Statistics: Distance 11.5km/7.6km, elevation gain 519m/400m, time 4hr/ 4hr 45mi

Our group of 36 trampers (including visitor Robert and guest Eva) were all well prepared for anything, including the recent unseasonable snowfall in the mountains and the infamous matagouri we would encounter.

We emerged from our lovely warm bus down the Lyndon Coleridge Road to find it was actually a perfect, sunny day for our tramp. The 21 Standards soon branched off on the longer route towards Boundary Hill while the 15 Alternates took the shorter though swampier route. Neither way could be called a track; both leaders had to negotiate their way along vague paths left by meandering stock.

The Standards’ progress towards the hill was reminiscent of We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, as there were lots of swishy-swashy grass and many things to go under, along and over. These included a landslip, a fence and a rather deep ditch, not to mention a fault line. Morning tea for the Standards (except for the one who spent the time going back for his poles left at the ditch) was as usual at the rocky outcrop before our first real climb of the day.

Towards mid-day we were able to spot the Alternates high above us. There were three good reasons to look down rather than up though: the exquisite sub-alpine plants, the massive old cow-pats, and the roughness of the track those aforementioned cattle had created.  We caught up to the lunching and lounging Alternates at 12:15 and then struggled up the very steep incline to the summit of Boundary Hill (two of the Alternates had boldly opted to climb to the summit on strict instructions not to dawdle and risk holding up the return of the rest of the group back down the way the Standards had just come up.)

The best thing about getting to the top of Boundary Hill was (a) lunch and (b) the superb view of Lake Coleridge, the Rakaia River and the smattering of snow on the distant mountains. The only problem with the nice flat summit is it’s hard to find a spot for a discreet Wee Stop.

Let’s face it, the descent the Standards take from the top of Boundary Hill is always difficult. There is the dramatic drop-off to the right, very uneven ground and the nasty matagouri and spiky Spaniard to contend with. Our Leader & Mentor did a superb job guiding us despite the fact the bright orange markers from earlier years had faded into obscurity and we were a bit like Hansel and Gretel looking for breadcrumbs. Those in the front did however find a sheep cast in the matagouri, and thanks to John who rescued it.

Once we got down to the farm track below we had enough time and energy to detour to the Red Lakes (which are still a pretty green). We then marched briskly along towards the pick-up spot on the Lyndon Coleridge Road and the welcome sight of the bus with the Alternates on board arriving just minutes before we got there. Less delighted to see the bus was a huge mob of sheep milling just along the road, along with the farmer from the nearby station who was trying to move them past us. As Nicholas put it to his young German guest Eva, a quintessential New Zealand sight. Less impressive was the live stoat Lisa observed, in a very similar spot to the dead rodent Alan delighted in showing us last year.

Text by Shirls

Alts enjoy morning tea

Alts have lunch below Boundary Hill

Stds Trampers advance to the Alt lunch spot

Awesome views from Stds lunch spot

Battling through matagauri

Alts group photo

Trampers wait as the ‘mob’ advances…

Distance: Standards 12km, Alternates >8km

With Grant driving, 36 of us set out for a walk among the limestone rocks of Prebble Hill. We welcomed visitor Debbie B, Selwyn’s guest Elizabeth and the long looked-for return of Steve G. The requisite toilet stop in Springfield was done alongside a bevy of other buses, one apparently driven by our former driver Viktor. Then we were on our way to Porters Pass – random fact or pub quiz answer, take your pick –  Porters Pass is higher than Arthur’s Pass and is the third highest point on the South Island’s state highway network – points of which further north are of national significance.

Dropped off at Castle Hill Station, we were all walking (13 Alternates and 23 Standards) by 10.15am. Down the incline to a robust newish bridge which the farmer later in the day said had been put there for trampers and climbers and animals generally. Not for cars. When the weather threatens the bridge is removed by a crane. There was some conjecture from trampers about where the crane might come from. Up the other side to walk along farm tracks, beside a deer fence (containing some large healthy swedes, no deer spotted), the smell of honey signalled a cluster of beehives. Then the climb to the saddle and the top.

What a day it turned out to be. By lunchtime the sky had cleared.  Following the recent rain there was emerald green in the valleys and all around us those rocks. Sandwiches never tasted better.

