Mighty Salubrious!

The idea of climbing Papatahi was a good one, but to many of the trampers who went over on this Orongorongo week-end, Papatahi remained just that—an idea.

But this deplorable decadence did not detract from the pleasure of the week-end. There was the swim at the Wainui river,—the brew that followed, there was the slow amble up the river, and there was a fine sleep out on the river bank, where talk went on to the wee small hours: then next day was the consummate pleasure (for some) of climbing the peak on which they had set their hearts, and (for others) there was the excitement of the poker game round the camp fire—sounds all western, doesn't it? There was the dubious satisfaction which emerges from a contemplation of married bliss (Mr. and Mrs. Boyd) and there was the scientific interest in collecting beetles. Altogether this tramp was of very general interest, and showed the wide varieties of types gathered together in the club's midst. A pity there were not more freshers! They would have enjoyed the week-end more than any beer party on a Saturday, or Bible Class on Sunday!