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Deliberation and Determination

September 9, 2023

This is me walking up Mt Hyde, in the Harris Mountains. In the mountains, people are very small and insignificant.

Last week we deliberated for hours as to whether we would go on the ski tour we had booked 8 months ago – the Mahu Whenua Turk Traverse. Erik Bradshaw of Arrowtown had the great idea of setting up a ski touring route along the spine of the Harris Mountains, from Treble Cone ski field to Coronet Peak ski field. He invented a hut that could be helicoptered into the mountains – a Turk, which is a water tank fitted out somewhat like a yurt. In 2021 I wrote about my trip to another of the Turks. They are a lovely place to come to at the end of a hard (or easy) day of hiking or ski touring.


We had booked a Turk Traverse early September 2021, 2022 and then 2023. In 2021 our trip was COVIDised – the snow was great, the weather was great and there was a three week lockdown that started the day before we were due to leave. That was sad, although I was somewhat nervous about the Traverse given we had never been through the terrain. In March 2022 we hiked the Traverse, giving us confidence about route finding in bad weather. There are no tracks or markers – you find your own way. In September 2022 we didn't ski tour the Traverse because the weather forecast was bad, the snow was icy and avalanches were likely.


This year was a much harder decision. The forecast was great – we could remove weather from the deliberations. We knew the snow would be mediocre because it has been a lean snow year. We would be doing a lot of walking. The most dicey aspect was the avalanche forecasts. There is a weak layer at the bottom of the snow pack. It formed when there were long periods between the early snowfalls when snow crystals could form large feathery flakes on the surface. Those flakes didn't bind well to the snow above and have not yet recrystallised – they will when the snow pack gets warm and/or wet. The chances of avalanches were reasonably low but, if they happened, they could be big – go all the way to the base of the snow pack and across large slopes.


Chris and I and John, our friend with whom we planned the trip, went back and forth about what we would do. We decided to do at least part of the Traverse, but considered doing only the southern end, where shallow slope angles and less snow would reduce risk. However, on the last day before we left, we contacted people already on the Traverse to hear they had seen no sign of avalanches. We decided to go the whole way.

John, Jane and Chris at Treble Cone ski field car park (and Baxter, who didn't yet realise he wasn't coming on the trip)

We arrived at Treble Cone car park to find our predictions of needing to walk a lot of the way were correct and slogged up the tussock to the point where it made sense to put our skis with skins on. Our packs felt a lot heavier than we were accustomed to – we are not used to carrying five days of food, together with crampons, ice axes, skis, ski boots, ski crampons and ice axes. Chris said he was really glad he didn't try his pack on before he started or he might have recommenced deliberations!


We probably walked 75% of the route, which is just under 50km with over 4000m of climbing. Thank goodness for  Turks which meant we didn't have to carry a cooker, tent, sleeping bag or mat.

John contemplating his dehydrated food meal below the art work - every Turk has an art work in it!


Thank goodness also for the weather - four days of fine, still weather with all but the last afternoon being under brilliantly blue sky. You couldn't ask for, or get, better. And thank goodness for having great people to be in the mountains with – we all had turns being at the front, the middle and the back of the team. We all had different strengths - skiing/walking/navigating - which is the essence of being a good team. None of us complained about heavy packs or tired legs. And we all laughed, a lot.

Chris in the monster jacket that lives at Vanguard Turk

We arrived at the top of Coronet Peak ski field to the surprise of a place full of people, when you have had days in the mountains seeing no one except your own team. We descended down snow so full of water that it felt more like surfing than skiing, to be picked up by our friend Franco. What a great trip. Would we do it again? For sure – I'm already over being scared once a day. Just give my legs a chance to recover!


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