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…
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…
When your significant other says they want to go tramping, you can’t really say no… An impromptu plan to get to Barker hut, find pretty rocks and see some glaciers was slapped together on Thursday night and 24 hours later…
There was a bit of theme on this impromptu, poorly researched but awesome and remote 3 day weekend-but-not-really-a-weekend. With end of term assignments stacking up, I wanted to be free of uni early so I stayed up till 4 in…
Voyage along the Southern Alps from Arthur’s Pass to Aoraki A brave party of four, the fabled Pirates of the Rakaia, undertook the long and treacherous journey beginning at the waters of the mighty Waimakariri and ending at the foot…