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- | The Sydney Bushwalker | + | ===== The Sydney Bushwalker |
+ | Established June 1931 | ||
- | Established June 1931 | + | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O. Sydney 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Cahill Community Cenire (Upper Hall), |
+ | 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, telephone 798-8607. | ||
- | A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O. Sydney 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Cahill Community Cenire (Upper Hall), 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, telephone 798-8607. | + | |**Editor**|Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039. Telephone 827-3695.| |
- | Editor Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039. Telephone 827-3695. | + | |**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, |
- | Business Manager Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, | + | |**Production Manager**| Helen Gray| |
- | Production Manager Helen Gray | + | |**Typist**| Kath Brown| |
- | Typist Kath Brown | + | |**Duplicator Operator**|Phil Butt| |
- | Duplicator Operator Phil Butt | + | |
- | JULY, 1983. | + | ===== July 1983 ===== |
- | To the Krungle Bungle and Beyond by Tom Wenman Page 2 | + | ^ ^ ^ page ^ |
- | Dormant Heathlands Peter Christian 4 | + | | To the Krungle Bungle and Beyond |
- | Vale - Kath McKay 5 | + | | Dormant Heathlands |
- | The Turoh in Winter Barbara Bruce 5 | + | | Vale - Kath McKay | | |
- | A Different Perspective 6 | + | | The Turoh in Winter |
- | The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes Jim Brown 7 | + | | A Different Perspective |
- | Social Notes for August Jo Van Sommers 8 | + | | The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes |
- | Nerriga Area - Easter 1959 Frank Leyden 9 | + | | Social Notes for August |
- | Aa-- Eastwood Camping Centre 13 | + | | Nerriga Area - Easter 1959 | Frank Leyden |
- | Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges - Part 1 Wal Liddle | + | | Ad-- Eastwood Camping Centre |
- | Tree for the Day Spiro Hajinakitas 17 | + | | Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges - Part I Wal Liddle |
- | * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *.* * * * * * * * * * * * * | + | | Tree for the Day | Spiro Hajinakitas |
- | Page 2 THE SYDNEY BUSEWAIKER July, | + | |
- | TO THE KRUNGLE BUNGLE AND BEYOND. | + | ===== To The Krungle Bungle and Beyond ===== |
- | by Tom Wenman. | + | by Tom Wenman |
- | by do men go to the hills? The prophets of old went to seek strength and guidance from a higher being. Today perhaps the reasons are more obscure but certainly there is an impelling desire to get away even for a weekend from the restrictions of modern life. Perhaps there is even .a masochistjnot_t9 s2zr ' | + | |
- | Certainly my wife looked at me somewhat disbelievingly | + | Why do men go to the hills? The prophets of old went to seek strength and guidance from a higher being. Today perhaps the reasons are more obscure but certainly there is an impelling desire to get away even for a weekend from the restrictions of modern life. Perhaps there is even a masochistic, |
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+ | Certainly my wife looked at me somewhat disbelievingly | ||
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+ | It was therefore with considerable surprise and some deep down hope that when we arrived at Budthingeroo it was not actually raining. True the sky was overcast but the clouds were moving across at a fair rate of knots and illuminated by an early full moon seemed to give some promise of a better trip than we might have hoped for. So we pitched an army of tents - one for each man (definitely no beautiful blondes to be seen) and settled down to sleep. | ||
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+ | The morning came cold, damp and windy, although it's surprising how sheltered the campsite was. There had been some light rain during the night and now also a squally wind drove rain across the open paddocks beyond the shelter of the trees. The clouds too were still hurtling across the sky but through the several layers was occasionally glimpsed something which might just be blue sky. We lived in hope as we tried to encourage a reluctant fire to burn more cheerfully and to greater purpose. | ||
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+ | A casual start at 9 o' | ||
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+ | We walked by fire trails which were often waterlogged, | ||
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+ | Without much fuss and by courtesy of various fire trails we arrived at the Mighty Krungle Bungle Range and leaving our packs by the fire trail ascended a few feet to the rocky outcrops which mark the summit of the range. There were some good views to be had both of the route which we had followed that morning and of conquests to come. A cold wind however Soon drove us from our vantage point. I must confess however that the direction of our approach to Krungle Bungle does not reveal it as much of a mountain, but that of course is because you are on high ground already. | ||
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+ | Having thus achieved our initial success with some ease there follow some intricate navigation after leaving a fire trail, for the use of which (the fire trail) our ever-vigilant supervisor deducted a further point. Bob however redeemed his reputation and the point by successfully navigating the party along the Krungle Bungle Range to our next peak, the famed Guouogang. Our route-over Ferny Flat and the Krungle Bungle Range, although through bush, afforded good views from time to time of the ridges plunging down to the Jenolan Creek and of Guouogang in the distance. | ||
- | It was therefore with considerable surprise and some deep down hope that when we arrived at Budthingeroo it was not actually raining. True the sky was overcast but the clouds were moving across at a_fair rate of knots and illuminated by an early full moon seemed to give some promise of a better trip than we might have hoped for. So we pitched an army of tents - one for each man (definitely no beautiful blondes to be seen) and settled down to sleep. | ||
- | The morning came cold, damp and windy, although it's surprising how sheltered the campsite was. There had been some light rain during the night and now also a squally wind drove rain across the open paddocks beyond the shelter of the trees. The clouds too were still hurtling across the sky but through the several layers was occasionally glimpsed something which might just be blue sky. We lived in hppe as we tried to encourage a reluctant fire to burn more cheerfully and -66.gi.ea16er purpose. | ||
- | A casual start at 9 o' | ||
- | Peter Harris, to deduct two points from the leader' | ||
- | The definitely improving weather however encouraged some superstitious respect towards Bob, as of course it is often suspected and even claimed by some leaders that they have this power over the elements, or at least an understanding with the Almighty. | ||
- | We walked by fire trails which were often waterlogged, | ||
- | Swamp and Whalania Heights, soon encountering our first flooded creek. I | ||
- | think it came as a'bit of a surprise to KergylacCarthy, | ||
- | Without much fuss and by courtesy of various fire trails we arrived at | ||
