Wassup? Been smashed by a snowball fight club while trampin' to hell and back and puttin' my body on the line; been wrestling with my skiing demons, going beyond human pain thresholds, laughing in the face of death, been forging a path over a volcano and eating food prepared by students.
The things I do.
|Looks innocent enough right?|
Twas Year 12 camp: a day spent crossing over the ACTIVE Tongariro volcano (don't call it a..shhhh..mountain - Ms Woods will have your guts!); and a day dodging snowballs on the ski slopes of another ACTIVE volcano (Ruapehu) on the desolate central plateau of Nu Zild in a place cunningly called - Happy Valley. Ha!
Impressed? You should be. It was hell I tell you. Hell.
Oh sure - the photos reveal the surface 'fun' but look harder at these faces and you'll see the pain below the surface.
Poor wee mites. Bless. They never knew what hit 'em.
As the trampin' continued the girls were herded into small groups and given a teacher and an alpine guide to traverse the volcano. Here's my lot. I took the picture shortly before Amy charged at me with the ice axe. You've read/seen Lord Of The Flies? A walk in the park compared to these girls!
Although the weather wasn't flash the views of the blue lake were spooky like.
The journey down the volcano was tough. Tougher than tough, but eventually we staggered down the track to get a lift back to our base camp.
Day three saw us conquering said slopes of Ruapehu but I was too busy dodging snowballs to take any snaps, sorry 'bout that. Let me reassure you, though, that a ripper time was had by all.
Love and peace - Mountain Man