in Manly: above all, whether Sutherland was Superior as a Status Sytibol Suburb to Summer Hill. Practically the only field that was not explored was the distribution of bush walkers -- are there more Talkers in woollahra than in Wollstonecraft? Are there more Campers in Camperdown than in Campsie?
 Without wishing to stir up parochial rivalries, we have made a dissection by districts and suburbs of the addresses of active members as disclosed by the list that accompanied the 1971 Annual Report. In doing so, we have perforce ignored those who do not have a Sydney suburban address. Residents of the Capital Territory are patently State-less, whilst those living in country areas or Interstate must, for the purpose of this exercise, be Status-less.
-The results are interesting. There are 219 members spread
-over 96 suburbs. Of these 101 reside in northern suburbs, 49 in the south, 32 in eastern suburbs and 37 to the west.
+The results are interesting. There are 219 members spread over 96 suburbs. Of these 101 reside in northern suburbs, 49 in the south, 32 in eastern suburbs and 37 to the west.
-On the face of it, the north has it made. But wait! If you dig deeper, you find that Oatley, an Illawarra (southern) suburb has
-fourteen resident S.B.7.-plus two abroad, not to count a few on the
+On the face of it, the north has it made. But wait! If you dig deeper, you find that Oatley, an Illawarra (southern) suburb has fourteen resident S.B.W.-plus two abroad, not to count a few on the non-active list. We called it 14 for short. Like Abou ben Adhem, Oatley leads all the rest. There follows Mosman with nine, Turramurra and Bondi (equal at 8), and the neighbouring Beecroft and Pennant Hills with six each.	Most of the remaining suburbs are "also-rans", and many cannot boast a single S.B.w. member.
-non-active list. We called it 14 for short. Like Abou ben Adhem, Oatley leads all the rest. There follows Mosman with nine, Turramurra and Bondi (equal at 8), and the neighbouring. Beecroft and Pennant Hills with six each.	Most of the remaining suburbs are "also-rans", and many cannot boast a single S.B.w. member.
-Of course, it is unlikely that these unfortunate localities are aware of their deficiency, or appreciate the poverty of status it entails. Fortunately for us, perhaps. After all, in some highly competitive sports, usually those with either overtor covert gambling associations, it is not uncommon for the more ambitious and affluent groups to "buy" players.
+Of course, it is unlikely that these unfortunate localities are aware of their deficiency, or appreciate the poverty of status it entails. Fortunately for us, perhaps. After all, in some highly competitive sports, usually those with either overt or covert gambling associations, it is not uncommon for the more ambitious and affluent groups to "buy" players.
-Yet it is somehow difficult to imagine the St. George District, intent on restoring its image after the loss of Rugby League preeminence several seasons ago, negotiating for the acquisition of walkers from northern suburbs. Perhaps it would do better to emulate the example of the walking stronghold already within its boundalties at Oatley, and breed its own brood of walkers.
- Page 3	THE SYDNEY BUSH-71'AL=	July, 1971
+Yet it is somehow difficult to imagine the St. George District, intent on restoring its image after the loss of Rugby League pre-eminence several seasons ago, negotiating for the acquisition of walkers from northern suburbs. Perhaps it would do better to emulate the example of the walking stronghold already within its boundalties at Oatley, and breed its own brood of walkers.
-AT THE JUNE GENERAL MEETING
-Our forces gathered for the first time in the College Street lodgings to hear Spiro welcome three of the five new members admitted in June. Ann Emery, Ella Neef and Errol Sheedy were there, and we will no doubt catch up with Ross 7i1son and Brian Holden at a later date. Everyone was in agreement with the minutes after a minor adjustment, and in Correspondence we heard that the Dungalla Club had contributed a further $10 for upkeep at Coolana; apart from which, letters in and out were all routine matters.
+=====At The June General Meeting.=====
-One way and, another - donations to conservation causes and
-rent - our financial outgoings for May had been fairly solid, and the Treasurer's statement showed our ready cash as declining from $1,030 to 8750 during.the month.	In answer to a question, it was stated that the Myall Lakes contribution had been accompanied by a letter indicating that it was an interest-free loan for 10 years.
+Our forces gathered for the first time in the College Street lodgings to hear Spiro welcome three of the five new members admitted in June. Ann Emery, Ella Neef and Errol Sheedy were there, and we will no doubt catch up with Ross Wi1son and Brian Holden at a later date. Everyone was in agreement with the minutes after a minor adjustment, and in Correspondence we heard that the Dungalla Club had contributed a further $10 for upkeep at Coolana; apart from which, letters in and out were all routine matters.
