August-September 1981, we skied north to south across The Alps. Six or seven of us, from YHA Bushwalking. We climbed up into snow on The Bluff, headed for Kelly’s Yards. The most critical and trying day was 1st September, climbing an icy Mt Magdala and then heading via Macalister Springs to Vallejo Gantner Hut and the southward draining country that was our reward and exit route. Unfortunately my camera stayed home—total pack weight was great enough without it.
I walked this area a bit, first at Timbertop school then through my twenties. The Alps are special to me in a way I can't describe, it's the scent of the place as much as anything.
I grew up around horses, was a confident rider, but never combined trail riding and the Alps. I could feel your earlier experience, thanks for that.
August-September 1981, we skied north to south across The Alps. Six or seven of us, from YHA Bushwalking. We climbed up into snow on The Bluff, headed for Kelly’s Yards. The most critical and trying day was 1st September, climbing an icy Mt Magdala and then heading via Macalister Springs to Vallejo Gantner Hut and the southward draining country that was our reward and exit route. Unfortunately my camera stayed home—total pack weight was great enough without it.
I walked this area a bit, first at Timbertop school then through my twenties. The Alps are special to me in a way I can't describe, it's the scent of the place as much as anything.
I grew up around horses, was a confident rider, but never combined trail riding and the Alps. I could feel your earlier experience, thanks for that.
Thanks for this, I did a 5-day ride in the Jagungal wilderness once, probably 40 years ago now. A great experience, but I never put it into words.