After lunch, aside from the trudge up from the bridge, it’s all downhill in the best possible way.  Keeping track of her charges kept the Standards’ tailender on her toes as trampers were lost from view descending behind rocks. Rocks that look like gigantic marbles, pancake stacks or as one tramper tenderly said, the Pietà. At the bottom there’s a scramble along the side of the Porter River and some welcome river crossings to cool hot feet.

The Standards were all there at the river but in maintaining balance crossing, one tramper lost her prescription reading glasses. In their pink case they fell out of her pack. Seeing the glasses brightly bobbing away meant a loud shout went out to the tramper crossing further downstream. She scooped up the case, momentarily lost her balance and dropped it. Providing back-up was Elizabeth (subsequently revealed to be in training for a 50km trail run in Vietnam) nimbly sprinting along the riverbank.  The case was scooped up for a second time. A big thank you to Selwyn’s guest Elizabeth for the rescue.

Back at the bus the Alternates had been waiting for half an hour. They’d met the farmer and some successful trout fishers. The bus ride home was quieter, grateful.  A day to remember.

Text by Jen C

Bus drop-off

Trampers head down to Porter River

Trampers settle for morning tea

Beehives en route…

Alts enjoy lunch in the shade

Stds advance steep ridge

Stds lunch on the rocks

Awesome views

Pietà…

Framed..!

Across the Porter

Statistics: Distance – 14.6 km/12km. Elevation gain 840m/470m. Time 5hr 45min/4hr 30min

The word Mount before Thomas may have contributed to just 21, which included repeat visitor Debbie, signing up for today’s tramp. Bus driver Phil collected Glenys and Chris W from Ohoka Rd before delivering us to our toilet stop at the Loburn Reserve. One advantage of the small number, short toilet queues when only two toilets.

The day dawned cloudy with especially gloomy skies hanging about the foothills but with the forecast promising cloud clearing in the afternoon. At 10am 14 standards, a harmonious balanced group of seven women, seven men set off on the steep Summit Track to the top of Mt Thomas, 1023m. The unrelenting steepness initially in pine forest found us enjoying an early morning tea at 10.30am to recharge our batteries. The dull weather with light drizzle and little wind provided ideal conditions for heading uphill.

We met a young woman probably 50 years younger than many, descending. With only a bottle of water to carry she had reached the summit in 1 hour 15 mins. Further on, three more fit looking women with a dog were descending after reaching the top via the Wooded Gully Track despite it being officially closed. At 12md we reached the summit where the sky cleared briefly to allow a glimpse of what the view might have revealed on a clear day. The dramatic lighting provided good photo opportunities.

We traversed the ridge on the Ridge Track squelching our way through many muddy patches before heading back in to the forest. Did I hear someone mention that the uphill was all behind us? The Ridge Track climbs steadily to cross another ridge before reaching our lunch spot at 1pm in a tussock clearing that is at the same height as the summit. The many vibrant greens of the moss covering ground and rocks together with the softer green of the lichen clinging to branches provided spectacular scenery. With much tree fall littering the forest floor there were many large trunks to climb over or limbo rock under to keep our gymnastic skills sharp. Watching your footing required full concentration on the uneven terrain.

It was when we were out of the forest and heading downhill on the final section to the bus that one uncoordinated tramper who had just been saying “my knees feel a bit weak” caught her foot under a gorse root and fell heavily banging her knee and lower leg against the inevitable rock that is always there when you fall.  Kind trampers carried her pack and gave her another walking pole to reach the bus at 4.45pm.

The seven Alternates had walked part way up the Ridge Track before retracing their steps after initially missing the turn off from the road as there is no sign. Unfortunately, they had a longish wait as they were back at the bus at 2pm in good heart with no injuries to report.  We were back at Bishopdale at 5.15pm after an enjoyable day in the serenity of the wonderful beech and podocarp forest despite the weather not really playing ball.

Text by Kate

Stds on misty ascent

Stds take a short break during climb

Stds advance through pine forest

Alts at lunch

Stds all smiles at summit

Awesome views of the plains

Stds descent

Distance and elevation: Standards 18km and 567m; Alternates 14km and 410m

New driver Gary greeted us in an old bus. The bus intended for us had been snaffled by an earlier driver. We all set off from Bishopdale. Jen C standing in for President Graham, did her best without a microphone to welcome returning visitor Marlene C, Lynn and Linda’s guest Debbie B and to congratulate John Hawkins on becoming a BTC member.

We were a small group of 25, with 17 Alternate walkers and 9 Standards.

