Drunkenly at Bushball I had promised Kerry that I would help out leading on the combined trip with CUTC to the Lake Ohau region. Hungover the next morning I realized I had to come up with some sort of plan before the premeet on Tuesday night. Aidan flaked on leading with me on Monday, luckily Lachie got in touch with me and we made a very L O O S E plan to go up Ohau Skifield and play around on the tops.
Somehow we fluked our through the premeet, pointing vaguely at the map and trying to scare the room of punters to shake off the whiners. On Friday I met Jenni at the gearroom where she was working through a wishlist from Kerry longer than that santa has to put up with on Christmas. At half past five punters began rolling in and we loaded the vans to the gills with packs and pots. There was some slight confusion before our departure about the number of people we had, with a very worried punter standing on the kerb wondering if they would have a seat. One stressed call from Kevin to Kerry later and a proper headcount brought forth the conclusion that our counting was worse than that on my Maths160 assignment. With everyone seated we head out in convoy towards Lake Ohau. We stopped for a bit of kai in Oamaru, and with full bellies and greasy hands the vans rolled northward. Other than the sick crack of a possum against the van’s bumper our drive was uneventful, we cruised into the Round Bush campsite…
