I had been stuck in Dunedin for too many weekends between work and crappy weather. My feet and my heart were itching to get away. With this in mind I devised a plan to not let work get in the way, I would leave Dunedin after a busy day taking graduation photos and then pick up some compatriots for an overnight mission to Jubilee Hut and Yellow Ridge.
This all just about fell apart as the party dwindled down from four to two. However the forecast for Sunday was fantastic, so I was determined to go hell or high water. It wasn’t until 3:30pm that I finally left to pick up the sole survivor of my gang, Natasha. After a quick stop at the supermarket we were off in the direction of Silverpeaks. Mr Google had other ideas, leading us down a dead end before finally taking us to the DOC carpark. The weather was the best it had been all day as we set off , which isn’t saying much given it had been pissing down for the day. Tash was wearing a bright retro ski jacket, which paired well with my battered old Swandri.
The views were good, although we were keenly aware of the slowly setting sun, a result of our late departure. Our march upward took us ever closer to looming grey clouds that were being propelled by brisk Antarctic winds. The…