- | the Mighty Krungle Bungle Range and leaving our packs by the fire trail ascended a few feet to the rocky outcrops which mark the summit of the range. | ||
- | July, 1983. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER Page 3 | ||
- | There were some good views to be had both of the route which we had followed | ||
- | that morning and.of.conquests to come. A cold wind however Soon drove us | ||
- | from our vantage point. . I must confess however that the direction of our approach to Krungle Bungle does not reveal it as much of a mountain, | ||
- | Having :thus achieved our initial success with some ease' there | ||
- | follow some intricate navigation 'after leaving a fire trail, for the use of which (the fire trail) our ever-vigilant supervisor deducted a further point. Bob however redeemed' | ||
The view from the top of Guouogang was superb. Looking east, the long finger of Narrow Neck pointing towards Mt. Mouin led the eye over the whole of the Wild Dog Mountains and thence in a great sweep to the southeast to | The view from the top of Guouogang was superb. Looking east, the long finger of Narrow Neck pointing towards Mt. Mouin led the eye over the whole of the Wild Dog Mountains and thence in a great sweep to the southeast to | ||
- | the High Gangerang. The Kings Tableland provided a splendid backdrop to all this wealth of walking country, and. away to the south Kanangra was just visible. Our climb through the thick sordt Surrodffoling | + | the High Gangerang. The Kings Tableland provided a splendid backdrop to all this wealth of walking country, and away to the south Kanangra was just visible. Our climb through the thick scrrub surrounding |
- | Queahgang to the north' | + | |
- | and by nature of its damage | + | Queahgang to the north was our next objective and we were pleased to encounter reasonable going through the bush for our final peak. A short but sharp climb to the top and we then retraced our steps to join the ridge for the descent to the junction of Mumbedah and Alala Creeks. Soon after commencing our descent we encountered a crashed aircraft. Not having been previously aware of its existence we were rather subdued by this encounter |
- | Time howeVer | + | and by nature of its damage |
+ | |||
+ | Time however | ||
Such was the brightness of the moonlight that daybreak did indeed steal imperceptibly through the last vestiges of night revealing day similar to the previous one, with patches of clouds pursuing their swift but seemingly interminable journey across the sky. | Such was the brightness of the moonlight that daybreak did indeed steal imperceptibly through the last vestiges of night revealing day similar to the previous one, with patches of clouds pursuing their swift but seemingly interminable journey across the sky. | ||
- | Our introduction to the day's walking was abrupt and to the point. First we crossed the torrent of Mumbedah Creek, a very cool experience, and then began the sharp ascent of the side of Moorara Buttress. The climb to the first level part of the ridge was a bit of a lung buster and cleared out any cobwebs remaining in the system. Looking across the valley we could see | + | |
- | Page 4 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER July, | + | Our introduction to the day's walking was abrupt and to the point. First we crossed the torrent of Mumbedah Creek, a very cool experience, and then began the sharp ascent of the side of Moorara Buttress. The climb to the first level part of the ridge was a bit of a lung buster and cleared out any cobwebs remaining in the system. Looking across the valley we could see the peaks of Guouogang and Queahgong and the ridge by which we descended to our campsite. Some streaks of white amongst the tree-covered gullies revealed the volume of water pouring down the mountain creeks. |
- | the peaks of Guouogang and Queahgong and the ridge by which we descended to | + | |
- | our campsite. Some streaks of white amongst the tree-covered gullies revealed the volume of water pouring down the mountain creeks. | + | After some scrambling through granite boulders a path was discovered which we estimated had been cut some time in the previous twelve months and probably for horse traffic. The way thus having been prepared for us our speed over the ground increased and by bridle track and fire trail we climbed over Moorara Mountain and Moorara Boss to find ourselves among undulating tree-clad country, and finally the Belara fire trail where we had started. |
- | After some scrambling through granite boulders a path was discovered which we estimated had been cut some time in the previous twelve months and probably for horse traffic. The way thus having been prepared for us ou. speed over the ground increased and by bridle track and fire trail we climbed over Moorara Mountain and Moorara Boss to find ourselves among undulating tree-clad country, and finally the Belara fire trail where we had started. | + | |
Bob having regained all his ten points, and the weather having proved superb through out the weekend, he retained some aura of ' | Bob having regained all his ten points, and the weather having proved superb through out the weekend, he retained some aura of ' | ||
- | * * * * * * * * * * | + | |
- | DORMANT HEATHLANDS. | + | ===== Dormant Heathlands ===== |
- | by Peter Christian. | + | by Peter Christian |
- | Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors, | + | |
- | Flower buds lie dormant under spiky stem and leaf. | + | | Lonely voices moan over windswept Curra Moors, |
- | Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, State of slumber and storage as winter brings relief. | + | | |
- | Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, However this lack of nature' | + | | Honeyeaters vie for insects with fruity nectar yet to come, | |
- | Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream | + | | |
- | Falling freely into ocean' | + | | Full-throated chorus of multitudes not yet reborn, |
- | Whilst craggy sandstone cliffs can test our nerve for heights. Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista | + | | |
- | Joining soaring gannet and sooty tern on migratory flights. | + | | | |
- | Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat, | + | | Murmuring Curra Brook matures as surging stream |
- | -Crystal clear waters soothe and revive tired, aching hides. The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city, | + | | |
- | A. perfect place to let our life flow rythmically with the tides. Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, Colouring our memories of dormant heathlands, whatever fate decides. | + | | Eagle Rock's baleful eye, misses not a beat of nature' |
- | ***XX x xx).0( | + | | |
- | July, 1983. THE SYDNIY.BUSHWALKER Page 5 | + | | Our minds drift over coastline, heathlands and ocean vista |
- | VALE - KATH MCKAY. | + | | |
- | On 4th June last and in the presence of her niece, Catherine, old family friends and bushwalkers of other days, the ashes of our loved member were committed to the bush in a quiet corner of one of her favourite areas, the Ku-Ring-Gai Chase National Park. This simple yet dignified ceremony had been arranged by The Dungalla Club. One of Kath's old walking companions, Laurence (Mouldy) Harrison, addressed those assembled, recapping | + | | | |
- | At the conclusion of the obsequies, Ron Knightley recited that poem of Kath's entitled " | + | | Corracorang waterhole relieves many a parched throat, |
