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[November 7 th 1949] our way down to the right, passing 
some large curiously shaped rocks, to 
get to the shoulder between Mts Rufous 
and Hugel. There Len Watts left us 
to do a quick ascent of the nearest peak 
of Mt Hugel and we descended the valley 
between the two mountains, dropping swiftly 
through snow gums and scattered beech to 
the plateau of button grass and the Hugel 
Lakes. A party of YELLOW-TAILED BLACK 
COCKATOOS were feeding as we approached the 
Hugel Hut. 
There we boiled a billy (being males 
we had carried all the food and equipment). 
Then a little more button-grass and a 
steep long descent through eucalypt forest 
in the Cuvier Gorge to the lake side and 
the camp. It had been a strenuous 
day, not many birds, but a very good 
strenuous relaxation. 
November 8 th 1949 Bill and I rose at 5.0 am 
and walked along the road toward Derwent 
Bridge. It was misty and quiet and we 
