27/8/2019 - 1/9/2019
Party: Tanja De Wilde, James Waetford, Torea Scott-Fyfe, Maddy Whittaker, Tom Hadley
A collection of memories from a mind blowing place
Driving through rain, stars, excitement and New Zealand.
Sitting in the van drinking tea with new friends, preparing for missions ahead.
Driving through iced puddles, anticipation and clearance both high enough.
Looking over the moraine in the morning light, seeing mountains carved by a turbulent yet sluggish river of ice.
Onto the ice, flanked by tumbling ice falls and towering mountains, we felt small as we traveled against the glacier's flow.
In the dark we plugged ahead, is it a star, is it a hut, I didn’t know. We moved past the light, threading our way through dimples of snow.
Water bottles frozen, feeling light headed, feet and shoulders sore. Strange tracks in the snow guided us ever closer with each step.
Finally a red box materialised out of the darkness, sleep came easy.
Walking up the white slopes, snowshoes carving up the hillside. We crested the soft saddle which opened up to boggling views of endless peaks.
Down the Tasman and up the Darwin we went, just as dawn was breaking, pink light flooded the peaks ahead.
The Darwin was cold, intimate and swirled with spindrift.
We pushed up the snow slope, steep and exciting before topping out onto a tight saddle. Up on the high point, we looked around, overwhelmed by mountains.
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Walking in to Tasman Saddle Hut |
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Exploring the Darwin Glacier |
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Exploring on Hochstetter Dome and Elie de Beaumont |
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