Worse days tramping in my life. I don’t even want to write about it!
Mount Linton Station is the biggest privately owned farm in New Zealsnd and renowned for its genetic breeding. But the iwner very reluctantly allowed ys access across hus property. I think he has made the trail as hard and arduous as he could and is out to piss me off.
He takes us through headhigh thistles, up hills following a fenceline just to have us climb a style then go down the other side of the fence. Grrr. It is not well marked and the TA App and Guthook App and the Topo maps can all give different paths.
Each time I came to a decision point I got it wrong. I was sure I walked an extra 10km at least in searing heat with no shade at all. I was a very grumpy woman.
There is one campsite that we are allowed to use and there has been reports of the owner flying over in his helicopter shooting at walkers in the wrong place. By 6pm I was ready for him. I would just put my arms in the air and call out “Shoot me”
It took me 11.5 hours from 7.30am to 6.55 pm. I had decided that if i was not at the camp by 7pm I was going to pack the whole thing in luckily I arrived at 6.55pm so I will continue. Boys there since 5.30 ish and had had as much trouble as me but they just walk faster. There was one SOBO girl who probably wondered what her tomorrow would bring and if she would end her day ranting and raving like me.
