Salube Trip

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"SALUBE TRIP" After playing at being singing sardines This weekend was the first official for over an hour in Owen's truck, we reunion of the Broken Legs Brigade, arrived at the Shelter Hut and started Alan's birthday and also Guy Fawkes. moving again-upwards. Here we were BANG!!! "Who put the bomb under at the bottom of the Puffer beginning that billy." Fruit salad everywhere, what was promising to be a wet Upper pandemonium, just like Bruce's dog. Tauherenikau-Cone trip and not an "Throw another boy scout on the umbrella between us. fire." As luck would have it, the rain held "Gee, lemonade never tasted like this." off while we churned our way upwards "Got a garrette?" to Dobsons amidst cries of "Oh Goody, Finally pits were tried on for size, Mud," but some time during the night comfortable positions found, and as Hughie really got with it. much silence as the swollen Tauhere- Saturday morning dawned really lousy nikau River would allow descended once and with all this rain the river was going more over Smith's Creek. to prove a rather formidable obstacle Sunday probably dawned bright and so plans were changed quickly to make clear, but not a Tungameat stirred. this a salube trip. Until John and Shona were observed to be leaving. Tch! Tch! Tch! Yer din Nevertheless, just to prove this was say what yer was goin' out for. Time still the fit party, packs were thrown for lesson 18? joyously on backs eager to begin carry- But no, back they came later proudly ing them up the Marchant. Except for bearing portions of goatison. two characters trying to see who could stand the most exposure on the Burn After lunch a very rough bunch from (no Maude, they didn't do the drop) the a certain upriver hut arrived and protrip to the disused Block 16 turnoff was ceded to teach all and sundry swimming a pleasant enough jaunt capped by mugs the Maori way. This resulted in cries of lemon juice, compliments of Bruce. of "After Arthur", who, poor boy, hasn't Then it was Hi Ho and full speed yet learned how to handle the delicate T. down to Alloway-Dickson but memories & M. girls. Margaret put up a very of Peter's fall finally slowed us down. spirited resistance before being thrown After all, this definitely wasn't good bodily in. stretcher-carrying weather. But all good times come to an end Murray took a tumble anyway and and as a concession to the trip some fell in such a way that he was cast but keen types haired off up Pylon Ridge with a few muttered curses all was set rather than go over the Puffer and conright. sequently were temporarily embarrassed Before long the hut loomed out of for rather a long time. the rain and soon steaming great mugs Still we all got to Kaitoke where, with of chocolate were being put away the aid of a shoehorn, everyone plus rapidly. The rain decided to stop for one Tararua was put back in the sardine a while so bidding farewell to the sup- can for the journey to Wellington. tuating members of the moderate trip On reaching the station Hughie dewe set off for Smith's Creek. The track cided to let rip again for all the abuse was just right, lots and lots of glorious that had been hurled at him in the weekmud to the unbridled delight of the end, but that didn't stop us from still Hokey Tokey fans. thinking that it was a most enjoyable At Smith's Creek the reception com- salube weekend. mittee had things well in hand, sO after -ONE WHO WAS THERE. the proper pleasantries all hands turned Those on the trip: Henk Bertholet to the serious task of preparing food. (Leader), Brian Devon, Paul Green, Steak, eggs and onions was to be fol- Murray Hall, Alan Higgins, Bruce lowed with fruit salad and jelly then Jefferies, Gary Lund, Robin McGreivy, finished off with a good vintage lemon- Nicky Parkinson, John Patchett, ade. The fruit salad looked delicious Margaret Webb. Smith's Creek Recepuntil someone put tinned raspberries in tion Committee: Peter Atkinson, Penny it. Ugh! Rickard, Shona Baker.