A night at Pryors Hut

We have established a nice routine getting into The Wild without any major dramas. Well, it takes two nights of packing, Patrick plans the route, I buy the food, dogs go to the dog hotel and off we go.

Friday night we drove to Canberra, had dinner in the car and stayed with Patrick’s brother Chris and his wife Helen and (not so) early Saturday we left for Namagi National Park. Look at the dam!

Chris signs us all in for the hike. Amazing trees everywhere, the sky is bright blue, the birds are making a lot of noise and the hill is steep @)(&_%&@(*%^@& (a lot of bad language…).

What a climb… some shocking numbers where thrown at me in consolation of my moaning under the weight of my pack… was it 1 metre up for 4 metres forward??? No idea, it was not much fun… much less than it is now, in hindsight!

We finally reached the hut. This was to give us shelter against the elements in the evening. And it did. After setting up camp near the hut, Patrick and I climbed to the peak of the mountain, whilst the others re-hydrated the dehydrated bolognaise sauce I had prepared during the week and they stoked a great fire. Unbelievable views! Kosciuszko covered in snow! And little patches of snow right there in front of us! That was the drawing card to get the kids up the mountain top in the morning… but first a picture of a knitter on top of the world: to cast on or cast off, that is the question!

We were in bed at 7pm, well, most of us, not those guys who walked 1km to the creek after dinner to get water for breakfast. Honestly, I did not hear them return, I was out like a light.