Lessons learned today:
- Me and busses still isn't a dependable combination. We ended up on the other side of the mountains we were intending to scale, far from any footpath.
- Mountains are always steeper than they look.
- Just because it looks like a path it doesn't necessarily lead anywhere.
- There are wiser things you could do than straddling a thorn-bush while discovering that the foothold you thought was there turned out to be a hole.
- It is amazing how much motivation to keep scrambling through far-too-pointy undergrowth and over intimidating boulders can stem just from the realisation that there is just no way I'm going down that same way again, ouch, yikes.
- The mountains are full of sheep. Also bunnies.
- Christchurch is really pretty from above.
- Running around on mountains is ridiculously fun. I-could-do-this-everyday kind of fun.
- Peanut butter could probably fuel me through anything.
- Despite light-pollution from a rather large city the starry skies up there are breathtakingly splendid.
- Things not going according to plan more often than not result in awesome adventures.
- The "mountains" were in fact hills, but in the eyes of someone who grew up in flatland more than half a kilometre's height is a bloody mountain.
|Suitably heroic pose after having scaled Mount Pleasant in Port Hills.|
Oh, and as for lessons of a more theoretical nature, I also started studying glaciology today. It seems to be a cool (haha!) and insanely intriguing subject. One of those if-I-had-unlimited-amounts-of-time-and-money-I'd-learn-all-there-is-to-know-about-it kind of subjects. The kind of subject that makes me wish I'd gone for more than one major. But oh well, astronomy is pretty fucking awesome too.
Love and hills,