2600 – 2625 Rose’s hut

It was a good idea to wait out the rain in Glendu as it nuked down. In the morning there was snow on the tops of the mountains as well.

The road out of Glendu was slightly more productive than the road in and in no time at all we were sitting at the top of Jack Hall pass being snowed on (gently) while eating lunch.

By the time we made it to the second hut it was still only 2:00pm so the decision was made to press on to Rose’s hut.

Possibly this was a bit pushy and we never made it to the hut but instead camped at the bottom of the basin. That was fine the hut was full by all accounts anyway.

It should also be pointed out that our lateness had nothing to do with a certain shortcut. 🙂

2586 – 2600 Glendhu

Last night was fantastic. It ended at about 10:00pm with Martin (Austrian hemophilia reasearcher) showing us the king of all dances, the slow foxtrot.

I showed him my only dance move, which my grandmother taught me, and he instantly recognised it as the Charleston. I have only another 30 or so moves to go.

The path to Glendu leads around the foreshore and seemed to take forever so by the time I got to Glendu I was fully uninspired by walking.

To add to my malaise, rain was forecast for the next day so I threw my hands up into the air, gave into laziness, and stayed to wait it out.