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- Gam Rephael
Railway Station, 7 a'ciock, and I was cff into the hills again. This ime it was Brian Hunt’s Mystery. < was supposed ta be a Fit mystery rip but the only mystery on the trip was the fitness cf the party, g
with two pulling out and two hebbling members.
With Marshall at the wheel of the minibus, we soon arrived at Holdsworth hedge and stumbied cff into the night towards Donnelly Flat. We lefi at 4 civilised hour and headed uphill. One nameless member clad in sandshces turned back before the top, finding the yvace a bit tough. Totara Flats and tanch came soon for some, But others suffering from a various array of inturies limped pitifully along at the back. Colin jed the way up on to Cone Ridge (even Marshaiit ‘Turds’ Clarke found Colin a tricky one tc hang on to}. Entering Neil Forks Hut was a new experience. This hut was sure - sweot and polished. “This will not do,* I said quickly stomping my wet muddy boots on the ficor before the others arrived, After Daniel's Lasange concoction we fell into our pits. The rain began tc f2ilb heavier than it had during the day.
The morning braught @ rain, The decisiscn to romp down to Hector Forks and stroll up High Ridge was rejected because the stream was up abit. Go it was back us Cone Ridge, down to Totara Fiats, up Totara Creek and down to Holdsworth Lodge. Colin set off again with the rest in tow.
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niel Buxton,
Piodding along behind Colin Pohl were: Brian Hunt, De hard Ferguson.
Marshall Clark, David Brown, Chris Hannen and Ri
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