The Standards were dropped off at the Sign of the Bellbird, the Alternates at the Sign of the Kiwi – not before an exchange of phone numbers and conversation with Gary about where we are to be picked up. Sighting the bus is a high point at the end of the day and we want to get this right for the club’s longest tramp.

It was a perfect day for walking on the Port Hills. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right. Bellbirds singing in the bush at the beginning, dark flax spires and swishy swashy grasses on the ridges and all around us the aquamarine sea. A Goldilocks day.

Looking back at Witch Hill, there is discussion about which way the witch is best seen. And are there three people visible at the top of the hill or is it two people and a trig station?  No way were witches involved for Māori first settlers. The hill was Te Upoko o Kūri – the shape of a dog’s head easily seen from Lyttelton Harbour. Witch Hill may have been so named by Europeans because of a tapu associated with the area. https://my.christchurchcitylibraries.com/ti-kouka-whenua/te-upoko-o-kuri/

Later, the Alternates look for signage telling the story about Linda Woods Reserve and find none. Turns out she was a keen tramper whose husband Bill Woods QSM made significant bequests to the Summit Road Society.

The Alternates at lunch are overtaken by the Standards who go on to lunch at the top of the Bridle Path. The Alternates overtake and have the lead until later in the walk when despite one of the Alternates, Gandalf-like, brandishing his walking pole and booming You shall not pass (or something similar), they too are overtaken.

On his first drive-by  Gary has not found a bus-sized parking space. Following an exchange of phone calls about arrival times at Evans Pass and while watching the Standards descending the ridge ahead, the Alternates happily see the bus curling down the road to the now waiting Standards.

Text by Jen C

Awesome views down Lyttelton Harbour

Stds morning tea at Sign of the Kiwi

Alts morning tea

Alts lunch stop

Stds lunch break at top of Bridle Path

Alts march on…

“Sun, glorious sun!” (which I hope you hear to the tune from Oliver of “Food, glorious food”). It really was a glorious sunny day at Bishopdale, Yaldhurst, and Castle Hill for our tramp. After the preceding weeks, 34 trampers were delighted.

Our group easily divided into 17 and 17 with our two visitors Don and John and our guest Marcial joining the Standards. (Dan and John, btw, have completed their three initial tramps, and we hope to see them as full time BTC trampers in the future.) The Standards loped off in their normal fashion, but the Alternates caught up with them at the Lightning Struck tree where morning tea was had by both groups.

The Alternates’ leader had warned them of a mountain bike race on the trail, and we before tea had stepped off the trail for four young dirty men on their bicycles. We later learned they (and others we saw later) were on the 1330 km Tour Te Waipounamu which started at Cape Farewell on Sunday before our tramp. (For more information on the “backpacking race the length of the South Island of New Zealand/Aotearoa,” go to http://tourtewaipunamu.co.nz  and bless your good sense you didn’t do it.)

The only “excitement” for the day was the somewhat daunting quite fast flowing Long River at about the 4 km mark where six Alternates exercised what they considered good sense and chose not to go further, being unable to determine how deep it was and where the holes were.  Fortunately, the remaining 11 Alternates and all the Standards made it across both ways with only one slip into the river for a Standard. And as she said, the sun was out and she quickly dried.

The Alternates lunched at the top of Picnic Lookout Hill and watched the Standards clamber up another hill in the distance. Both groups were back to the bus by 3:30 with the Standards taking the shorter route they had taken earlier in the day while the Alternates took the longer “easy” route (description on the DOC sign, not a comment by this author). The six renegade Alternates had been back since 2:20 and were comfortably enjoying the sunshine.

One other note. One tramper suggested to the author that “hogs back” was a term to describe certain cloud formations. I could not find any reference to this phenomenon, but did find numerous references to the geologic definition of a “hogback”: “a ridge of land formed by the outcropping edges of tilted strata” or “a ridge with a sharp summit and steeply sloping sides.”

Our driver Alan got us back to Bishopdale a little after 5. Again, another great day out for those who chose to come.

Text by Michele

Morning tea stop at Lightning Tree

Alts relax with Stds at Lightning Tree

Helping hands at river crossing

Stds ascend zig-zag

Stds on uphill stretch to Hogs Back Ridge

Lunch-time views from Hogs Back Ridge

Stds pause on return stretch

Stds on return stretch from Hogs Back

Hoon Hay Reserve/Gibraltar Rock/Bellbird                                                  21 January 2026

The day started off much like the previous week, checking for cancellation emails: none.

