Main Range Extravaganza

What do you get when you throw together a kayak, a volleyball and blue food colouring, a packliner sack race, two firn-gliders and nineteen people in a tent? The Main Range Extravaganza! Quickly dubbed the most extravagant extravaganza yet, the 2015 Australian National University Mountaineering Club Main Range Extravaganza was run by our super-keen (and…

Three Miles to Four Mile Hut

Faced with a whole landscape of features with names unknown to the European settlers, they tended to resort to the always obliging literal. As I have previously lamented, this resulted in innumerable landmarks consisting of adjective + noun, more often than not drawing on either “big”, “little”, “rocky” and other generic terms. Up at Kiandra,…

Dead Horse Gap: The Brumby Debate

Ribs prominent beneath a winter coat, and hardly enough energy left to acknowledge our presence, the three brumbies stare at our group of telemark skiiers. It has been a week since the last real snowfall, and the marks on this snow tell us the whole story: the brumbies have moved less than 10 metres in…

Fitzgerald Hut, Alpine Retreat

Falls Creek, Snow Report, May 2014. Conditions Summary: Great for mountain biking. What a depressing start to the season (unless you’re a mountain biker). So while I await the snow, I’ll share my experience of skiing at Falls Creek a previous winter. My parents and I had decided that we wanted to explore the alpine…

Introduction to Mountaineering

In spite of its name, the Australian National University Mountaineering Club actually does very little mountaineering. Summer weekends are filled with trips to the coast for kayaking, winter adventures are prepared with snow shoes and NNN-BC or telemark skis for the high country, and all year round the climbers climb… well, everything (including the National…

Mid Winter Feast XVI

The Australian National University Mountaineering Club has a range of traditions, all novel and exciting for a new member to the club such as myself. There is the always classic trying-not-to-allow-any-water-to-splash-on-exposed-skin whilst kayaking on Lake Burley Griffin when the algae levels are high, the iconic bouldering on the National Library of Australia, the inevitable freezing…

A Winter’s Tale of Tasmania

I am not a Tasmanian. Yet in spite of this, the southern isle always feels like home to me, and flying into Hobart a week after the winter solstice was no different. The quarantine beagle nosing items on the baggage carousel felt like a familiar friend, and – as I discovered to my amusement some…

Gallivanting about in Snowshoes

The landscape alongside the Monaro Highway rushes past in a pale silence, all fog and frost and the dark limbs of trees. It is negative 6 degrees beyond the unblemished windows of the new Subaru, and the dawn is in no hurry to disperse the lingering signs of the imminent winter. The mood has been…