- | amongst the wildflowers which gave her so much joy. The last verse is worthy of repetition: | + | | |
- | "Paltry ambition this, and negative | + | | The quietude of its bay belies its closeness to the city, |
- | but fame enough: when we pack up at last | + | | |
- | our bivouac of three score years and ten | + | | Soon the drab heath will dazzle the eye with a myriad of blooms, |
- | sufficient if we leave no hurt to mar | + | | |
- | earth' | + | |
- | may there be sunlight and such sense of peace that wanderers who come upon the piece | + | ===== Vale - Kath McKay ===== |
- | must pause, and say, " | + | |
- | ***XXX-XXXX**** | + | On 4th June last and in the presence of her niece, Catherine, old family friends and bushwalkers of other days, the ashes of our loved member were committed to the bush in a quiet corner of one of her favourite areas, the Ku-Ring-Gai Chase National Park. This simple yet dignified ceremony had been arranged by The Dungalla Club. One of Kath's old walking companions, Laurence (Mouldy) Harrison, addressed those assembled, recapping her love of the great outdoors, her unusual qualities and pleasant personality and her contributions to her old Club (Sydney Bush Walkers), not only in good comradeship but in prose and verse in recognition of all of which, in her twilight years, she was elected an Honorary Member. |
- | THE MON IN ' | + | |
- | Bill Burke' | + | At the conclusion of the obsequies, Ron Knightley recited that poem of Kath's entitled " |
- | Most membe-....s | + | |
- | I'll respect the wishes of the poor unfortunate who felt almost every step, | + | |Paltry ambition this, and negative| |
- | and not name them.... The same poor unfortunate had their sock gallantly' | + | |but fame enough: when we pack up at last| |
- | retrieved after they'd dropped it during one of the two necessary crossings. | + | |our bivouac of three score years and ten| |
- | The Turon had been in flood only a couple of weeks before, but now it is a. serene stream with the occasional gentle rapid over the river ' | + | |sufficient if we leave no hurt to mar| |
- | On the Monday morning the 16 of us arose to a ground covered in white | + | |earth' |
- | Page 6 THE SYDNEY BUSHiVAIKER ' | + | |may there be sunlight and such sense of peace| |
- | frost, although some had be4n: | + | |that wanderers who come upon the piece| |
- | Close to Hill End we saw strong evidence of the former gold mining | + | |must pause, and say, " |
- | days in the form of stone races and one of the tiny old huts which is. still . standing. (There is, however, an ugly ghost in this hut which takes unsuspecting females by surprise, so be warned.) It Hill.End itself we | + | |
- | 'did the sights' | + | ===== The Turon In Winter ===== |
- | Then, as much as we would have liked to finish this pleasant weekend with a meal at the convivial "Cafe Sofala" | + | by Barbara Bruce |
- | * * * * * * * * | + | |
- | A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE. Anonymous. | + | Bill Burke' |
- | Having been a participant on Bill Capon' | + | |
- | Bill's apparent disorganization, | + | Most members |
- | Line 33 " | + | |
- | Line 35 " | + | The Turon had been in flood only a couple of weeks before, but now it is a serene stream with the occasional gentle rapid over the river ' |
- | Similar distractions by other party members were the cause of other momentary hesitations about the location of particular passes, e.g. the pass near the Amphitheatre. Alter thus: Page 5 Line 11 " | + | |
- | ' | + | On the Monday morning the 16 of us arose to a ground covered in white frost, although some had been woken earlier |
- | (a) Not taking time to turn each clothing item right way after removing it. | + | |
- | .03 Not mending holes in clothes. . .. | + | Close to Hill End we saw strong evidence of the former gold mining days in the form of stone races and one of the tiny old huts which is still standing. (There is, however, an ugly ghost in this hut which takes unsuspecting females by surprise, so be warned.) It Hill End itself we 'did the sights' |
- | (c) Only washing clothes half as regularly as the rest of us, by wearing both sides before laundering. | + | |
- | (a) Leaving packs and clothes out in the rain to save washing them at all. .(e) Blending his pears and yogurt in his pack whilst moving along during | + | Then, as much as we would have liked to finish this pleasant weekend with a meal at the convivial "Cafe Sofala" |
- | the walk. | + | |
- | We-cauld | + | ===== A Different Perspective ===== |
- | this beautiful area. | + | Anonymous |
- | ,;..:L;c: . | + | |
- | Page 7 TEE SYDNEY BITS1041.1= JuAy, 1983. | + | Having been a participant on Bill Capon' |
- | ..... | + | |
- | THE CASE OF THE DIRTY SIND SHOES. | + | Bill's apparent disorganization, |
- | by Jim Brown. | + | | Page 2 | Line 30 " |
- | In the May issue of the magazine a Federation newsletter was enclosed: this contained an outline of the search conducted an the Colo River for two young people, Ana Herzel and Nick Gann, who undertook a trip into the Colo Gorge in mid-March this year, and were a few days overdue before walking out under their ovin steam on Friday, 18th March. In the meantime a large Police- organised S. & R. action had been mounted, with some 60 walkers including members of S.B.W. taking part. | + | | Line 33 | " |
- | During the May meeting of Federation, which I actually attended as a Bush Club delegate, a letter from Ana Herzel' | + | | Line 35 | " |
- | exact words, but MTS. Herzel wrote something along the lines of "every time | + | |
- | I see a pair of sand shoes, I will want to step an them and make them dirty like the shoes of the wonderful people who | + | Similar distractions by other party members were the cause of other momentary hesitations about the location of particular passes, e.g. the pass near the Amphitheatre. Alter thus: |
- | The dirty sand shoes: | + | | Page 5 | Line 11 " |
- | because none of us is completely free of sinful pride, I recalled that I was | + | |
- | one of the first S.B.W. to adopt the sand shoe for walking in the N.S.W. bush. That the sand shoes become dirty is, of course, a corollary of bush- walking: that their dirtiness has now become - to one lady at least - a symbol of activity and kindness, well that's just heartening. | + | As for Bill's personal habits, any Time and Motion Study expert would tell you that he probably saves many hours over the period of a year by: |
- | At some stage, about 1948, I decided the boots I had been wearing | + | * Unordered List Item Not taking time to turn each clothing item right way after removing it. |
- | In conversation with Tom Moppett, the then President, I learned that | + | * Unordered List Item Not mending holes in clothes. |
- | some pre-war walkers had worn either golf shoes or " | + | * Unordered List Item Only washing clothes half as regularly as the rest of us, by wearing both sides before laundering. |
- | with rubber sole). | + | * Unordered List Item Leaving packs and clothes out in the rain to save washing them at all. |
- | I invested in a pair. The effect was remarkable, for a lightly-boned person. At the. end of a long day I was still moving fairly easily with my feet shod in 2 lbs of leather and rubber, instead of the massive | + | * Blending his pears and yogurt in his pack whilst moving along during the walk. |
- | After a few, experiments, | + | |
- | and snow. | + | We could all take a lesson from his " |
- | Page 8 THE S)NEY BUSHWALKER June, | + | |
