This story starts, as many do, during the early hours of the morning in the mighty Riccarton. Despite the darkness, Hamish and Marina were quite happy with their sleep, and begun an optimistic conversation about their preparedness as we pulled…
So when you find a hut called top Olderog on remote huts you know it’s a must do. And when you see it previously had a visit every three to five years then you know you have to do it…
After a sweaty climb up the mountain, being overtaken by more than one old dodder, we emerged successful high above the Canterbury plains (and the dreaded Lees Valley – where I could make out the fateful access road that obliterated…
At the sensible, punctual time of 10pm, the crazy crew was on the road to the alps. Already having been awake and studying/working all day, it was fair to say we were hardly bright eyed and bushy tailed. Insanity prevails…
9 – 11th July By Zoë Marshall-Means A group of nine is ambitious. And I’m hard to deal with. We drove to St Arnaud and boosted up to Bushline hut in the dark for an absolute feast. We happened to have…
2nd – 3rd July By Zoë Marshall-Means How good is solo tramping? Really feeling the serenity, time with your thoughts, the niggling feeling that you’re going the wrong way, the knowledge that they’ll never find your body here, wondering if…
22rd June By Zoë Marshall-Means “You can froth the road, but only 12 seconds in front of you”, in hindsight, Max is quite wise. These really are words to live by. Not that I blame him, Lewis Pass is a…
31st May – 1st June By Zoë Marshall-Means Participants: Zoë Marshall-Means and Max Truell I’ve made an incredible discovery, I was planning a tramp to a random little biv to get out of the city for the weekend, and instead…
3rd – 4th February By Zoë Marshall-Means What a start to the year. I decided to ditch my mates at Electric Ave at midnight the night before (dick move, I know), in order to go on Freshers. I messaged Hovey…
Like clockwork, the first steep-bastard-climb of the tramp hit us in the face at barely 8am, exactly how our alarms had done just two hours before. Thankfully the scenery was more than enough to distract us from our reluctantly warming…