Below is an anonymous poem occasionally seen in old hut books and tramping publications, although I have seen it attributed to Bill Wright f...

With a couple of spare days in South Canterbury the forecast gale nor'westerlies and heavy rain on the main divide did not bode well. W...

The weather was perfect so Brendan took Friday afternoon off work and we drove up the Cobb Valley. A short 15 minute walk brought us to...

An 800m climb sounds daunting for a Saturday afternoon, but spread over 8km the walk up to Beeby's Hut was actually relatively gentle (r...

No, not THAT Death Valley. Halfway along Wakatipu's Humboldt Mountains, Death Valley is a hanging valley which feeds into the head of ...

“Summer is here!” There was no denying this statement as we toiled up yet another bump on the ridge beneath a merciless sun. The eastern ran...

3:20am Headlights on as Dad and I begin wandering up the Otira Valley under a sky glistening with stars, the surrounding mountains faintly ...