- | - -- | + | ===== The Case of the Dirty Sandshoes ===== |
- | In January 1950, I wore boots for the last time on a trip in Tasmania, where mud, snakes and leeches were deeted-to make -them'essential. I had such a miserable time that I left a ioair of boots in the hut in Mount Field National Park, and used an almost worn-out pair of sneakers down to the National Park railway station. | + | by Jim Brown |
- | . Of course, some of my converts to sneakers really didntt enjoy it. | + | |
- | It was a case of the man who "tried it once, didn't like it". I remember I coaxed Roy Braggy | + | In the May issue of the magazine a Federation newsletter was enclosed: this contained an outline of the search conducted an the Colo River for two young people, Ana Herzel and Nick Gann, who undertook a trip into the Colo Gorge in mid-March this year, and were a few days overdue before walking out under their own steam on Friday, 18th March. In the meantime a large Police-organised S. & R. action had been mounted, with some 60 walkers including members of S.B.W. taking part. |
- | The big blow fell about 1951 when the manufacturers decided sneakers were either unprofitable or in insufficient demand, and ceased producing | + | |
- | them. However, by this time I was so sold an light rubber footwear that I immediately switched to sand shoes - initially the 10s.6th variety sold by | + | During the May meeting of Federation, which I actually attended as a Bush Club delegate, a letter from Ana Herzel' |
- | Coles and Woolworths, which would give me perhaps 80 mileS of hard going | + | |
- | under wet conditions or 150 miles in kinder circumstances. | + | The dirty sandshoes| |
- | Now, I can't pretend that I persuaded, cajoled or no-erced | + | |
- | Ross. Laird and Geoff Wags, who came to the Club about 1952-3, all went straight into sand shoes. They were the tiger walkers of the. early 50's, so what they wore -became the "in thins" | + | At some stage, about 1948, I decided the boots I had been wearing |
- | if you wore )light nylon socks with sand shoes, insteadiof | + | |
- | woollen sock's, you were less likely to suffer blisters. | + | In conversation with Tom Moppett, the then President, I learned that some pre-war walkers had worn either golf shoes or " |
- | Where boots were once the symbol of the bush walker, it seems now to be | + | |
- | accepted that, in our easy N.S.T, conditions, sand shoes are the conventonal | + | After a few, experiments, |
- | * * * * * * * * * * * * | + | |
- | SOCIAL NOTES FOR AUGUST. | + | In January 1950, I wore boots for the last time on a trip in Tasmania, where mud, snakes and leeches were deemed |
- | by Jo Van SomMers. | + | |
- | 0 August 17 - Talented Persons Concert. | + | Of course, some of my converts to sneakers really didntt enjoy it. It was a case of the man who "tried it once, didn't like it". I remember I coaxed Roy Bruggy |
- | Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and declaimers please contact | + | |
- | Owen Marks - Phone 30-187. | + | The big blow fell about 1951 when the manufacturers decided sneakers were either unprofitable or in insufficient demand, and ceased producing them. However, by this time I was so sold an light rubber footwear that I immediately switched to sand shoes - initially the 10s.6th variety sold by Coles and Woolworths, which would give me perhaps 80 miles of hard going under wet conditions or 150 miles in kinder circumstances. |
- | August 24 - Peter Christian will show a series of. slides with | + | |
- | natural sound effects titled - | + | Now, I can't pretend that I persuaded, cajoled or coerced |
- | " | + | |
- | August 31 Bush Dancing, with caller. - 8 - 10 pm. Nothing complicated, | + | Where boots were once the symbol of the bush walker, it seems now to be accepted that, in our easy N.S.W, conditions, sand shoes are the conventional |
- | 0 Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant,.30 pm. B.Y.0; | + | |
+ | ===== Social Notes fro August ===== | ||
+ | by Jo Van Sommers | ||
+ | |||
+ | |* August 17 | Talented Persons Concert | ||
+ | | | Anyone who would like to join the line-up of singers and players and | | ||
+ | | |declaimers please contact Owen Marks - Phone 30-187. | ||
+ | | August 24 | Peter Christian will show a series of slides with natural sound | | ||
+ | | | effects titled - " | ||
+ | | August 31 | Bush Dancing, with caller. | ||
+ | * Everyone is invited to meet beforehand at the Phuong Vietnamese Restaurant, | ||
87 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest. | 87 Willoughby Road, Crow's Nest. | ||
- | July, 1983. THE SYDNEY BliSHWALICER | ||
- | NERRIGA AREA - YADBORO ESCARPMENT - THE CASTLE - DRURY' | ||
- | by Frank ' | ||
- | (Following the reprint of Ron Knightley' | ||
- | by Alex Colley over Easter 1959 and published in the May issue of the magazine together with reminiscences by other members of the party. | ||
- | The true grit of S.B.W. walkers is clearly revealed. | ||
- | For those wanting to trace the route on a map it should be pointed | ||
- | out that some place names have been altered since then. Jerricknorra Creek is now Tog Wog Creek, The Peak is now. Corang Peak, Mount Renwick, | ||
- | the large rocky plateau west of Monolith Valley. It was first dubbed Mt. Renwick by walkers, and later the portion north of the crevasse | ||
- | which bisects it was called Mount Roswaine. In some subsequent maps Renwick became "Mt .Owen" and Roswaine "Mt .Cole", | ||
- | " | ||
- | far from Pigeon House Mountain. This was the accepted way of access | ||
- | to the Clyde River before construction of the road into Yadboro Flat.) | ||
- | A' | ||
- | highland freshness. Anyway how can birds in the sky compete for attention with bull-ants on the ground, especially at lunch time? But not even bull-ants, nor-the-next party' | ||
- | The line of approach from the Mongarlowe road is normally a compass beering.on The Peak approximately ENE of_Jerrichnorra crossing. Ilex took' a ridge more to the north, to avoid some of the ups and downs and dense scrub. After a.couple of miles a rocky top was reached, the watershed of the Corang - River, and there, straight ahead to the ENE, was The Peak. The direct | ||
- | approach, althaugh.descending.and beckoning, some of us had cause to know was pretty exercising. The party sat down and muttered. But when the leader | ||
- | reappeared from his reconnaissance they were docile and obedient. About a mile or so and the ridge cathe' | ||
- | Our ridge now started to,narrow and-the trees gave place to open.high . country with low scrub. A Great gorge to the north, the Peak to the east and 2000 ft Of cliff and steeps to the south (Yadboro Creek Gorge) with Currockbilly beyond bathed in sunset splendour, was the setting for our camp. Alan Abbott somehow couldn' | ||
- | Page 10 THE SYDNEY BUSETALKER July, | ||
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- | caMment. The camp was elevated and-a' | ||
- | would have aludhilated_us.. _However, it: | ||
- | love get saved up for sanething-better. _ | ||
- | Gurrockbilly drew up layers of mist of varying shades and patterns to base the orange and red cumulus in the glory of the sunset. But the pattern was changing fast, and the saddle just below us misted over. Fortunately it soon cleared. The clouds vanish/id and left a clear starry sky. Then | ||
- | came the next performance. A magnificent display of the Aurora Australis, | ||
- | Nature' | ||
