Missed and Mist
Adamsons Peak Tuesday 28 November 2017 Any drizzle was expected to be gone by the time we started walking and it was, however the thing that was overlooked was the drenched vegetation left behind. By the time Manuka Flat had been crossed I was thoroughly fed up with the constant dousing from the wet Bauera and other bushes and was pleased when Greg took over in front. What happened on the next section remains a mystery to me, because somehow, I ended up in front. Greg B stopped for a drink and I wondered on thinking I was following behind Greg K, but did start to wonder why I couldn’t see any of his boot marks in the mud. Anyway, I got the plateau, which was in thick mist, but there was no sign of Greg. I returned to the edge of the plateau and there was Greg just pushing through the thick and wet scrub pressing in on the track; Greg looked thoroughly soaked too. His first words were “how did you get in front of me.” A good question, I thought. It seems that I walk