Yes, It Sure Has Been A Long Hard Climb
There were 5 of us and the deal was that we would stumble through the bush, wade through streams, cross swinging bridges, climb up to a high place where there would be a hut. The hut sleeps 2. The rest would sleep outside or use their imagination. It was also going to be raining.
I am told that during that final half hour I whined, bitched and moaned like a little girl. I won't deny it. My story is that all that mud and jungle gave me flashbacks of the 'Nam.
We did finally get there and the hut was pretty nice. There were 3 other people there. One of them was a girl named Nina, oddly enough. The bunks had nice mattresses, the food was excellent, good company and talk.
Shirley snored all night. It was so loud that Phil and Jan went out to sleep on the porch where they were snuffled by possum. In the morning, Kimberly was happy to use the long drop. I decided to just hold it in.
We dressed and packed and headed back to the vehicles. Basically another 4 hours going the other way. It was easier climbing down.
Kimberly brought out the Scroggin and we feasted all the way. Scroggin is a New Zealand version of trail mix, or Gorp. Each letter stands for an ingredient.
Scroggin: sultanas chocolate raisins orange peel (candied) ginger (crystallised)glucose (barley sugars or the like) imagination nuts (any kind, roasted is OK but not salted
As much as I grumbled and hated the first day, when we finally got back to the car, all of us were pretty tired, but had a feeling of doing something challenging. Kimberly and I agreed we would do it again, but maybe a a wee bit shorter time getting to the hut.
By the time we finally arrived home and got all cleaned up and used the bathroom, I for one, sure felt as fit as I'd been since the 'Nam.