-Perhaps the Talks Report and allied matters covered a large part of the doings; there certainly seemed an abundance to record, beginning with Sheila Binn's trip to Blue Gum at the outset of May. Eight people miort along and camp was made away from the Forest itself, which seemed to be cleaner and in better shape than it has been for some time. Sunday saw Jim Callaway's Woronora River test walk attended by 17, including ten prospectivesv the party "seemed to wander more than usual" but made Engadine just on nightfall. On the same day Peter Franks conducted a far-afield day walk to Splendour Rock with group of five, camp having been made at Megalong. Creek the previous night.
-The Talks Secretary in person took the Friday nighter on the second week-end, in the Deep Pass - Nayook Creek country. Nine people, clear frosty weather, a camp at Mount Cameron on Saturday, and a visit to a most peculiarly furnished hut on the way back. For Sunday, May 9th, David Cotton had, nine on an apiary inspection pluis walk in Darke's Forest the car-swap trip folded up for lack of starters; and Frank Leyden had no less than 23 folk on an easy jaunt in the Heathcote-Uloola area.
+One way and another - donations to conservation causes and rent - our financial outgoings for May had been fairly solid, and the Treasurer's statement showed our ready cash as declining from $1,030 to $750 duringthe month.	In answer to a question, it was stated that the Myall Lakes contribution had been accompanied by a letter indicating that it was an interest-free loan for 10 years.
-It was Frank Taeker's Grose River trip next we6k-end - six in the party and feniing off bush rats in a cav on Friday night. One of the crew injured an ankle and the trip was slightly curtailed. Unfortunately no one who might have attended the Newcastle Uni orienteering contest that weekaW would hare been eligible to compete. On the other hand 9 members and7prospectives Made it to the Instructional Teekend, saw mist on Saturday and the attractive views from Narrow Nrck when it cleared on Sunday. The day walk was Jack Gentle's out from Helendburgh, 16 attending, and the going reported
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+Perhaps the Walks Report and allied matters covered a large part of the doings; there certainly seemed an abundance to record, beginning with Sheila Binn's trip to Blue Gum at the outset of May. Eight people went along and camp was made away from the Forest itself, which seemed to be cleaner and in better shape than it has been for some time. Sunday saw Jim Callaway's Woronora River test walk attended by 17, including ten prospectives; the party "seemed to wander more than usual" but made Engadine just on nightfall. On the same day Peter Franks conducted a far-afield day walk to Splendour Rock with group of five, camp having been made at Megalong Creek the previous night.
-as slow in overgrown 7ilson's Creek.
-A Finch-rTyborn stunt from the Kanangra Road to the Cox River and back went the following weekend with six people. Saturday weather was distinctly unpleasant, and the return up whalania Chasm was slippery after all the wet. The Sunday walk was Jim Brown's in the Glenbrook area with 23 in the party, and lovely weather after the dubious Saturday.
+The Talks Secretary in person took the Friday nighter on the second week-end, in the Deep Pass - Nayook Creek country. Nine people, clear frosty weather, a camp at Mount Cameron on Saturday, and a visit to a most peculiarly furnished hut on the way back. For Sunday, May 9th, David Cotton had nine on an apiary inspection plus walk in Darke's Forest: the car-swap trip folded up for lack of starters; and Frank Leyden had no less than 23 folk on an easy jaunt in the Heathcote-Uloola area.
-FOB the final weekend Alan Pike conducted Owen's Birthday Walk (minus Owen, of course) from Kanangra to Katoomba. Getting 19 folk to Kanangra with no return transport was a teaser, but fine cold weather with high winds were favourable to the trip, camp on
-Saturday being at Konangaroo. No less than 36 teams, with only two from S.B.7.,went to Paddy's Orienteering Contest, held in very suitable country near St. Albans. Phil Butt's team eon, by three inches it was said. The day walk was David Ingram's on Georges River, the route being altered because the Army was appalled at the notion of walkers crossing their firing range; David reported a good day and pleasant trip.
+It was Frank Taeker's Grose River trip next week-end - six in the party and fending off bush rats in a cave on Friday night. One of the crew injured an ankle and the trip was slightly curtailed. Unfortunately no one who might have attended the Newcastle Uni orienteering contest that weekend would hare been eligible to compete. On the other hand 9 members and 16 prospectives made it to the Instructional Weekend, saw mist on Saturday and the attractive views from Narrow Neck when it cleared on Sunday. The day walk was Jack Gentle's out from Helensburgh, 16 attending, and the going reported as slow in overgrown Wilson's Creek.
+A Finch-Wyborn stunt from the Kanangra Road to the Cox River and back went the following weekend with six people. Saturday weather was distinctly unpleasant, and the return up Whalania Chasm was slippery after all the wet. The Sunday walk was Jim Brown's in the Glenbrook area with 23 in the party, and lovely weather after the dubious Saturday.