- | Next morning was misty and as we climbed higher the ground got wetter. The summit of The Peak was disappointing, | ||
- | seen of Pigeon House, the ocean and the rugged gorges around us. The)Peak is practically a perfect cone and is quite treeless. It rises some hundreds | ||
- | of feet above its ridge, and is prominent for many miles in most directions. | ||
- | To get off the plateau-like area around The Peak means a drop over a cliff. The gentlest drop is to follow a ridge right out to its end, going about NE. Down below the route took us over swamps, keeping the same general direction towards the point called " | ||
- | small creek for lunch. The whole area was oozing with water as if it had been raining for months. In the afternoon we pushed up the north-end clift | ||
- | on to Mt. Renwick. Yvonne Renwick, busy with her camera, recorded the mist and the burnt-out beauty of the family mountain. | ||
- | ' | ||
- | " | ||
- | " | ||
- | .A mighty struggle and we were down, packs and all. Then the white ants collea*d on the ground and the elite climbed up the other side to see the . view from the south end of Mt. Renwick in the mist. This did not take long. In clear weather, however, this view is really fine and takes its place amongst those many outstanding panoramas exclusive to walkers. | ||
- | The next move was to get off Mt. R4nwick by going eastward down the crevasSe. We struggled .through dense and tangling undergrowth, | ||
- | the cliff to the right with another mighty struggle, and went' back to our starting point at the top. Some chose to go down into the crevasse at .its | ||
- | _shallowest point and beat out a caMp site, and the rest camped on the odd | ||
- | patches .of swamp between the enormous rock slabs on the southern side of | ||
- | the rift. | ||
- | July-, 1983. THE SYDNEBUSHWALKER Page 11 | ||
- | Towards the end of the evening meal the mist turned to light rain. Everyone was tired. Tents were braced. Fires and voices became lower. From the crevasse depths about:40 ft below came a continental accent, a flicker of sparks, a faint .glow, then blackness and silence. The rain steadily incresed, drumming on the taut tent sheets. I got out and looked | ||
- | . at the back of the tent, behind the bushes which had been selected as a wind-break. A large area of flat rock sloped down, draining towards the tent. Above that, the run-off from the next shelf was descending and so on to the top. The gully towards my tent drained about an acre. So in the event of six inches of rain, 136,000 gallons of water would pass through the tent. It did! | ||
- | There was no escape. The plugs were all pulled out and down it came. | ||
- | 'At the.start I knew there was nowhere to move to,,so T.pat clothes 41the,:pack and 'got into the bag in swimming trunks. I managed to get the first part of the usuaLnightmare over before being suddenly awakened. Bill Cosgrove was | ||
- | WET.. In fact, he was partially submerged. Salvation was in the li-los, | ||
- | which were blown up another couple Of notches. A wail came from Jean Harvey in the darkneWs - the tide was rising.. Then came the sounds of Max Gentle' | ||
- | In the morning we had a cold breakfast and, drank the water from the ground in the tent as needed. Sodden gear was packed, and we lost no time in battling up the crack on the other side and so back to the cleft of .our original entry an ton. Renwick (this would be the natural pass between The Donjon and Mt. Cole.) There Were some murmurings and threats of mutiny in vievvof fear of the Clyde River being' | ||
- | and followed him; their' | ||
- | A few hundred yards eastward and we pulled out on to a shelf an the right,' | ||
- | three great spires as massive as Belougery. After some complicated manoenvring we came to a saddle in a high valley, surrounded by cliffs, spires and | ||
- | chasms, with even a " | ||
- | Dropping eastward down a creek below the north -W11, weilescended the roughest and scruffiest of the gorges so far. An hour or more of ' | ||
- | Col" of The Castle. In rain, mist and cold and with time running out, , We | ||
- | .struggled down the great rugged slope west from the saddle. | ||
- | Yadboro Creek and all side creeks | + | ===== Nerriga Area - Yadboro |
- | . | + | by Frank Leyden |
- | Next morning we walked half a mile up the' 'Clyde', to tlhere | + | |
- | wide and deep and the 'current less strong and " | + | // |
- | towed on a lilo. We even had" to " | + | |
- | Page 12 TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER July, | + | For those wanting to trace the route on a map it should be pointed out that some place names have been altered since then. Jerricknorra |
- | frustrated by time and rain. | + | |
- | The last run into Drury' | + | " |
- | our hired bus had waited, but at Nora the lasttrain | + | |
- | Alex who, by stout efforts to the last, got us out of the predicament, | + | A flock of black cockatoos circled above the tree. tops uttering their screaming " |
- | In the same magazine was published comment by several of the people who survived the "Night on Bare Mountain" | + | |
- | From the Leader Alex Colley. - Having spent many a wet weekend at Jamberoo, not far_from.Peter.Page's rain gauge, I think I can estimate precipitation | + | The line of approach from the Mongarlowe road is normally a compass bearing on The Peak approximately ENE of_Jerrichnorra crossing. Alex took a ridge more to the north, to avoid some of the ups and downs and dense scrub. After a couple of miles a rocky top was reached, the watershed of the Corang River, and there, straight ahead to the ENE, was The Peak. The direct approach, although descending and beckoning, some of us had cause to know was pretty exercising. The party sat down and muttered. But when the leader reappeared from his reconnaissance they were docile and obedient. About a mile or so and the ridge came around to the east, and lo! a bridle track. Next time I think we will follow the open country on the right bank of the Jerricknorra to the clearings west of "The Twins" where this track would originate. |
- | fairly well. For ,long stretches of the night the rate of fall must have been at least an inch an hour, and the night' | + | |
- | . As the deluge intensified I recalled Frank Barlow' | + | Our ridge now started to narrow and the trees gave place to open high country with low scrub. A great gorge to the north, the Peak to the east and 2000 ft of cliff and steeps to the south (Yadboro Creek Gorge) with Currockbilly beyond bathed in sunset splendour, was the setting for our camp. Alan Abbott somehow couldn' |
- | Lamington during a similar downpour. The only place he could camp was on the track with groundsheet spread over the rivulet which ran dawn it. . During the night four large crayfish left the stream to share his couch. The morning after our wetting I asked Frank whether | + | |
- | From Yvonne | + | Gurrockbilly drew up layers of mist of varying shades and patterns to base the orange and red cumulus in the glory of the sunset. But the pattern was changing fast, and the saddle just below us misted over. Fortunately it soon cleared. The clouds vanished and left a clear starry sky. Then came the next performance. A magnificent display of the Aurora Australis, Nature' |
- | 8 knots. Alan continued the canal around the other end of the tent while I watched to see nothing was swept away by the tide.... Alex crawled outside | + | |
