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
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
