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
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 froth-able road. We had a big-mish planned. 10 people, first week of the holidays, ice … Continue reading Drive to Lewis Pass
31st May – 1st June By Zoë Marshall-Means 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 Max and I found the coldest river valley in the entire world. I’m not kidding. Science. It was very cold. I … Continue reading East Hawdon Biv
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 at 2am, informing him that I was coming, packed by 3, got Max to share … Continue reading Freshers!
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