Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
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It's NOT a bluey!'
Being banged up was one thing, but having it escalate onwards and progress into the local lurgy was not really expected, wanted OR deserved. Nor was slipping ever so slightly one night and securing another of the infamous 'Scottwoz foot classics', which had me shuffling along on the inside of a heel for a week like a complete tool. Then again, I have been cripple-free for over nine months now so I suppose something was due. Everything pretty much came along, did its damage and disappeared over a couple of weeks, leaving the rest of the time for life's natural healing process to do its magic. It's only been in the last few days that I've felt like a regular person again, which is nice.
The timing of this sprightly recovery though couldn't have been better, as today was one of those memorable ones which will be treasured long after it's passed.
I was a bit more prepared this time having spent the whole afternoon yesterday with young Jeremy, who talked me right to the top of Coronet Peak and had me twisting and turning down unfamiliar and hostile terrain all the way down. I lived. And I learned. The result? It worked wonders - today was a blast!
It was a 'fingers-crossed' early morning phone call that secured our choice of playground. After getting the thumbs up on the road conditions for the Lindis Pass and mountain access road, the four of us (Jez, Lyn, Caroline and myself) piled in to Jon's rattly but trusty four wheel drive and hit the road. Three bone-shaken hours later and we were perched excitedly up in the chilly heights of Mt Sutton, an unspoiled location in the Southern Alps overlooking the bright blue expanse of Lake Ohau. The circumstances couldn't have been better. There was hardly a soul around which meant no queueing or dodging - a very rare blessing. Plus, the mountain had just been complimented with over 70cm's of freshly fallen snow. Oh, the grins...
But it was the view. One of those views to die for - no sign of civilisation for miles and miles, just vast open space occupied by a clear blue sky and immaculately scuplted snow-capped peaks immersed in a postcard lake. Classic New Zealand. The skiing wasn't bad either!