- | when the rain cased a little and, returning about 10 minutes later, reported | + | Next morning was misty and as we climbed higher the ground got wetter. The summit of The Peak was disappointing, |
- | he had cleared a space on the crest of the rise, and if we moved camp we should have no more trouble with water rushing through the tent.... We stuffed our gear into our packs, which were swirling around in the .deeper pools, up-rooted the tent and.faught | + | |
- | From Jean Harve. | + | To get off the plateau-like area around The Peak means a drop over a cliff. The gentlest drop is to follow a ridge right out to its end, going about NE. Down below the route took us over swamps, keeping the same general direction towards the point called " |
- | Brian suggested we get out of our sodden sleeping bags and spend the night | + | |
- | sitting up. As it was not yet midnight, Irene and I protested volubly against such folly, preferring pneumonia recumbent, enclosed in bag, to pneumonia | + | Crossing the top to the southward we came to the crevasse that traverses the plateau. Access to this is straight dawn a crack for about 20 feet with a-good stance in the centre. " |
+ | |||
+ | A mighty struggle and we were down, packs and all. Then the white ants collapsed on the ground and the elite climbed up the other side to see the view from the south end of Mt Renwick in the mist. This did not take long. In clear weather, however, this view is really fine and takes its place amongst those many outstanding panoramas exclusive to walkers. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next move was to get off Mt Renwick by going eastward down the crevasse. We struggled through dense and tangling undergrowth, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Towards the end of the evening meal the mist turned to light rain. Everyone was tired. Tents were braced. Fires and voices became lower. From the crevasse depths about 40 ft below came a continental accent, a flicker of sparks, a faint glow, then blackness and silence. The rain steadily increased, drumming on the taut tent sheets. I got out and looked at the back of the tent, behind the bushes which had been selected as a wind-break. A large area of flat rock sloped down, draining towards the tent. Above that, the run-off from the next shelf was descending and so on to the top. The gully towards my tent drained about an acre. So in the event of six inches of rain, 136,000 gallons of water would pass through the tent. It did! | ||
+ | |||
+ | There was no escape. The plugs were all pulled out and down it came. At the start I knew there was nowhere to move to, so I put clothes into the pack and got into the bag in swimming trunks. I managed to get the first part of the usual nightmare over before being suddenly awakened. Bill Cosgrove was // | ||
+ | |||
+ | In the morning we had a cold breakfast and drank the water from the ground in the tent as needed. Sodden gear was packed, and we lost no time in battling up the crack on the other side and so back to the cleft of our original entry on to Mt Renwick (this would be the natural pass between Mt Donjon and Mt Cole.) There were some murmurings and threats of mutiny in view of fear of the Clyde River being impassable. But Alex soon quelled this with soft words, and with docile obedience they plunged into the vegetation-choked chasm and followed him, their packs oozing wet tents and wet sleeping bags. | ||
+ | |||
+ | A few hundred yards eastward and we pulled out on to a shelf on the right, leading to another great cleft between the cliffs of Mt Renwick and three great spires as massive as Belougery. After some complicated maneuvering we came to a saddle in a high valley, surrounded by cliffs, spires and chasms, with even a " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dropping eastward down a creek below the north wall, we descended the roughest and scruffiest of the gorges so far. An hour or more of descent to the steep waterfall and below this came sidling below the cliffs of the "North Col" of The Castle. In rain, mist and cold and with time running out, we struggled down the great rugged slope west from the saddle. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yadboro Creek and all side creeks were in high flood. But it was great to be among the trees again and get some big log fires going to dry out the sleeping bags. During the evening cooking, that doleful burst of song about "Poor Old Ned" rose in brief polyphonic | ||
+ | |||
+ | Next morning we walked half a mile up the Clyde River to where it was wide and deep and the current less strong and " | ||
+ | |||
+ | The last run into Drury' | ||
+ | Alex who, by stout efforts to the last, got us out of the predicament, | ||
+ | |||
+ | //In the same magazine was published comment by several of the people who survived the "Night on Bare Mountain" | ||
+ | |||
+ | __From | ||
+ | |||
+ | __From | ||
+ | |||
+ | __From | ||
sitting up, without bag. | sitting up, without bag. | ||
- | From Frank Barlow | + | |
- | heard-was exactly like that thunderous sound one hears when standing at the foot of Niagara Falls. As a wall of water 6 inches deep washes through my tent | + | __From |
- | I see my pack disappear through the flaps and slide away down the slope. Leaping | + | out into the deluge I rescued it 100 ft down the slope. |
- | out into the deluge I rescued it 100 ft down.the slope. | + | |
- | tent I had to swim and leap up the rapids like a salmon. Into the flapping tent | + | ===== Trekking Through the McPherson Ranges, November |
- | I flung myself only to discover that the graandsheet | + | by Wal. Liddle |
- | it together with my sleeping bag caught against a large rock..... | + | |
- | * * * * * * * * * * | + | Through a break in the white fairy floss clouds we could see the high rise apartment towers of the Gold Coast silhouetted |
- | eastwood | + | |
- | camping | + | The airbus 200 landed at Brisbane airport one hour twenty minutes after take off from Mascot. Our group of three were greeted by the tour leader Pat and co-leader Mark (a biologist) and escorted |
- | ode | + | |
- | ICAMPING EQUIPMENT Large Tents Stoves | + | From here we proceeded to Beechmont and stopped at Rosettas Lookout |
- | DISTRIBUTORS OF: | + | |
- | Paddymade | + | Resuming our journey we proceeded to Natural Bridge which consisted of a cave and natural |
- | BUSHWALKERS | + | |
- | ILightweight Tents Sleeping Bags Rucksacks | + | Our luncheon spot was on a dirt road near an A-frame house not far from Natural Bridge. As the luncheon was being prepared a strange cooing sound came from around the bend. Further investigation revealed that the sound emanated from a large fat pigeon that was waddling across the road. The bird was brown in colour with a white lower breast and was feeding on fallen berries and grass seeds. Mark indicated that this was a Wonga Pigeon. |
- | Proprietors: | + | |
- | EASTWOOD CANVAS GOODS & CAMPING SUPPLIES 3 Trelawney St Eastwood NSW 2122 Phone: 858 2775 | + | We then saw a black-faced fly catcher flying between the trees. This small bird was coloured blue-grey on its upper parts with an orange under belly and a black face. |
- | Rowe Street | + | |
- | Rutledge Street | + | After devouring the last of our cheese sandwiches and finishing off the black tea the group piled into the bus and were driven to Binna Burra, a camping area adjacent to Lamington National Park. We pitched the two-man tents on a terraced area at the edge. of a mountain |
- | iage 14 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKERS July, 1983. | + | |