+FOB the final weekend Alan Pike conducted Owen's Birthday Walk (minus Owen, of course) from Kanangra to Katoomba. Getting 19 folk to Kanangra with no return transport was a teaser, but fine cold weather with high winds were favourable to the trip, camp on Saturday being at Konangaroo. No less than 36 teams, with only two from S.B.W., went to Paddy's Orienteering Contest, held in very suitable country near St. Albans. Phil Butt's team won, by three inches it was said. The day walk was David Ingram's on Georges River, the route being altered because the Army was appalled at the notion of walkers crossing their firing range; David reported a good day and pleasant trip.
 Federation Report was published in last month's issue, but arising from it Phil Butt mentioned the "Tri-State Trail" and some work towards it done in the Baw Baws and around Licola and Tarli Karng in Victoria. Unfortunately it may induce more trail bikes.
-.- To General Business and Jack Perry enquiring if some of Dayid Cotton's bees would stimulate pollination at Coolana - a matter for thought by the Management. Alex Colley reported that the lively annual meeting of -APCM had resolved that sales of single shares would be prohibited  the legality of the decision had been queried, owing to the lack of notice, and apparently one-share holders could still buy in. Owen Marks recorded the attendance at the QANTAS advertising session at Channel 7 as 79, but added that
-forms would have to be. completed on'behalf of children aged 7 to 15
+To General Business and Jack Perry enquiring if some of David Cotton's bees would stimulate pollination at Coolana - a matter for thought by the Management. Alex Colley reported that the lively annual meeting of APCM had resolved that sales of single shares would be prohibited; the legality of the decision had been queried, owing to the lack of notice, and apparently one-share holders could still buy in. Owen Marks recorded the attendance at the QANTAS advertising session at Channel 7 as 79, but added that forms would have to be completed on behalf of children aged 7 to 15 who attended, to ensure that we were not exploiting child labour. Additional good news was that the Judo Club present had accepted an invitation to give us a demonstration some evening.
-who attended, to ensure that we were not exploiting child labour. Additional good news was that the Judo Club present had accepted an invitation to give us a demonstration some evening.
 Secretary Don Finch pointed out we had not been able to book the hall for every evening during the next few months, and on July 7 and 14 would meet in the Board Room in the same building. The position about other dates would be announced later.
 And that was it, and the time 9.22 p.m.
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+=====One Woman's Recollections.=====
-ONE 70MAN'S RECOLLECTIONS. - by Edna Garrad
+- by Edna Garrad.
 I wonder how many members experienced the tremendous amount of pleasure I did from Frank Taeker's slides on the 26th May? So many of the places held memories for me and perhaps some of you may be interested in these recollections.
-On one trip we were five women led by Rae Page and in the early 1940s this was a novelty to the local people and the cattle men.	I remember Nawsons Hut, fully occupied by a-attlemen who informed us that they were aware we were in the area and had been searching for us with field glasses! There was one little man called Dan with the smallest feet on a man I have ever seen, encased in high heeled riding boots. He was fascinated with the sun tops worn by the girls, but obviously very disapproving. I wonder if he survived to see the "bikini era" and what his reaction would have been to that! The men were very friendly, allowed the girls to have a ride on their horses and when we loft presented us with a freshly cooked loaf of bread from the camp
-oven - much appreciated in a fortnight's diet that provided
+On one trip we were five women led by Rae Page and in the early 1940s this was a novelty to the local people and the cattle men.	I remember Mawsons Hut, fully occupied by cattlemen who informed us that they were aware we were in the area and had been searching for us with field glasses! There was one little man called Dan with the smallest feet on a man I have ever seen, encased in high heeled riding boots. He was fascinated with the sun tops worn by the girls, but obviously very disapproving. I wonder if he survived to see the "bikini era" and what his reaction would have been to that! The men were very friendly, allowed the girls to have a ride on their horses and when we left presented us with a freshly cooked loaf of bread from the camp oven - much appreciated in a fortnight's diet that provided damper and Vitaweet biscuits.
-damper and Vitaweet biscuits.
-Tie camped one night near the Tin Hut, occupied by two cattlemen, and cooked by their fire (it was a cold windy night). They despised our offer to share our food but presented us with some chops from a recent killing - a great treat.
+We camped one night near the Tin Hut, occupied by two cattlemen, and cooked by their fire (it was a cold windy night). They despised our offer to share our food but presented us with some chops from a recent killing - a great treat.
 Formans Hut, which was located below Charlotte Pass on the Snowy was used several times as a base, and contained an old tin trunk marvellous for leaving food in whilst we did side trips. One year we left underwear on the fence to dry and on returning found the grass hoppers had eaten holes in it!
