Rustic, quaint and quintessentially kiwi. A year ago I wrote a story for Adventure Magazine about the allure of the back country huts that inhabit the high alpine landscape of NZ. One year on and the virtually closed borders of New Zealand have seen a significant uplift in interest around outdoor recreation. From the Department [...]
That late August morning, I had misjudged where I was and had taken one turn too many as I arced turns of white dusty chalk promptly proceeding to be bluffed and launched at pace off the precipice of Chute 7 at the very top of Treble Cone's Motatapu Chutes having had zero intention of going in there that day. Without any intention of being where I was, I embarked on the ultimate tuck-n-roll extravaganza over anything and everything in my path to come to a stop no less than 450 vertical metres below where I had unintentionally launched.
In full yard sale style, by the time I had ground to a halt I was minus anything that could be ripped off with the impact including goggles, gloves, poles and skis.