- | TREKKING THROUGH THE MCPHERSON RANGES, NOVEMBER | + | After dinner that evening Mark produced a large spotlight and attempted to show the party some of the animal and bird life that lived in the trees. Alas, all we found was a brown Boo Book Owl that seemed to be fast asleep in the fork of a low branched tree. |
- | PART 10 by "' | + | |
- | Through a break in the white fairy floss clouds we could.see the high rise apartment towers of the Gold Coast silhouetted | + | We awoke the next morning to a hot and sunny day. Pat indicated that the bus would drive on to our next camping spot and we would only need the bare essentials for the day's walking. Whilst the breakfast was being prepared I strolled over to a cleared area close to the thick bush. Joyce was there before me taking photos of a family of pademelon |
- | The airbus 200 landed at Brisbane airport one hour twenty minutes | + | |
- | Our group of three were greeted by the tour leader Pat and. .co-leader | + | After breakfast Pat called the group together and indicated on the map our route for the day. Mark looked resplendent in khaki shorts, grey shirt, leather leggings and boots, complete with a Forestry Commission yellow hard hat. In addition to his haversack he was carrying a briefcase full of reference books and key maps. |
- | Mark (a biologist) and gscorted | + | |
- | From here we proceeded to Beechmont and stopped at Rosettas Lookout | + | |
- | of the land. Two brightly coloured hang gliders could be see- in the distance, the pilots taking advantage of the updrafts to soar like eagles, whilst a young man was navigating a radiocontrolled mO4el.plane at the top of the slope. | + | |
- | Resuming our journey we proceeded to Natural Bridge which consisted of | + | |
- | a cave and natural | + | |
- | Our luncheon spot was on a dirt road near an A-frame house not far from | + | |
- | Natural Bridge. As the luncheon was being prepared a strange cooing sound came from around the bend. Further investigation revealed that the sound emanated from a large fat pigeon that was waddling across the road. The bird | + | |
- | was brown in colour with a white lower breast and.was feeding on fallen berries | + | |
- | - | + | |
- | and grass seeds. Mark indicated that this was a'Wonga Pigeon. | + | |
- | We then saw alplack-faced fly catcher flying between the trees.. This | + | |
- | small bird was coloured blue grey on its upper parts with an orange under- -t belly and a black face- | + | |
- | After devouring the last' | + | |
- | After dinner that evening Mark produced a large spotlight and attempted to show the party some of the animal and bird life that lived in the trees. | + | |
- | July,.. 1983._ ,' | + | |
- | Alas, all we found was a brown Boo Book Owl that seemed to be fast asleep in the fork of a low branched tree. | + | |
- | We awoke the next morning to a hot and sunny day. Pat indicated that the bus would drive on to our next camping spot and we would only need the bare essentials for the day's walking. Whilst the breakfast was being prepared I strolled over to a cleared area close to the thick bush. Joyce was there before me taking photos of a family of paddemelon | + | |
- | After breakfast Pat called the group together and indicated on the map Our route for the day. Mark looked resplendent in khaki shorts, grey shirt, leather leggings and boots, complete with a Forestry Commission yellow hard hat. In addition to his haversack he was carrying a briefcase full of reference books and key maps. | + | |
Shortly afterwards we set off on the well-defined graded Border Track. In a few minutes the temperature had dropped considerably because of the tall trees and dense canopy overhead that blocked out the rays of the sun. | Shortly afterwards we set off on the well-defined graded Border Track. In a few minutes the temperature had dropped considerably because of the tall trees and dense canopy overhead that blocked out the rays of the sun. | ||
- | Mark said that all of the trees in this section of the plateau were rainforest species and that eucalypts did not grow here. He pointed out some of the species as we proceeded along the path - Red Carabeens 100 to 140 feet high, Rose Mahoganys, White Walnuts, the Silver Quandang, the Mock Orange tree, down to the smallest, a Finger Lime only 50 mm in diameter with tiny ' | + | |
+ | Mark said that all of the trees in this section of the plateau were rainforest species and that eucalypts did not grow here. He pointed out some of the species as we proceeded along the path - Red Carabeens 100 to 140 feet high, Rose Mahoganys, White Walnuts, the Silver Quandang, the Mock Orange tree, down to the smallest, a Finger Lime only 50 mm in diameter with tiny ' | ||
Suddenly a sharp sound like a rifle shot rang out. This call repeated at intervals came from a Rifle Bird. The bird was black in colour with a white cheek. | Suddenly a sharp sound like a rifle shot rang out. This call repeated at intervals came from a Rifle Bird. The bird was black in colour with a white cheek. | ||
+ | |||
Many of the tall trees that we passed were ' | Many of the tall trees that we passed were ' | ||
- | As the walkers came over a rise in the track a strange sight met our eyes - two tall trees were growing together, one over the other. The outer one was the notorious | + | |
+ | As the walkers came over a rise in the track a strange sight met our eyes - two tall trees were growing together, one over the other. The outer one was the notorious | ||
The bushwalkers broke out of the cool of the forest into bright sunlight at 10 am near the Joalah Lookout. The lookout commands an awe-inspiring breathtaking view of the lush Tweed Valley below. The valley, extends for | The bushwalkers broke out of the cool of the forest into bright sunlight at 10 am near the Joalah Lookout. The lookout commands an awe-inspiring breathtaking view of the lush Tweed Valley below. The valley, extends for | ||
- | 30 miles. In the far distance' | + | 30 miles. In the far distance' |
- | Page 16 THE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER July, | + | |
- | a great-volcano-that- erupted some 20-million-years-ago pouring-forth. lava.-- Over the years some of this lava eroded | + | After a short rest the party again plunged into the cool of the forest. Not far along the track a native |
- | After a short rest the party again plunged into the cool of the forest. Not far along the track a Native | + | |
- | At a bend in the track we witnessed a dance by the Rufous Fantail. This small bird about the size of a robin is generally brown in colour with a patch of white under the beak. A splash of orange is featured | + | At a bend in the track we witnessed a dance by the Rufous Fantail. This small bird about the size of a robin is generally brown in colour with a patch of white under the beak. A splash of orange is featured |
- | - - | + | |
The path then turned inland through pristine green gullies and at 11.00 am the party reached Dragon Bird Creek which was flowing with water from the Coomera River. | The path then turned inland through pristine green gullies and at 11.00 am the party reached Dragon Bird Creek which was flowing with water from the Coomera River. | ||
- | At 12 noon we reached Mt. Merino Lookout overlooking the Tweed Valley. Our view was of cleared farmland interspersed with trees. Dense bush grew on the mountain | + | |