-I remember a lunch at "Tom .Groggin" on the Murray with Leo Byatt (of Byatts Camp on Hannells Spur) and one of the Nankervis boys. Leo was amazed that "women could navigate themselves in the hills" and obviously had no faith in us. Several days later when we reached the top of the ralkinson Valley he rode towards us - checking up that we had made it
-safely!	Leo used to lead parties of Victorian Talkers and skiers. The walkers usually had packhorses to carry their gear and we met such parties on a number of occasions. The lunch was memorable amongst other things for the huge bowl of junket and luscious stewed blackberries they shared with us. 7e ate in the kitchen, the cleanest imaginable, with pots and pans shining bright. Usually in the bush you expect them to be blackened.
+I remember a lunch at "Tom Groggin" on the Murray with Leo Byatt (of Byatts Camp on Hannells Spur) and one of the Nankervis boys. Leo was amazed that "women could navigate themselves in the hills" and obviously had no faith in us. Several days later when we reached the top of the Wilkinson Valley he rode towards us - checking up that we had made it safely!	Leo used to lead parties of Victorian Walkers and skiers. The walkers usually had packhorses to carry their gear and we met such parties on a number of occasions. The lunch was memorable amongst other things for the huge bowl of junket and luscious stewed blackberries they shared with us. We ate in the kitchen, the cleanest imaginable, with pots and pans shining bright. Usually in the bush you expect them to be blackened.
-On another trip we spent a night in the hut at Dead Horse Gap
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+On another trip we spent a night in the hut at Dead Horse Gap and enjoyed a bath in a baby's bath tub we found there, and with hot water in front of the fire it was certainly a luxury, even though I seemed to have a lot of leg that would not fit in! That night mice ate the leather shoe laces in the boots of one of the party.
-and enjoyed a bath in a baby's bath tub we found there, and with hot water in front of the fire it was certainly a luxury, even though I -seemed to have a lot of leg that would not fit in! That night mice ate the leather shcie laces in the bo.nts of one of the party.
-One Christmas Day we ato lunch in a hut in the Doubtful River area (the coldest river I ever waded) with the snow falling. Hardly a typical Australian Christmas Day. That year the range was still covered with snow and it was hard work walking in it. The weather was clear when we reached the trig on Jagungal and the view glorious.
+One Christmas Day we ate lunch in a hut in the Doubtful River area (the coldest river I ever waded) with the snow falling. Hardly a typical Australian Christmas Day. That year the range was still covered with snow and it was hard work walking in it. The weather was clear when we reached the trig on Jagungal and the view glorious.
-Another Christmas we ate our evening meal in freezing
-cold weather near Carevs Peak at Barrington, complete with tinned Christmas pudding. We had to go straight into our sleeping bags and tents to avoid the cola. Another un-Australian Christmas.
+Another Christmas we ate our evening meal in freezing cold weather near Careys Peak at Barrington, complete with tinned Christmas pudding. We had to go straight into our sleeping bags and tents to avoid the cold. Another un-Australian Christmas. We had arrived on a moonlight night and the Allyn River had looked very lovely. In those days there was no track from the Allyn to the Tops. Found the swamps on the Tops most attractive with their browns, golds, russets and greens in the grasses and reeds and with the little rivulets criss-crossing the plateau.
-We had arrived on a moonlight night and the Allyn River had looked very lovely. In those days there was no track from the Allyn to the Tops. Found the swamps on the Tops most attractive with their browns, golds, russets ana greens in the grasses and reeds and with the little rivulets criss-crossing the plateau.
-Mount Bimberi in May after an early fall of snow and the views magnificent. We found a sheltered spot, set out lunch
+Mount Bimberi in May after an early fall of snow and the views magnificent. We found a sheltered spot, set out lunch and boiled the billy and found we had no tea! Miraculously along came a cattleman with tea in his saddle bag, and joined us for a "cuppa" and a chat.
-and boiled the billy and found we had no tea! Miraculously along came a cattleman with tea in his saddle bag, and joined us for a "cuppall and a chat.
 Fainter and Feather-top - the hillsides carpeted with snow daises and other Alpine flowers.
-Mount Bogong and Ropers Hut filled to overflowing with skiers engaged in renovating a hut ready for the snow season, and men from the S.E.C. project who had taken to walking in their time off. We camped nearb-L in snow and alternating rain, and were told next morning that men were coming into the hut all night - overdue on various trips. The weather on this occasion continued bad and after going down the Staircase we were hoping to find the Tawonga Hut - the one at the bottom of the ranges - which Harry Ellis had seen on an old map and we hopea still existed. It was off the road but we found it and it was an absolute haven - the ground outside running with water. The roof was high pitched with openings each end of the hut at the top, full of spider webs, and in the flickering firelight we could see the silhouettes of the spiders.	ugh!
