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--- 195706 [2016/05/01 17:28] – [The Fed. Reune and Epilogue] kennettj
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 ====== Seven Weeks in New Zealand Part 1V ======
+Dot Butler
-Dot Butler.
+The first light of dawn lit up the ragged patchwork quilt of snow thrown over the sleeping shoulders of the Remarkables. It awoke the sleeping waters of Lake Wakitipu to blue life. It crept down the hushed hillside, through the eucalyptus and native trees, into the pavillion of the Queenstown sports ground. Three sleeping bundles stirred to life: "What's the time George?" Half past five. Time to get up. Remove the barricade of form we had erected at the shed entrance as a safeguard against possible grazing animals, roll up the 30f. of coir matting (the covering for the cricket pitch) which had been our bed for the past three nights - dip the face under the gushing tap among the white hemlock flowers - on with the boots - tuck in the shirt tails and tighten the belt - cook up a hasty breakfast on Snow's primus out on the grassy bank under the paling stars - stuff sleeping bags into packs, then off we dash to the bus terminus down by the lake for now we are away on the first leg of our real mountaineering adventure - a fortnight at Mt. Cook. It is a long journey hence the early start.
-The first light of dawn lit up the ragged patchwork quilt of snow thrown over the sleeping shoulders of the Remarkables. It awoke the sleeping waters of Lake Wakitipu to blue life. It crept down the hushed hillside, through the eucalyptus and native trees, into the pavillion of the Queenstown sports ground. Three sleeping bundles stirred to life: "What's the time George?" Half past five. Time to get up. Remove the barricade of form we had erected at the shed entrance as a safeguard against possible grazing animals, roll up the 30f. of coir matting_(the covering for the cricket pitch) which had been our bed for the past three nights - dip the face under the gushing tap among the white hemlock flowers - on with the boots - tuck in the shirt tails and tighten the belt - ,cook up a. hasty breakfast on
+Old memories followed me as the bus.sped'oVer,the familiar ground I had traversed some half dozen times before.- the well remembered pattern of green slopes and sheep and gorse - the'same age-old wilderness of rock and worn-down tussock covered hills - the same dry heat-- the same empty sky. And now at last the recognised lunch time stopp-f ing place at Lake Pukaki. Very soon now we would get our first glimpse
-Snow's primus out on the grassy bank under the paling stars - stuff sleeping bags into packs, then off we dash to the. bus terminus down
-by the lake for now we are away on the first leg of our real mountain-
-Old memories followed MB as the bus.sped'oVer,the familiar ground I had traversed some half dozen times before.- the well remembered pattern of green slopes and sheep and gorse - the'same age-old wilderness of rock and worn-down tussock covered hills - the same dry heat-- the same empty sky. And now at last the recognised lunch time stopp-f ing place at Lake Pukaki. Very soon now we would get our first glimpse
-eering adventure - a fortnight at Mt. Cook. It is a long journey hence the early start.
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 of the Mt. Cook range, its peaks a sight to catch the heart, rising