Like many before us, Sir Edmond Hilary, Christopher Columbus and a man from Invercargill called Dave, we reached the car park at the start of the Hooker Valley trail. We were a team of 4 mountaineering experts that had trained for this expedition for seconds. We all had specialities that would ensure we achieved our target. The team consisted of Vic - a mountaineering paramedic and Yoga Yoda. Mark - A lot like Bear Grylls but Ginger, Scout leader with all the gear. Paul - photographer and expedition leader, having flown over so many mountains around the world, in aeroplanes. Me - Wayne, wanna be mountaineer, carrier of far too much equipment and very unfit.
We looked at our maps and decided that with the night sky, they were not needed. Instead, we followed the signposts that had been left from previous expeditions before us. Quite handy, and they saved us a lot of time on navigating. Off we walked into the mouth of darkness like the dwarfs from Snow White, but definitely not singing as some people are Dopey, Grumpy and Sleepy, first thing in the morning. See what I did there.