We went tramping – a great rejuvenating break. Then we returned to an announcement of New Zealand going back into red light mode. The last two years with COVID has felt like a game of snakes and ladders.
We avoided COVID and discussions about it in the mountains with friends. The boundary between civilisation and desperation is thin – mountains make it more bearable.
One day it looks like the end of COVID lockdowns is in sight, the next day we hear about Omicron. I need to think about things other than COVID to get some perspective, such as the view from a mountain.
Two trampers were found in northwest Nelson after being lost for a week. Did they have a map and compass? Media made a big fuss about the surviving with very little food. But why couldn’t they find their way home?