Adventure Magazine
Issue 230, February/March 2022
Issue 230, February/March 2022
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hell for the next hour-and-quite-a-bit.<br />
We ticked off all the pointers to mark the<br />
beginning of the descent: the scree slope<br />
slid all the way to the valley floor, the full<br />
Devils Punchbowl falls visible behind us<br />
and a steep ridge to Mt Rolleston on our<br />
right, and we were at 1658m- Tick.<br />
For some reason we all seemed reluctant<br />
to start. Perhaps some primeval instinct<br />
was warning us against this venture. It<br />
just didn’t look that easy. With technique<br />
fresh in my mind – pole out, lean slightly<br />
forward, and dig the heels in, I stepped off<br />
onto the loose fist-sized rocks.<br />
Within seconds I was losing control. This<br />
was no scoria mound of Mt Ngauruhoe<br />
or the slightly more difficult Mt Taranaki,<br />
where one step can send you over a<br />
metre down the slope. Instead of the<br />
rounded stones of the volcanoes, these<br />
were ice-shattered rocks ranging in size<br />
from dust to boulders over a metre long,<br />
all with flat faces and sharp edges. Most<br />
of the rocks on the surface were fist sized<br />
but hidden underneath the surface were<br />
larger flat rocks which acted like loose<br />
platforms for the smaller rocks to slide<br />
randomly, leaving you to guess how far<br />
each step would take you.<br />
Every step was a series of uncontrolled,<br />
unpredictable slides and recoveries.<br />
Behind me I could hear others following<br />
tentatively, so I felt the need to keep<br />
going. Within a few minutes our energetic<br />
leader slipped, staggered and skidded<br />
past me, clearly with very little respect<br />
for his well-being. Half an hour later, after<br />
uncountable near falls and recoveries,<br />
I had to stop. I was exhausted. My abs<br />
and shoulders ached from the tension of<br />
endless, continuous bracing, waiting for<br />
a slip to become a fall onto those jagged<br />
rocks. My mouth and eyes were full of fine<br />
dust and the temperature seemed to have<br />
risen another 10 degrees as the overhead<br />
sun beat down on us, radiating heat off<br />
the scree slope and onto sun-burnt faces.<br />
Swivelling around, I had the crushing<br />
realisation that the top was still a lot<br />
closer than the valley floor. I slumped