- | A large grey .bird, the Top Knot Pigeon, so named because of the shape of the feathers on its head, flew above the valley. Purple flowered bushes and yellow clumps of daisies grew at the edge of the lookout. At 2.30 the walkers reached Moon Joorara Lookout from where could be seen the township of Murwillumbah and in the distance Byron Bay. | + | At 12 noon we reached Mt Merino Lookout overlooking the Tweed Valley. Our view was of cleared farmland interspersed with trees. Dense bush grew on the mountain |
- | Not far from.the lookout, the group saw a number of King Parrots feeding in the tree tops. These large birds were coloured orange/red on the head and lower parts with soft green feathers to the rest of the body. They have a tail which is almost as long as the wing. | + | |
+ | A large grey bird, the Top Knot Pigeon, so named because of the shape of the feathers on its head, flew above the valley. Purple flowered bushes and yellow clumps of daisies grew at the edge of the lookout. At 2:30 the walkers reached Moon Joorara Lookout from where could be seen the township of Murwillumbah and in the distance Byron Bay. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not far from the lookout, the group saw a number of King Parrots feeding in the tree tops. These large birds were coloured orange/red on the head and lower parts with soft green feathers to the rest of the body. They have a tail which is almost as long as the wing. | ||
Dingo droppings were observed on ton of a rock near the junction of a dry creek bed. These droppings marked the boundary of that particular dingo' | Dingo droppings were observed on ton of a rock near the junction of a dry creek bed. These droppings marked the boundary of that particular dingo' | ||
- | At 5.30 we broke out of the dense forest to a large cleared area on top of a mountain. A large timber arch over the track proclaimed that we had reached the boundary of-that section of the park. We had come to O' | + | |
- | distance. . | + | At 5:30 we broke out of the dense forest to a large cleared area on top of a mountain. A large timber arch over the track proclaimed that we had reached the boundary of-that section of the park. We had come to O' |
- | The evening meal was partaken with a picturesque red sunset in the background,. the sun taking half-an-hOur to sink below the horizon. . We shared some of our food with two blue and black satin bowerbirds | + | |
- | 1983: - THE SYDNEY BUSEWALKER, | + | The evening meal was partaken with a picturesque red sunset in the background, the sun taking half an hour to sink below the horizon. We shared some of our food with two blue and black Satin Bowerbirds |
- | FREE FOR THE DAY. | + | |
- | by Spiro Hajinakitas. | + | **__End |
- | Date& Saturday, 26th March, 1983. | + | |
- | Route: | + | ===== Free for the Day ===== |
- | . | + | by Spiro Hajinakitas |
- | Mount O' | + | |
- | Starters | + | | Date| Saturday, 26th March, 1983 | |
+ | | Route: | ||
+ | | Starters | ||
Energetic young offsprings can really wear out good-hearted grandparent babysitters, | Energetic young offsprings can really wear out good-hearted grandparent babysitters, | ||
+ | |||
So with the babysitters organised, John Redfern and I were pleased to accept Chris' invitation to go on a long day walk in the Blue Mountains. | So with the babysitters organised, John Redfern and I were pleased to accept Chris' invitation to go on a long day walk in the Blue Mountains. | ||
- | We left Sydney at some ungodly hour and arrived at Carlon' | + | |
- | 8.15 am. On the way up John remarked how strange it was for him to-pack for a day walk as he usually goes on overnight walks, as I do. He fdlt sure he had brought along .too much gear and food. Thus whilst we waited for Craig, Christine, Richard and Ian to arrive we sorted out our gear, got our ect together and walked up to Bert Carlon' | + | We left Sydney at some ungodly hour and arrived at Carlon' |
- | Along the road to Ironpot Mountain we could see that the bush had | + | |
- | benefited from the recent rain and looking back towards Narrow Neck we envied | + | Along the road to Ironpot Mountain we could see that the bush had benefited from the recent rain and looking back towards Narrow Neck we envied the view that the people at " |
- | the view that the people at " | + | |
- | Once past the steep section, the ridge flattened_out | + | Once past the steep section, the ridge flattened out and we.stopped to admire a most handsome stand of Ironbarks |
- | , freely and clean after months of severe drought. | + | |
- | We started off up the Jenolan River and after a short walk stopped for lunch on a nice grassy bank. As we had all had a very early breakfast we did feel rather hungry and we ate a hearty | + | We started off up the Jenolan River and after a short walk stopped for lunch on a nice grassy bank. As we had all had a very early breakfast we did feel rather hungry and we ate a hearty |
- | 2age 18 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER July, | + | |
- | steep-sides'of the-Lower'Jenolan Canyon, I had-not ever walked up or down the Jenolan River and I was impressed with the scenery it offered. Many years ago, Craig told us he did walk right up to Caves House, the upper reacheS | + | At last the time came for some uphill going. |
- | At last the time came for some uphill going. | + | |
- | | + | Richard raced off up the river and up Breakfast Creek to get back to the cars before dark, whilst we followed at a slower pace. At the junction of the Coxs and Breakfast Creek we came upon a large party of school children and their teachers cooking their evening meal. We walked through their camp, exchanged greetings and started off up Breakfast Creek. |
- | By the time we reached | + | |
- | John and I remarked how nice it would have been if we had stayed out and camped on the Cox' | + | By the time we reached |
- | *XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX | + | |
- | .NOTICE OF CHANGE OF WALK. LEADER | + | John and I remarked how nice it would have been if we had stayed out and camped on the Coxs as is our usual Saturday night habit. |
- | Ian advises that due to unforeseen circumstances he is unableto | + | |
- | X X -X--X-** | + | ===== Notice of Change of Walk ===== |
- | ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION | + | Leader |
- | Single member $10 | + | |
- | Married couple $13 | + | Ian advises that due to unforeseen circumstances he is unable to lead the walk set down for July 23,24 - Hartley Vale Historical Walk, Base Camp at Hartley Vale. The walk will now be on the 30,31st of July, details as programmed for the earlier date. |
- | Full-time student $ | + | |
- | Non-active member $ 3 | + | ===== Annual Subscription |
- | Non-active member with magazine posted $ 8 | + | |
+ | | Single member | $10 | | ||
+ | | Married couple | ||
+ | | Full-time student | ||
+ | | Non-active member | ||
+ | | Non-active member with magazine posted| $8 | | ||
These subscriptions were due and payable as at the Annual General Meeting, 9th March. | These subscriptions were due and payable as at the Annual General Meeting, 9th March. | ||
- | The Treasurer is at present on holidays overseas, but the President, | + | The Treasurer is at present on holidays overseas, but the President, Tony Marshall or John Holly will accept subscriptions in the Clubroom, or **__unfinancial__** |
- | Tony. Marshall or John Holly will accept subscriptions in the ClUbroom, or UNFINANGIAL | + | |
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