Although it was gloomy and overcast, rain was not expected until mid-afternoon, but with a local tramp in the Port Hills, trampers would likely be safely back in the bus by then and if the rain made an early arrival the bus would not be too far away.

After picking up a small group from Princess Margaret Hospital, 30 trampers, including visitors from the previous week who hadn’t been put off by wet feet, were dropped off at the Hoon Hay Reserve on the Summit Road. Donning hats, gloves and coats, the two groups, 15 in each, set off on the Crater Rim track, the Alternates’ destination a lunch spot on Coopers Knob, while the Standards would carry further on to Gibraltar Rock.

The undulating tussock track was measured not so much by up and down, but windy and not so windy. In some places on the narrow track shoulder height vegetation, including flaxes with protruding seed heads and overhanging strappy leaves, provided quite a bit of protection from the wind; as did the shelter at the Sign of the Bellbird which proved to be a popular spot for morning tea, with the Standards leaving just as the Alternates arrived.

Even though the bus was temptingly parked at the Sign of the Bellbird car park, the pickup point, and it was feeling a bit damp, possibly due to low cloud with the view over the city quickly disappearing, both groups carried on to their respective lunch stops. At one stage it seemed like the rain had arrived early when even low cloud couldn’t account for the wet droplets. Fortunately, shortly later the track carried on through an inviting grove of native bush layered with ferns. Although gnarly, with care needed on the slippery rocks, it was calm and dry, with the occasional call of a bellbird nearby.

Emerging into the open again with Coopers Knob visible in the distance, well not so visible as it was covered by low cloud, the Alternates decided to carry on and find a lunch spot in the shelter of the bush close to the rocky outcrop. The Standards had also made a similar decision, finding a lunch spot in the shelter of Omahu Bush, rather than the exposed Gibraltar Rock.

As we emerged from the bush after lunch, the weather seemed to have improved slightly and at one stage murky views of the city and Lyttelton Harbour were visible. Arriving at the junction of the bush-covered track on the right, or the track to the road on the left, it was decided to carry on the short last leg on the road, and await the Standards in the comfort of the bus.

Although not ideal tramping weather, with the likelihood of reduced activities for the next couple of days due to rain, it was good to have had the opportunity to get out in the hills.

Text by Sally

Trampers preparing to set off

Stds troop the Summit Rd

Stds enjoy panoramic views

Stds all smiles despite the weather

Stds break for lunch

Stds line-up in the bush

Alts at the John Jameson Lookout

Alts line up on track

Stds regroup at the end of the walk

Great views of Lyttelton Harbour

Our scheduled tramp to the Rakaia Gorge became a tramp up the Kowai River. This tramp was previously scheduled for last November but was cancelled due to bad weather. Rakaia was cancelled due to a major slip on the walkway. We had great weather for the tramp where our goal was the John Hayward Hut situated about 5 km from the carpark which was built in 1973 to house a long-term Lincoln University hydrology study.

We numbered 42 including four visitors and one guest. Our visitors were Diane, Marlene, Don and John. The first three learned of us from the BTC booth at the Celebrate Bishopdale event last November. John learned of us from an acquaintance on a Christchurch Council “walk and talk” who is a member of BTC. Our guest was Tianlong, a friend of Frank. We thoroughly enjoyed having all five with us and hope to see them again.

The Kowai River is located partially on the Brooksdale Station which runs from the foot of the Torlesse Range up to Porters Pass. The area includes the peak commonly referred to Bob’s Knob which some of us believe was a tramp the BTC did in the past.

But this tramp did not take us up Bob’s Knob. Rather, it started with a crossing of a fairly narrow and shallow portion of the Kowai into which at least two trampers fell after slipping on the rocky bottom – one from each group and neither was physically hurt although egos may have been.

From there, the trail was flattish leading to morning tea on the riverbed edge. After that interlude, some of the Standards continued up the riverbed while others immediately went up a short but quite steep jaunt through bush to the trail leading to the hut. The Alternates continued up the riverbed as well, necessitating two crossings of the river which was below knee high but which was moving quite swiftly. Those of us inexperienced “river crossers” appreciated those of more experience (including our visitor Don) seeing us safely across both crossings.

