It is not the voyage of nature which constrains enthusiasm

rather the nature of the voyager

Falling steeply 3000 feet to the valley floor, the dry rock slopes and tussocky faces of the Alpine fault mountain line wore a different face winter to summer.

Rain made for heavy going. Eroded rock faces & washed out passages caused delays, turning parties around completely, driving them home. Rivers could wash out bridges or carry away the stock, the dogs, even the horses, at a moments notice.

On any given day the wind and sun could wear you dry, even after heavy snow. Parched landscapes offered little shelter. Being caught for too long in the summer could mean sickening heat-stroke, or worse. Nevermind the sunburn. They say the nor'wester drives men mad some times. With good cause.

We tend to think of mother nature as static and unfeeling - Summer hot, winter cold. But here exposed upon the land we find her - dangerous, vivid and brightly alive...

Only the falcon's call

the thin air

and a long way down

Whatever the challenge on the day, musterers and hunters of the high country dealt with each as it arose.

From frostbite to floods, fires to gale-storm forces, the elements took turns working with and against the explorers.

III. Companion

(Coming soon)

HM Chapter Thumb - Companion-4

IV. Solitude

(Coming soon)

Walter Peak - Whiteburn Hut 15 miles from the Homestead