Cloud Rock Bivvy

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 up next to Georgia’s house. That convo turned to shit with her addition, that’s for … Continue reading Cloud Rock Bivvy

Type 2 Taruahuna Tramping

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 even through fatigue, however, so we were all still determined and eager for the ridiculous … Continue reading Type 2 Taruahuna Tramping

Up River Creek Without a Shit a.k.a. The Revenge of the Night Befores’ Chicken

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 legs and lethargic lungs as we stopped at the first flattish bit – the snow … Continue reading Up River Creek Without a Shit a.k.a. The Revenge of the Night Befores’ Chicken