Day one began with the gentle path steadily turning skywards, then disappearing altogether under a blanket of snow. Snow that was, in some places, thick enough to lose an entire left leg in. Camp was made at Waterfall Valley Hut, at which point a lack of cutlery was discovered, and a spoon procured from some young Queenslanders walking the opposite direction.
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to be continued…
