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A weekend of Ski touring

We had a great time Touring around on our split boards

On saturday we took advantage of a 4 hr break between cold fronts and Went up and down Mt Dewar on our split boards..amazing snow!

On the way up


Aaron at the top

on Sunday we went up to Wye saddle, thinking we would go down and check out the ice conditions The uneven traversing was a bit tough on my recovering leg so we went up wyre Dome and Back to lake alta instead.

Sally hiking the last steep bit up to Wye dome

Holidays in 3 weeks ...I'm determined not to re injure my Hammy and ruin the holiday.
Off to the Airport now so the pics will be added on my return. some nice ones so check back on the weekend!

My rambling thoughts on Feminism, Climbing, Family and how lucky I am.

The NZ Alpine club is starting to think about celebrating 100 years since Freda du Faur  was the first woman to climb Mt Cook/ Aoraki in Dec 1910.

This had me thinking about the changes in society since, and how important it is that someone is brave enough to make the first steps that have bought about the freedoms we have now.

Here is Fredas words…

We decided therefore to climb Mount Sealy on the first fine day, the weather having turned bad after our day on Mount Kinsey. Mount Sealy requires a bivouac, as it is some distance from the Hermitage, and there are no huts in that direction. This fact did not trouble me, but I soon learnt to my sorrow that I had to reckon with the other people in the house. As I was a girl, travelling alone, the women in the house apparently considered themselves more or less responsible for my actions. On Mount Kinsey I had been accompanied by a tourist who wished to join our party. As soon as I cheerfully announced, when asked, that I was going to climb Mount Sealy alone with a guide, I found myself up against all the cherished conventions of the middle-aged. In vain I argued and pointed out that I had come to the mountains to climb, not to sit on the veranda and admire the view. If I were to limit my climbs to occasions on which I could induce another woman or man to accompany me, I might as well take the next boat home. At the moment there was no one in the hotel who could or would climb Mount Sealy; there was not the ghost of a climber on the premises, only women who found a two-mile walk quite sufficient for their powers. This they could not deny, but they assured me in all seriousness that if I went out alone with a guide I would lose my reputation.

The fact that the guide in question was Peter Graham, whose reputation as a man was one at which the most rigid moralist could not cavil, made no difference. They acknowledged it was true, but seemed absolutely incapable of applying it to the facts of the case. One old lady implored me with tears in her eyes not to “spoil my life for so small a thing as climbing a mountain.” I declined gently but firmly to believe that it would be spoilt, and added, with some heat I am afraid, that if my reputation was so fragile a thing that it would not bear such a test, then I would be very well rid of a useless article. Though not convincing me that I was doing anything wrong, they had succeeded in worrying me considerably. I turned over plans in my mind, seeking a way out of the difficulty; for about ten minutes I almost succeeded in wishing that I possessed that useful appendage to a woman climber, a husband. However, I concluded sadly that even if I possessed him he would probably consider climbing unfeminine, and so my last state might be worse than my first, and the “possible he” was dismissed as unhelpful at this crisis of my affairs. Instead I sought out Graham and told him that the female population was holding up hands of horror, and asked what we were going to do about it. He suggested a compromise in the shape of taking a porter with us. I agreed to this, but felt vindictive when I thought of the extra expense entailed, and threatened to send the bill into my tormentors. Graham agreed that advice was cheap and that they might feel rather different if they were asked £1 a day for it. However, it seemed like the thin edge of the wedge, and later I would probably be beyond their advice. I sighed, not for the first time in my existence, over the limits imposed upon me by the mere fact that I was unfortunate enough to be born a woman. I would like to see a man asked to pay for something he neither needed nor wanted, when he had been hoarding up every penny so that he need not be cramped for want of funds. I don’t wish to pose as a martyr, but merely to point out the disadvantages of being a woman pioneer even in the colonies, where we are supposed to be so much less conventional than elsewhere. I was the first unmarried woman who had wanted to climb in New Zealand, and in consequence I received all the hard knocks until one day when I awoke more or less famous in the mountaineering world, after which I could and did do exactly as seemed to me best.

Fortunately in this world, the wonder of one day is taken as a matter of course the next; so now, five years after my first fight for individual freedom, the girl climber at the Hermitage need expect nothing worse than raised eyebrows when she starts out unchaperoned and clad in climbing costume. It is some consolation to have achieved as much as this, and to have blazed one more little path through ignorance and convention, and added one tiny spark to the ever-growing beacon lighted by the women of this generation to help their fellow-travellers climb out of the dark woods and valleys of conventional tradition and gain the fresh, invigorating air and wider view-point of the mountain-tops.

Freda du Faur, The Conquest of Mount Cook and Other Climbs: An Account of Four Seasons’ Mountaineering on the Southern Alps of New Zealand, 1915.

 …and yet I have never thought twice about my place in the hills, with so many women ahead of me. Freda, Jill Tremaine, Pat Deavoll, Lydia Bradey, and all the Wonderful and capable women of the Alpine Sports Club I spent my Childhood scrambling along behind in the hills.

My biggest role model in the hills and in Life is my Mum. She had to leave school at 15 as it wasn’t worth educating her as she would get married.  Only one generation later I never doubted my rights to access any opportunity I desired.

Mum you rock. Going back to nursing school later. Loving and supporting us all, studing at night, running the house, your Career. You are a true hero.

Next time some one patronises me and underestimates me due to my gender I will breathe through it, thinking how lucky I am, It is not the whole world, just one idiot. Should I need to take a stand, I will not feel so alone.

Some links
freda's account of ascent of cook
http://www.nzetc.org/tm/scholarly/tei-FauConq-t1-body-d9.html 
Radi programme on Freda
http://www.abc.net.au/rn/hindsight/stories/2009/2576819.htm

Thwarted

Today I thought I would go up Remarkables for a snow shoe to check out the ice lines. The Ski field website said closed but in the last couple of hours the snowline had shrunk back so I thought it would be fine. I was so Confident that even when I got to the road closed barrier I let myself through...The grader had been through I hadn't needed chains yet. Soon however I met the grader and beyond that the snow was too thick for me, about a foot deep Maybe a truck would get up but if you got stuck I wouldn't expect help getting out with all the warnings!( Pack shovel next time)

Turned back, I took a few tourist shots,  met a few girlfriends for coffee, and then rode my bike up Skyline where I bumped into a guy Tim I met at 7 mile last week and did a couple of runs with him and his mate Pete (Turd Sandwich is super slippery!)

First snow of the year

It snowed for 3 days solid and we took our split boards up Coronet peak for the first ski tour of the season. Up was easy, but my butt isn't quite up to It yet on the downhill, so on the way home we went to the Spa to recover..Nice

Aaron at the top of the ski field Getting his gear ready for the downhill. See those teeth..He's happy!

More pics of Aaron's project

Taken by G Charton

My boys and Bike maintenance

There were a few gear problems and the Handle bars were loose but now the flash blue gear bike is all go again! I cooked the Dinner while Bailey and Aaron did manly stuff in the Garage