 Our van became our home in the South Island....
Go! Van, gogh!
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 Packing
up |
| and hiking in... 
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Its HOW far...?
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| Camp 1. Getting the weather report. 
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 Bad
news. A cold front is moving in, bringing rain/snow and high winds.
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 Troy
doesn't seem to mind |
Ayup.
Were my waders turned up or turned down...?
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 Gaining
altitude...
...quickly.
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 Gaining more
altitude |
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 Crossing the glacier, riddled with water-filled
crevasses, trying not to think about falling in...
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... the last push up to Camp 2, in the vicinity of the hut
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 At
4am the next day, Charlie and I go for the summit |
 ... despite the gathering
storm |
our high point was 8000', a mere 2000' shy of the summit...
its the first time we've been shy of anything.
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Having achieved our goal, we descend to find the rest of the team.
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| The team votes to skedaddle before the storm hits. The clouds drop
with avengeance and visibility across the glacier is grim. 
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 A new perspective on Bevan Col |
 Descending wet slab in the
pouring rain. |
 A final rappel, and we hear a loud KABOOM! as
something releases above us... |
