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 immediately. Shaun Zoë and I left Christchurch at 5 on the Wednesday. Zoë left us … Continue reading An Icy Trog from the Olderog
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 Shaun’s car). We could also see Tram Rd stretching out into the distance, it is … Continue reading Richard’s Journey: from Mt Richardson to Refreshing Beverage
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
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 a professional baker with us, and Harry fed us not one, but two banoffee pies … Continue reading Kahurangi
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 Shaun would cry at your funeral, would they even have a funeral without a body? … Continue reading Yeats Ridge