-The Cross Cut Saw, first seen in brilliant sunlight with all the 13 little rocky tops standing out, and at ur feet magnificent alpine daisies and other flowers. On the far side we camped amongst
+Mount Bogong and Ropers Hut filled to overflowing with skiers engaged in renovating a hut ready for the snow season, and men from the S.E.C. project who had taken to walking in their time off. We camped nearby in snow and alternating rain, and were told next morning that men were coming into the hut all night - overdue on various trips. The weather on this occasion continued bad and after going down the Staircase we were hoping to find the Tawonga Hut - the one at the bottom of the ranges - which Harry Ellis had seen on an old map and we hoped still existed. It was off the road but we found it and it was an absolute haven - the ground outside running with water. The roof was high pitched with openings each end of the hut at the top, full of spider webs, and in the flickering firelight we could see the silhouettes of the spiders. Ough!
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-violets at McAllister Springs.	On the Howitt Plains we left our packs whilst walking out to the end of a ridge for a view and on returning found dozens of cattle milling around them obviously
+The Cross Cut Saw, first seen in brilliant sunlight with all the 13 little rocky tops standing out, and at our feet magnificent alpine daisies and other flowers. On the far side we camped amongst violets at McAllister Springs.	On the Howitt Plains we left our packs whilst walking out to the end of a ridge for a view and on returning found dozens of cattle milling around them obviously looking for salt. It took a lot of courage as far as I was concerned to go in and collect the pack. On the second occasion I crossed the Saw in swirling mist and strong wind and the party did not have any views of the Terrible Hollow, etc.
-looking for salt.	It took a lot of courage as far as I was
-concerned to go in& collect the pack.	On the second occasion I crossed the Saw in swirling mist and strong wind and the party did not have any views of the'Terrible Hollow, etc.
+The swift flowing Howqua River and a memorable night spent with the Forestry employee, Freddy Fry (subsequently described in the book "The Far Country" but called Billy Bly!).	We sat at his fire place listening to his tall stories far into the night.
-The swift flowing Howqua River and a memorable night spent with the Forestry employee, Freddy Fry (subsequently described in the book "The Far Country" 'gut called Billy Bly!).	7e sat at his fire place listening to his tall stories far into the night.
-For these and many other recollections  my thanks to Frank and Pat.
+For these and many other recollections - my thanks to Frank and Pat.
-#*.************
-LETTER TO THE EDITOR
+=====Letter To The Editor.=====
 Dear Jim,
-Your Bditorial on "Man's Crowning Glory" (May issue) prompts the reflection that there was a time, not long agter the War, when bushwalkers sported some fine beards. The disappearance of beards shortly afterwards may well have been due, as your article suggests in its referenee,to,ttakea and lawyer vine, to the lush growth following the heavy rains of the later forties and early fifties.
-I know that the proceedings of the Committee are confidential; but the following revelation may be forgiven after some 20 years have elapsed. When Fred Doutch, whose beard was a beauty, came before the Committee as a prospective, he was asked the usual questions about putting out fires, burying tins, etc. Near the end of the interview Ray Kirkby asked "And tel3 me, does your beard impede you in thick scrub?"
+Your Editorial on "Man's Crowning Glory" (May issue) prompts the reflection that there was a time, not long after the War, when bushwalkers sported some fine beards. The disappearance of beards shortly afterwards may well have been due, as your article suggests in its reference,to hakea and lawyer vine, to the lush growth following the heavy rains of the later forties and early fifties.
-Alter-tions in the shape, and appearance and disapparance of beards, was also common. There was, for instance, Neil Schafr, who had one of the "here today, gone tomorrow" models. He was reported in the magazine as "Neil Schafer (with beard) or Neil Schafer (without beard)
+I know that the proceedings of the Committee are confidential, but the following revelation may be forgiven after some 20 years have elapsed. When Fred Doutch, whose beard was a beauty, came before the Committee as a prospective, he was asked the usual questions about putting out fires, burying tins, etc. Near the end of the interview Ray Kirkby asked "And tell me, does your beard impede you in thick scrub?"
+Alterations in the shape, and appearance and disappearance of beards, was also common. There was, for instance, Neil Schafer, who had one of the "here today, gone tomorrow" models. He was reported in the magazine as "Neil Schafer (with beard) or Neil Schafer (without beard).
 In conclusion I would like to point out that some of us sport those hirsute appendages after half a century or more, because we grow sick and tired of what we see in the mirror.
 Yours sincerely,
-.	Alex Qolley
-(Thanks for the comment, Alex. It reminds us I tne iheatre
+Alex Colley
-critic saying that, at first the musical play "Hair" didn't appeal to him. However, he later came to the conclusion that it grows on you.. ..Ed.)
