South Island Day 17: Last. Hill. Ever.

Mt Hutt is a ski area on the way to Christchurch from where we'd camped so we'd decided to check it out to go for a walk just to get some exercise. There are a few walks you can do so we picked one we had time for paying attention only to how long the walk takes and no attention whatsoever to the pictures of the little men next to the name of the walk. It pays to take note of the little men. Here's a cut out and keep guide to what the little men mean so you don't find yourself trekking up a big hill that seemingly has no end wishing you'd brought a bottle of water and composing angry letters to the DoC in your head advising them that you'd be billing them for a new pair of lungs and could they please install cable cars in some of their walks with the larger inclines thankyouverymuch.

Suitable Only For People Wearing Backpacks With A Penchant For Hills Who Actually Consider Walking To Be An Enjoyable Pastime As Opposed To A Neccessary Evil In Order To Keep In Some Kind Of Shape And To Allow More Cake Consumption.

More Suited To Lazy Bastards With An Aversion To Inclines Unless There's A Promise Of A Licenced Premises At The Summit. No Backpack Required.

Suitable For Lazy Bastards, Midgets And Claire.

We did Scotts Saddle Track and by the time we got to the top I was puffing like a steam train, even Nat and Shane were looking forward to not having to walk up anymore hills and they could be considered part of the crazy group of people that like stuff like that.

Anyway, once we felt sufficiently exercised we made it to Christchurch and booked into a campsite next to the beach and made vague plans for the next couple of days that didn't involve jumping off or out of anything.

Or, for that matter, walking up any bloody hills.

written by

Koala Bear on February 19, 2009 from Mt Hutt, New Zealand

from the travel blog: Tiny Little NZ Road Trip

tagged RoadTrip and SouthIsland

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