I got on the bus early Sunday morning and got a spectacular ride into the Alps. The two hour drive took us past some of the ski fields I had intended on visiting had I made this a ski trip. From the road things looked rather good up there.

Arthur's Pass itself is a tiny settlement nested in rugged terrain. I stay at a very cozy hostel with a lively host, complete with a "CANADA" hat permanently attached to his head. He enthusiastically recommended a trail up to Avalanche Peak, though he didn't indicate whether it would be wise to bag it or not. The sun was out and the forecast menacing so I quickly got ready and set off.

The trail, called Scott's Track is demanding due to the frequent 2 or 3 foot ledges that have to be climbed. Below the tree line the forest is lush. In contrast, when the vegetation breaks and the surroundings are visible, the scenery is of snowy peaks and alpine terrain. Arriving above the tree line coincided with the path turning to snow. My newly purchased gaiters quickly proved a good buy. I did my best to check snow conditions as I went up (a peak doesn't get a name like this for no reason). The pace slowed as I started post-holeing. The biggest problem lay ahead: the path was very steep and covered in snow with a steep slope to its side. One slip there and it may be a rough way down. I decided to turn back at that point.

On my way down I was joined by a very curious Kea (a sort of Parrot). He came within inches of me and seemed to enjoy being phtographed. However I had to be careful: these little guys love to take a bite out of anything they can get their beaks on.

The next morning rain was pouring, and in the mass exodus from the hostel I was able to catch a ride to Greymouth, hwere I am now.

They are closing the shop so I have to sign off.