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+(Thanks for the comment, Alex. It reminds us of the theatre critic saying that, at first the musical play "Hair" didn't appeal to him. However, he later came to the conclusion that it grows on you... Ed.)
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
-July, 1971
+=====Paddy Made.=====
 Not a bad time for walking, so long as your as your gear is equal to it.....
-Wonderful time for skiing, if there have been good nnow falls.... and if your clothing and gear are right.
-Why not see Paddy and-his range of walking and skiing equipment.
+Wonderful time for skiing, if there have been good snow falls.... and if your clothing and gear are right.
-Soon it will be warmer-g ain9 but Paddy
-. will have what your need-for your outdoors actIztbi
+Always seems to get back to your gear, doesn't it?
-YOU SEE HE'S A MN FOR ALL SEASONS.
-PADDY PALLIM '12
+Why not see Paddy and his range of walking and skiing equipment.
-Lighiweight Camp Gear
-c? LIVERfax STEEEr, SyNar
+Soon it will be warmer again, but Paddy will have what your need for your outdoors activities.
-.2685
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+You see, he's a man for all seasons.
-	  ,r!I
-ECHOES FRO1 THE PAST
+Paddy Pallin Pty. Ltd. Lightweight Camping Gear.
-. EASTER AT HURAT SPIRES - by Bill Gillam
-Mile it is still firm(ly resolved to reproduce more of the saga of early walker trips into the Northern Budawangs, this is being held over until the effect of recent emphasis on the region has faded. In the meantime we reprint one of the particularly good things from a magazine of about 20 years ago - an account by Bill Gillam of a climb on Thurat Spires, which first appeared in May, 1950. - Editor)
+Liverpool Street, Sydney. 26 2685
-If a pscho-analyst ever catches me on a couch and whispers in my ear "spires" I would probably, being of a monosyllabic character,. reply "nettles". This no doubt wouldn't satisfy the Doc. who might want to know if I had suffered a "deep traumatic shock about Easter 1950".	So here goes on the Spires (Thurat) and nettles (ferociofolia).
-bile the photographers were arguing whether to give them
+=====Echoes From The Past.=====
-a 50th at a 40th (or some such thing), Dot Butler decided that an easy Easter" at Kanangra would be improved by light divertissements such as traversing Thurat Spires. Jim Smith, an'. enthusiastic N.Z. climber, backed her up, but for safety's sake a third was needed, I didn't have a camera ,nd was eating on my own, so off I want. Bill Cosgrove, without Frank Leyden to contradict him, willingly supplied a possible route and an "escape route". We were to go up the scree slope between the last two spires and attempt the face, about 300 ft. of rock.
+====Easter At Thurat Spires.====
+- by Bill Gillam.
+(While it is still firmly resolved to reproduce more of the saga of early walker trips into the Northern Budawangs, this is being held over until the effect of recent emphasis on the region has faded. In the meantime we reprint one of the particularly good things from a magazine of about 20 years ago - an account by Bill Gillam of a climb on Thurat Spires, which first appeared in May, 1950. - Editor)
+If a psycho-analyst ever catches me on a couch and whispers in my ear "spires" I would probably, being of a monosyllabic character, reply "nettles". This no doubt wouldn't satisfy the Doc. who might want to know if I had suffered a "deep traumatic shock about Easter 1950".	So here goes on the Spires (Thurat) and nettles (ferociofolia).
+While the photographers were arguing whether to give them a 50th at a 40th (or some such thing), Dot Butler decided that an "easy Easter" at Kanangra would be improved by light divertissements such as traversing Thurat Spires. Jim Smith, an enthusiastic N.Z. climber, backed her up, but for safety's sake a third was needed, I didn't have a camera and was eating on my own, so off I want. Bill Cosgrove, without Frank Leyden to contradict him, willingly supplied a possible route and an "escape route". We were to go up the scree slope between the last two spires and attempt the face, about 300 ft. of rock.
 Some vita-weat, a carefully hoarded tin of blackberries, and a large lump of roast beef were thrown into a bag as nourishment, and at the last moment Dot decided to take a pair of shoes.
-Then at 11 o'clock we set off down Murdering Gully (an extremely apt description). Dinner time found us on Kanangra Creek, philosophically eating blackberries with a knife and gazing with awe and apprehension at our "route". The scree was really a "river of rock" composed of cubic boulders from a foot to three feet measurement, at a perilously steep angle, unstable and interleaved with the most horrible mixture of blackthorn and . nettles imaginable. - Dante, I think, would have added another	9;
-circle to his	1 "Inferno"	had seen it.
