I have had one of the best weekends that it is possible for me to imagine. Oh, did you climb a great mountain? No, we tried and failed – our goal had been Pindar’s Peak with La Perouse and The Hippo thrown in, but we did none of these. Did you have beautiful sunshine? No, we were caught in a blizzard with furious winds and driving hail / snow. Did you do lots of exciting things? No, for much of the middle day we were hiding in our tents listening to the rage of the weather outside. Was it nice, easy going, a relaxing walk? No, we climbed a great height and trudged a very long distance and fought strong headwinds and slopped through several kilometres of squelching mud bogs with packs that were heavy with multiple changes of clothing in case of cold, and three days worth of food and fuel inside. Our gear got a bit wet and our hands were sometimes aching and numb with the cold. Sleep was tricky with thunder booming overhead and the wind semi-lifting the tent off the ground in some of the major gusts. The ice missiles could sting quite a bit when they landed a bull’s eye, too. I skipped a meal or two as my stove wouldn’t work with such wind raging around. No, it wasn’t a weekend on which one felt pampered. (My hands were also cut, bleeding and a little infected as I had neglected to wear scrub gloves on the first day, and had also failed to bring Betadine with me). So what on earth made it so great?
Well, to find out and see the pictures, google natureloverswalks.blogspot.com