Quite a bit has happened since the last blog update. So much for
keeping things updated more regularly...
All throughout
September we worked at the ski field, with not as many closed days as
at the start of the season. Had some fun times on and of the field
with most of the staff, be it skiing or hanging out.
Then came October, with
the last week of the season being the holidays of New Zealand.
Considering that the holidays were in full swing, the weather did not
really cooperate. We had one really nice day on a Saturday and the
rest of the week was a mess of cloud and rain, even a bit of snow at
some points. The last day was one of the most interesting by far.
Standard procedure every year at Porters is, that at the end of the
last day all the staff help pack up the area. This means that all the
fences, all the spring boxes of the Tow-bars and all the crash mats
get tidied up. We finished all that at about six o'clock in the
evening, after having closed down the lifts at about two PM. Mark and
me had some of the best jobs, as we were on T2 and T3. The weather
was absolutely horrific at the bottom and at the top it was blowing a
snowstorm. So much in fact that the Tow-bars had to be closed to the
public, so ski patrol could do avalanche work. Means Mark and me got
a few free runs in on the safe stretches and it was really good snow.
A nice finish for the end. Later whilst packing up the spring boxes
at T3 one of the ski patrols released a small avalanche, which, had
it carried on to far, might have gotten us whilst we were working.
The next day we had the
end of season party. After the whole staff devoured and entire lamb
on a spit we had a bit of a party at the Longframe (workers hut) up
on the mountain.
A few days later the
whole Benmore crew went for a last day in Christchurch. Thanks to
Nicks organisation in Sheffield we ended up doing some climbing in a
forest where they had set up routes through the trees. Doing that I
noticed how unfit I have become. Either the ones in Pfronten are
easier or I just haven't kept up my exercise (I reckon later).
Concluding that we (after some heavy debating) went and had an all
you can eat meal in one of the restaurants around the town, before
heading out to Hanses parents place for a last few drinks. After the
goodbyes, Mark and me returned to Benmore, and so ended a fun few
months at Porters.
A week later I got a
call from Dean (my boss at a hay contracting job) if I was available
(yes) and if I wanted to go work up near Kaikoura. The town had
suffered a severe earthquake about a year ago, and the recovery works
are still under way and will be so for a long time. As I am still
saving up money to go sailing with Dad once he sets of, I agreed and
later the next day saw me driving a tractor up to Kaikoura to help
with transporting stuff in a trailer where trucks can't go. The first
three weeks was pretty much just work and getting stuff sorted out
(inductions, picking up my car from Sheffield, etc.) but today was
the first day I actually managed to go out and do something.
Last time I had been to
Kaikoura I'd done a walk up one of the mountains, called Mt. Fyffe.
The weather was not the best that time and I was also battling a
cold, but needed something to do.
So here I was again,
this time felling healthy and a nice day out and about (also testing
out a new calorie tracker). The drive there went across some gravel
roads which I don't think my car enjoys to much and after having a
fast change of clothes at the bottom in the car park I started
walking up. Man, am I out of shape, but I still managed to get
further than last time. I had lunch at a lookout point a fair way up
and then continued further up for another 20 minutes to see the other
side of the mountain. Going all the way up is slightly out of area of
comfort right now, as the top turns in to rather alpine terrain.
About three hours from the bottom there is a hut you can stay in and
the top is about five hours from the bottom up. So after snapping a
few pictures just after the lookout point I turned round and went
back down. This is the part where I miss having a bike, but the
gradient is rather step in the first half. Still, my legs noticed the
downwards walk more than usual.
Once back in the car
and heading for Kaikoura I met James on the way (a work colleague)
and had a wee chat.
