Tramping Club

Dawn Was Right

On Friday, 12th July. 20 heavily-oiled members of the tramping club with John Thompson leading were mad enough to take a truck to The Pines and start walking to Mine Flats' Hut, while the sensible element of V.U.C. stayed home to listen to the Goon Show.

Thanks to the Creator it was a brightly-lit night, but by 3.30 Saturday morning they were still in gorilla country, so after exchanging photographs of sleeping tablets they all dropped off beneath the pungas.

Tramping like madmen (how else?) they reached the hut next morning and set off for Mitre at 11 after a session at the trough. They Mitre got to the top but for the soft snow which rose up two feet for every step forward. (The more optimistic members believed they reached Peggy's Peak).

Around the hut, birdlife was profuse, varieties seen including the throllope, the pipwit, the lesser-crested grebe, and the slotted bagsnatcher.

Coming out on Sunday afternoon, several parties missed the track which was very indistinct at times. They probably will have found it again by the time this document goes to press.

The trip on the whole was fairly easy, at least 80 per cent, returning.

M.H.H.