Tramping

On the week-end 15th-16th July the Tramping Club again sallied forth, this time bound for Palliser Bay. The weather was threatening but, as you no doubt know, the Tramping Club revels in bad weather, indeed, its members are at their happiest when rain is pouring down their backs. When the Orongorongo River was nearly reached the weather man turned on the taps and consequently the stalwarts were forced to stay in the river valley at that abode of sinners, that luxurious mansion, namely, Tawhai Hut. Dick Jackson, in a fit of unparalleled fortitude, announced that he would light the fire whilst the others performed the pleasant task of finding dry wood in the pouring rain. After this notable self-sacrifice on his part he further condescended to cook tea for the multitude. Someone, of course, suggested that there was an ulterior motive behind this kindness, namely, that he would get the most. Did he, or did he not? After the meal everyone curled up in their sleeping-bags and settled down for the night. When morning came one of the members of the party heroically stepped out into the blizzard to find more dry wood, again the motive being not for the common weal but rather out of self-preservation. At one o'clock the homeward way was trodden and a party of bedraggled but cheerful trampers arrived at the Eastbourne bus shed.