The Alternates arrived at the hut as the Standards were preparing to leave. Each group had the chance to inspect the hut with its four bunks and a “First Aid and Food” cabinet beside the door. After lunch, it was back to the carpark via the same path. The Alternates avoided the two river crossings by taking the shorter upper trail and descending back to the riverbed down the very steep jaunt through bush referenced above.

It was good to get back to the bus and Phillip, our driver, and to divest ourselves of our sopping boots, socks, and in some cases, the wet legs of zip off pants. Fortunately, the return trip included a stop in Darfield for the bakery or pub or ice cream. Another good day for the BTC.

Text by Michele

Trampers prepare to set off

Entire group stop for morning tea

Alts enjoy their morning tea

Stds make tracks up the river valley

Lunch stop at the John Hayward Hut

Sign on the wall inside the John Hayward Hut

Alts arrive at the John Hayward Hut

Stds at one of many river crossings

Statistics:  Distance 12km/10.1km, elevation 975m, Time 4hr 30min

It is always a relief to see a Tranzit bus turning into the carpark at Bishopdale, especially when it’s an 8am start. Our driver Gary negotiated his way through all the commuter traffic to our pick-up stop at Halswell, then to our Little River loo stop and on to Akaroa where we arrived at 10am.

The 23 Standards noticed straight away how pleasantly warm it was as we walked through the streets to Woodills Track North where we started an unrelenting slog uphill. ‘Pleasantly warm’ soon turned into oppressively humid. There were glorious patches of shade to enjoy, but of course, the nasty native nettle onga onga likes the shade too. Much less scary was the long grass along the narrow track in the open areas, with bracken, gorse and broom alongside.

By the time we had trudged up to our morning tea spot at the Heritage Reserve some of us were already feeling a bit worse for wear. It was just a little disconcerting to be aware that the clever Alternates had had the sense to stay on the bus and be effortlessly transported directly to this spot.

So, with the 15 Alts well ahead of us we set off up the Curry Track towards Purple Peak. The name Curry comes from the Curry family who owned this land from the 1870s through to 2015 when the 190 ha Purple Peak Curry Reserve was formed and sheep and cattle were removed. But why the name ‘Purple Peak’? I have no information so will fudge it with two theories of my own. Maybe the native poroporo plant with its purple flowers was more prolific before farming and the gorse took over? Or just maybe, once a rum-addled sailor looked up and saw a hazy peak high above, and insisted persuasively that it was coloured purple?

Gorse is helping the reserve to regenerate, as it has in the neighbouring Hinewai Reserve.  However, the sight of the occasional magnificent pre-European trees like tōtara and mataī showed what has been lost. A few people commented that the emerging forest had a bit of a pre-historic or jungle feel to it.

After reaching the carpark at Brocheries Road we raced up to the summit of Purple Peak – actually, no!!! We merely walked on a little further to the Browntop Saddle between Purple Peak and the more impressive Stoney Bay Peak. We then continued downhill on the Purple Peak track and had lunch soon after. Some of us Standards went a little further on to the shelter, with its promise of shade and great views of Akaroa, the harbour, and the Alps.  Unfortunately, the little structure was already occupied by the Alts who were still enjoying their lunch and in no hurry to move on.

Going downhill at last was pleasant and it didn’t take long to get to the Lower Woodills Track which we followed until we got to Grehan Valley Rd and we caught up with Alts when it morphed into Rue Grehan. We all made it back to the Akaroa Recreation ground at 3pm where our bus was waiting serenely by the sea.  El Presidente even remembered to grab his shoe bag out of the bushes where he had hidden it in the morning, after he found it had been erroneously pulled from the bus which by then had taken off to Long Bay Road with the Alts on board.  An uneventful trip ride back followed and we made it back to Bishopdale at 5pm.

A big shout-out to our proactive planning team who have added this excellent tramp to our already vast list of tramp locations.

Addendum: A famous New Zealander who grew up in this area was Frank Worsley, Ernest Shackelton’s Antarctic navigator in the early 20^th century. His adventurous childhood in the upper Grehan Valley and his later exploits make for interesting reading.

Text by Shirls

Awesome views over Akaroa Harbour

Alts group at elevation

Stds reach Curry Reserve

Alts lunch

Alts descent

Last leg back on Rue Grehan

Distance: 11 km, Elevation: 760m/640m, Time: 4hrs 45mins

Our trip to Awa Awa Reserve set out with 31 trampers, including our two guests Sharon and Chris, and two long-time associate members Norma Porter and David Eddy. We were all delighted to have Wendy back after her excitement this Winter. Our bus driver was Steve who sported some snazzy orange and purple striped socks. We arrived at the Reserve at about 10:15 to glorious weather.