+Then at 11 o'clock we set off down Murdering Gully (an extremely apt description). Dinner time found us on Kanangra Creek, philosophically eating blackberries with a knife and gazing with awe and apprehension at our "route". The scree was really a "river of rock" composed of cubic boulders from a foot to three feet measurement, at a perilously steep angle, unstable and interleaved with the most horrible mixture of blackthorn and nettles imaginable. - Dante, I think, would have added another	circle to his "Inferno"	had seen it.
-j	-
-There is some debate whether the joys of mountaineering are best anticipated or recounted. For my part I prefer either to the experience. Half-way up the scree I had grave doubts as to my sanity; why should I be puffing uphill behind a barefooted Amazon and a ragged moustachioed villain? if I had. been in front
+There is some debate whether the joys of mountaineering are best anticipated or recounted. For my part I prefer either to the experience. Half-way up the scree I had grave doubts as to my sanity; why should I be puffing uphill behind a barefooted Amazon and a ragged moustachioed villain? If I had been in front I would have rolled a rock over the two of them, then rolled, like Jill, after them. However, I couldn't get to the lead so we were all spared an untimely end.
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-I would have rolled a rock over the two of them, then rolled, like Jill, after them. However, I couldn't get to the lead so we were all spared an untimely end.
+That had promised, from Kanangra, to be "catsmeat" (a N.Z. term of a contemptuous character) soon developed into torment as we ploughed through band after band of nettles. They couldn't be avoided; all handholds were covered with them and wobbly footholds frequently pitched one stern-first into the thicker patches. I don't know whether there is a saturation point for nettle stings; we certainly must have been very close to it. Our arms, hands, legs, stomach (one bush caught in my open shirt) were one red itching rash, and our fingers had lost all capacity for feeling the edges of things. Each band, about ten in all, added its quota of viciousness and spite, so it was almost with relief that we arrived at the apparently sheer walls, for here only such tenacious things as cobwebs and caterpillars could cling.
-That had promised, from Kanangra, to be "catsmeat" (a N.Z. term of a contemptuous character) soon developed into torment as we ploughed through band after band of nettles. They couldn't be avoided; all handholds were covered with them and wobbly footholds frequently pitched one stern-first into the thicker patches.	I
-don't knew whether there is a saturation point for nettle stings;
+The scree led to a "straight" face about 30 ft. high which was obviously impossible. We tried working around it to the left with Dot leading on the first pitch. This led back to the face and was "no go". Then by reversing we were on a narrow ledge and couldn't pass, it was my turn to lead up. The only possible way was by a series of steps about 30 feet above one another connected by a series of cracks, some so small that a jammed fist would just hold, others negotiable with chockstones, and only one or two wide enough to straddle. In one of these dark cracks I surprised a cockroach which resented my intrusion and gave off its sickening odour. For about two minutes my nose twitched while I hauled myself up. All managed to squeeze, grunt and worm their ways dodging flying rocks and knowing we couldn't possibly go back by the same route.
-we certainly must have been very close to it.	Our arms, hands,
-legs, stomach (one bush caught in my open shirt) were one red Itching rash, and our fingers had lost all capacity for feeling
+At 3.30 we reached the summit of the Middle spire.	It had taken an hour on the scree and the same on the rock so now we felt we had earned a rest. In brilliant sunshine we munched an apple, built a cairn, gazed at the wonderful view. The Spires are not more than 50 to 100 feet wide at most, and are connected by a knife-edge a mere yard wide. They fall on one side to Kanangra Deep and on the other to the similar Danae Brook. The vision of the immense deeps, purple in afternoon shadow, cut by innumerable waterfalls, with the glorious yellow of the walls dominating all, is a wonderful sight. In a moment of drowsy triumph I had even forgotten the nettles.
-the edges of things.	Each band, about ten in all, added its quota of viciousness and spite, so it was almost with relief that we arrived at the apparently sheer walls, for here only such tenacious things as cobwebs and caterpillars could cling.
-The scree led to a "straight" face about 30 ft0 high which was obviously impossible. We tried working around it to the left with Dot leading on the first pitch. This led back to the face and' was "no go". Then by reversing we were on a narrow ledge and couldn't pass, it was my turn to lead up. The only possiple way was by a series of steps about 30 feet above one another connected by a series of cracks, some so small that a jammed fist would just hold, others negotiable with chockstones, and only one or two wide enough to straddle. In one of these dark cracks I surprised a cockroach which resented my intrusion and gave off its
+No quick or safe route (we had no rope) could be found on to Big Misty, so after building further cairns we tried our "escape route" off the shoulder of the third spire. As a contrast to the struggles on the cliff face, this was quite safe and straightforward, although a few loose rocks-provided their share of amusement. Soon we were back on the scree, rattling down, backwards. Going down was far more exhilarating. The rocks were very unstable, some even started to slide after a loud Coo-ee, and it was necessary to watch through one's legs where to put the feet. An exaggerated view was thus obtained of the slope. The scree seems nearly vertical - it was gauged by rule of thumb at 89, with Kanangra Creek just under one's heels, and a thousand feet or so below. Adopting Christian Science principles we ignored the nettles, although even this was not entirely satisfactory.
