Tramping

Egmont Skiing Trip

The Tramping Club broke new ground by holding its annual skiing trip at Mt. Egmont instead of at Ruapehu, and those concerned are enthusiastically In support of this departure from the old order of things.

Twenty lads and lasses made the trip, and enjoyed six perfect days of skiing, followed by two wet days on which excursions were held to many local beauty spots. The average standard of skiing was gratifyingly high, progress among some of the beginners being phenomenal. While at the skiing grounds, which were an hours walk from Dawson's Falls, the party was granted free use of the Stratford Mountain Club's Maunganul Hut, for which we tender our sincere, thanks.

On Friday 26th an interesting series of ski races was held, and al though the surface was not at the time in good condition, some hectic and heroic runs were seen. Miss J. Maysmor won the ladie's prize, while Mr. A. H. Scotney won the men's.

From a tramper's point of view, life at Dawson's Falls Camp House was luxurious—cut wood was supplied, there was hot water, a ping pong table, dance floor and piano, with a host of other varied reasons why trampers leave home. Imagine, if you can the scene of trampatorial bliss, in this hut of huts as the cool shades of evening (and the thermometer) descend. Ensconced before the blaing hearth are ten fair tramperettes and ten husky trampers muffled to the chin In blankets, whether be cause of cold or not I am unable and unwilling to say. Extravaganza and other songs pass away the time till 10 or 11 p.m., when some good souls retire for the night. The others are by now In good form to ward off monotony till bed time, which Is very, very much later.

In the coming year make "Tramp and Ski with the V.U.T.C.." your motto. Here are twenty people to say you couldn't do better.

—A.P.O.