Isolated Incidents, June 26-28

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Isolated Incidents June 26-28 1970 26/6. I 28/6 1900: Well filled from a Friday night 05.00: Brew on, stars out, no wind. shout at work, M.W. seeks to venge his Ruamahunga basin completely filled with bladder upon the burg known as Master- mist below us. "What say we bomb it - ton -he seeketh a pub. A likely struc- fantastic day." Before I know it I am ture looms upon the main street, P.M. ecstatically racing over Logan and Dunand M.M. enter boldly, enquire the das, trying not to slip on frosty rocks, whereabouts of the utility desired, re- Bannister getting closer and the warming ceiving the most dehumanising stares sun rising behind us. from the people in the hall. Upon relief 09.45: Bannister: our third official and exit, it is discovered that the estab- reading from the Anthology of Cyclolishment was a private hotel. pentadienones (read by P.M.). Very formal occasion. One could devote one's entire life to Cyclopentadienones. 27/6 - 12.15: Waingawa. The day is warm 08.00: After breakfasting the day's and clear and "geez we've come a long "Championship of Putara hut" dart way". Off to lunch at Cattle ridge hut. throw is held. Lowest score has to do 16.00: Struggling up Ruapai stream. something sexy. Me first - 2 (laugh); M.M. (mad mike) ahead of me. has then M.M.. .3 (relief); then P.M.. dropped and is frantically . 1 (har!); and last W.T. misses the around in pack the bush. As we arrive, bashing he board completely. finishes stomping on whatever he has 12.00: The top of Pukemoremore, sun- got by the tail and gives it a heave into bathing, eating lunch, studying Egmont, the bush: "Possum got it with my ice- Ruapehu, Tappy and Tawirikohukohu axe as it was climbing that tree." Two feeling at one with nature (?) and pik- minutes instruction session on the correct ing. Lying down in the unseasonable uses of an ice-axe. not-one-patch-of-snow grass, with no 17.15: All are completely shattered and one to go-go-go or even act the good feeling mellow back at the car. All comshepherd, it takes us three such stops prises Paul Milson, Mike McConchie, and until dark to get down to Dundas Warren Thorburn and myself. hut. DAVE MUNRO.