-sickening odour. For about two minutes my nose twitched while I
-hauled myself up. All managed to squeeze, grunt and worm their ways dodging fling rocks and knowing we couldn't possibly go back by the same route.
+It was getting dark when we reached the creek and all the party were tired after six hours of solid going and almost continual climbing. The prospect of getting over the few bluffs to Murdering Gully, easily negotiable in the morning, but now in the dark an extremely slippery and unstable route, was not at all pleasant. We struck the last bluff just as the light was getting really bad. All went well until the final pitch of about fifteen feet. Dot, as usual, went up by her strange process of levitation, but I had neither the strength nor the nerve to follow on the rather insecure footholds. Finally she had to let down an ankle for me to grab, then hoist me up. In doing this the only safe hold was broken so I climbed to another stance, let down an ankle for Dot, who in turn let down an ankle for Jim. Both pulling together Jim came up and we all stumbled off into a very dark Murdering Gully.
-At 3.30 we reached the summit of the Middle spire.	It had
-taken an hour on the scree and the same on the rock so now we felt we had earned a rest. In brilliant sunshine we munched
+At seven o'clock we were back in the cave, wrapped in sleeping bags and lapping up our tea. To all enquiries we merely replied "Catsmeat".
-an apple, built a cairn, gazed at the wonderful view. The Spires are not more than 50 to 100 feet wide at most, and are connected by a knife-edge a mere yard wide. They fall on one side to Kanangra Deep and on the other to the similar Danae Brook. The vision of the immense deeps, purple in afternoon shadow, cut by innumerable waterfalls, with the glorious yellow of the walls dominating all, is a wonderful sight. In a moment of drowsy triumph I had even forgotten the nettles,
-No quick or safe route (we had no rope) could be found on to Big Misty, so after building further cairns we tried our "escape route" off the shoulder of the third spire. As a contrast to
+=====From The Treasurer.=====
-the struggles on the cliff face, this was quite safe and straight-
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-forward, although a few loose rocks-provided their share of amusement. Soon we were back on the scree, rattling down, backwards. Going down was far more exhilarating. The rocks were very unstable, some even started to slide after a loud Coo-0-e, and it was necessary to watch through one's legs where to put the feet. An exaggerated view was thus obtained of the slope. The scree seems nearly vertical  it was gauged by rule of thumb at 89 9 with Kanangra Creek just under one's heels, and a thousand feet or so below. Adopting Christian Science principles we ignored the nettles, although even this was not entirely satisfactory.
-It was getting dark when we reached the creek and all the
-party were tired after six hours of solid going and almost continual climbing. The prospect of getting over the few bluffs to Murdering Gully, easily negotiable in the morning, but now in the dark an extremely slippery and unstable route, was not at all pleasant. 7e struck the last bluff just as the light was getting really bad. All went well until the final pitch of about fifteen feet. Dot,
-as usual, went up by her strange process of levitation, but I had neither the strength nor the nerve to follow on the rather insecure
-footholds. Finally she had to lot down an ankle for me to grab, then hoist me up. In doing this the only safe hold was broken so I climbed to another stance, let down an ankle for Dot, who in turn let dawn an ankle for Jim. Both pulling together Jim came up and we all stumbled off into a very dark Murdering Gully.
-At seven o'clock we were back in the cave, wrapped in sleeping bags and lapping up our tea. To all enquiries we merely replied
-"Catsmeat".
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-FROM  THE TREASURER.
-Although membership subscriptions became due and payable at the Annual General Meeting on March 10th, many members; both Active and_ Non Active, have not yet paid.
+Although membership subscriptions became due and payable at the Annual General Meeting on __March 10th__, many members, both Active and Non Active, have not yet paid.
-Members who have not yet attended to their subscription should see Alan Hedstrom or John Holly at any meeting, Alternatively, subscriptions may be Dossiby cheque or postal order to "The Sydney Bushwalkers, Box 4476, G.P.0, Sydney, 2001.
+Members who have not yet attended to their subscription should see Alan Hedstrom or John Holly at any meeting. Alternatively, subscriptions may be posted by cheque or postal order to "The Sydney Bushwalkers, Box 4476, G.P.0, Sydney, 2001.
 The rates set for this year are:
-Active Members (single)	$6.00
-Acti-ce members (Married couples) Active Members (Students)	$3.00.
+|Active Members (single)|$6.00|
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