The snow was over knee deep in places.
Disaster when your gumboots only came up your lower leg half way meaning the white powdery stuff broke off like an Antartic ice berg to drop into your galoshes. It didn’t take much longer for it to become liquified. Even the thickest of socks weren’t enough to protect the cold moisture nipping at your toes and the soles of your feet.
Laughter was frequent for the short arse in the party. Alannah’s step had the snow just about touch her butt cheeks. We took shorter steps to help. Every now and then, the undulation beneath meant a face plant. Laughter was then shared.From a distance, the slope to be conquered looked shallow. At the bottom, the paradigm as was sharper with steepness. However, this didn’t deter. Up we stepped using the footprints left behind by other adventurers seeking the same adrenalin of sliding back down.
As altitude was reached, a cool wind whipped from left to right. The sun beaming down in the cloudless sky did nothing to warm. It did however, make the landscape crisp as far as the eye could see. It was absolutely stunning to see the back bone of the South Island carpeted with snow.
Hordes of like-minded beings had made the most of what mother nature had dumped to create a play-ground so natural and free – there were little specs of bodies in all directions. It was fun to watch from above the number of people who ventured out onto the frozen ice of the lake below. As confidence grew, further out toward the middle they wearily trod. No one plunged through during our observation.There was no paper, scissors nor rock as to who would go first. Pick on the big guy!
As one looked down sitting on their toboggan moments before the grasp of the handle tightened and the feet lifted so gravity did its thing (nothing to do with a share slope at all, yeah right), you were zoned into the reality of what was.
This could either go tits up or plain sliding to the bottom.
A deep breath, a pause, and then feet lifted.
There was no yodelling ‘the hills are alive with the sound of music’, that’s for certain.
Some might describe it as a scream. Whatever it was. It just was.