Aimee had put her hand up to drive despite not actually knowing where we were going for the weekend. In Oamaru Kerry had a passive-aggressive impasse with Pita-Pit employee. One might think that all things considered the weekend was off to a bad start. However our luck turned on arrival to the carpark at the end of the Ohau road. A truck came barreling down the gravel road at a rate of knots, prompting Aimee to quickly move Roger (her prized gold Toyota Aurion) for fear of being crunched under a 4WD. Kerry, quick thinking as he is, whipped out to open the gate for the new-comers before engaging them in fierce negotiation. The fruit of this was our packs and all the other assorted 'may be useful' things got crammed into the back of the truck, bound for Monument Hut. Sadly there was not enough room for us, so we placed our trust in these hunter boys and trotted off packless after them. It was past 1am by the time we got to the hut. Our trust wasn’t misplaced, as our gear was ready for collection out of the back of the truck. There were two bunks left in the hut and we were a party of four, no bother though, as Kerry and Aimee decided it would be a nice night to sleep under the stars. I don’t say no to a free bunk!
I was woken in the morning by a different hunter boy (Aimee really was in heaven) musing in a confused fashion over the conundrum of there being four helmets on the…