Standards input from our esteemed President, Graham:

The group of 17 Standards set off with Peter as Leader setting a good pace. We stopped at the junction of Scott’s Saddle Track and Ridge Track for morning tea before continuing on up to the bench seat lookout. Plenty of treefall across the track from recent weather, testing our limbo skills for going under, and climbing skills for going over these. Some clearing work has been done, but our walk took longer than last year avoiding these hazards.

Continuing on, we got to our usual lunch spot about midday, at 1152m, with nice sun and no wind overlooking the Mt Hutt access road. No serious slips or falls on the walk, and we were back at bus just before 3pm, enjoying another opportunity to see the rhododendrons before the Alternate Group arrived.

Alternates input and remainder of report by Michele:

The 12 Alternates had the Standards in sight for about 4 minutes. After that, no sightings until they caught up with us at the Opuke Trail cutoff just above the parking area on the way down.

The trail up to morning tea is just a grunt, no other word for it. The Alternates addressed the challenge with about 5 “scenic time-outs” which their leader (me) attributed to making sure Wendy was fine and not to my own puffing. We had one fall on the way up, but of course the response was “I’m fine” and “I’ll clean it at lunch”. Our trusty tailender offered the entire medical kit when we stopped for tea, but “I’m fine” was the response.

We made our lunch spot at 12:30 where we too enjoyed the views. The return trip took just as long (right at 2 hours) as we carefully negotiated the logs referenced above and the holes in the trail hidden by overgrown grasses. We chose to take Alder Track instead of the Opuke Track, and were glad we did. It is slightly longer than Opuke, but it was a wider and better groomed trail although still quite steep in spots. Those comfortable with maths in the Alternates estimated the Alder Track was about twice as long as the Opuke Track, but we were happy with an additional 20 minutes.

It was a fairly quick trip back to Christchurch, back to wind and much cooler weather than we had at the Reserve. Another good BTC tramp (although the suggestion was made by my husband that night that perhaps we could bring a keg next time to reward us).

Text by Michele

Tramp begins through colourful garden area

Alts enjoy morning tea break

Stds await arrival of tailenders

Stds steady ascent

Stds at altitude…

Alts group photo at lunch

Stds descent after lunch

Stds muster on return stretch

Distance: 13.6/12km, ascent: 254m, time: 4hrs 30mins

Fine weather with a light westerly breeze greeted 41 trampers as we all set off at 10:30am up the Broken River road. The 24 Standards arrived at the Broken River road junction with the Dracophyllum track at 11:05 where we stopped for morning tea. A quarter of an hour later we were on our way descending about 100 metres southwest on the track, through beach forest, crossing Broken River stream at the bridge (one at a time) and onto Dracophyllum Flat, altitude 940 metres, which we reached at about 11:50am stopping briefly.

Continuing south on Dracophyllum track through light beech forest we emerged into a large open area of turpentine shrubs (Dracophyllum, but so named because it burns well even when wet). We arrived at our lunch stop, a shaded spot at 12:30.  The 17 Alternates arrived shortly after for their lunch break. Our lunch spot was well chosen as we were rewarded with great views of Mount Cheeseman (2031 metres) and Mount Izard (2019 metres) looming large above us west across the valley.

Lunch over, we continued on the track briefly then turned sharply east following a route gradually ascending a saddle to approx. 950 metres.  After a brief short and steep descent, we continued east crossing Broken River then turned north then climbed 100 metres or so onto an area of open level ground where we took a brief rest stop and enjoyed a panoramic view of the Craigieburn range. Then turning east again we walked briefly along an old stock road then down to our pick-up point at a layby area on Highway 73. Our leader Selwyn set a cracking pace throughout reaching our pick-up point at 3pm where we waited for 20 minutes for the bus to arrive. I understand he also found a pair of my socks inadvertently left behind.

Meanwhile the Alternates deviated from the planned route following a MTB track adjacent to Tims Stream ascending to point 910 then descending east to the Mt Cheeseman ski field road and out to the bus waiting at the Broken River bridge on Highway 73.

Text by Stuart Columbus

Stds muster in clearing

Leader adresses Stds after lunch

Descent to Broken River

Safe river crossing

Steep ridge climb

Resting after climb…

…& enjoying awesome views