We start through the valley to Soda Springs. It's a cracking pace and I'm sliding all over the icy rocks. The wind is biting. An hour in I'm exhausted and we haven't even reached the Devil's Staircase, the steepest part of the climb. I really don't feel I can go on at this pace. I ask the guide if I can go at my own pace. He says he can't leave me on the mountain as the risk of hypothermia is too great. I have no choice but to turn back. I'm bitterly disappointed. I've never turned back on a walk but I have no energy and I know I'd struggle to make it before dark.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Tongariro Crossing, New Zealand
We start through the valley to Soda Springs. It's a cracking pace and I'm sliding all over the icy rocks. The wind is biting. An hour in I'm exhausted and we haven't even reached the Devil's Staircase, the steepest part of the climb. I really don't feel I can go on at this pace. I ask the guide if I can go at my own pace. He says he can't leave me on the mountain as the risk of hypothermia is too great. I have no choice but to turn back. I'm bitterly disappointed. I've never turned back on a walk but I have no energy and I know I'd struggle to make it before dark.
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