Broken River 1972

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Broken River I 1972 "Hooray for Sue, the Western mountains would we finally "Hooray at last, call it a day and home. "Hooray for Sue, Back inside the fout there was always "She's a 2 and so the frivolity a cooks warm did and a fantastic friendly atmosphere. The continued as the last stragglers, stag- always replete at the end job of and each we meal. were gered into the hut after a long days In fact we often felt overfed. As usual skiing. The hilarity and enjoyment of we had many of the top hut skiers down another weeks skiing at Broken River to visit us each evening. We often wonwas go'ng by all too rapidly. dered whether it was our company or This right from the start it was our seemingly endless supply of all TASTERO No breakfast stop this time it which attracted them. Whatever their grog was straight to the skifields. The weather motive however, they were always welwas right, the snow was richt, in fact come and we spent many happy hours everything was just perfect for another chatting together. weeks fantastic skiing. Brians organisa- By Saturday after eight days of fine tion was once more superb and by Satur- weather and eight days of hard skiing day night all the food was in White Star we were done. For our last day we Lodge. We were a very tired, but con- wanted to do something different. We tented bunch who settled down in Lyn- no longer wanted to ski the tows. We don Hut that night. had skied every run in the basin until By Sunday night we were well estab- we could do it with our eyes closed. The lished in White Star ready for skiing answer was unanimous-across the tops to begin in earnest the following day. to Cheeseman. For the next seven days the weather A small and tired bunch set off from would just not turn bad. The tows were Lyndon hut in perfect weather (our started 9 a.m. every morning and we ninth fine day) to traverse across the would sRY until we almost dropped. Un- tops. Once away from the basin we der the watchful eye of Roman, our were in a different world. There was instructor-the novices improved every only us, piles of pure sparkling snow day and even our jet turns began to and mountains as far as the could show promise. The cry of "no jumping see. The ups seemed longer man the bend ze knees" was heard constantly downs. At the end there was a magnififrom Roman. When we tired of practis- cent run down the Cheeseman field. The ing our turns we would all visit Allens vans were waiting for us at the bottom Basin. From the top of the rugby tow we and tired but happy we made our way would bomb it down through the spark- back to Christchurch. ling white powder snow. No worry about Our skiing was over. Nine days of fine turns there, we just took it straight. The weather was just unbelieveable. Never only break we had from tow-skiing in our lives before had we done so much during the week was one morning when skiing, and we certainly felt that way. we traversed across to Craigieburn. A We all say "thanks Brian, and please very pleasant and enjoyable change. Only book us in for next year". when the flaming red sun dipped behind PAUL GAZLEY