A baker's dozen of variously attired trampers assembled at the Wellington railway station on Sunday, 24th, intent on catching the Paekakariki train. A short distance along the road brought them to the turn-off, where the campaign of attack was discussed. To do the short steep route slowly or the long, easy route quickly—that was the question. At last the momentous decision was taken—they took the long way slowly. After a short 21-hour geology discourse they reached the summit of this truly awe-inspiring peak. The view was certainly worth climbing to see. Egmont and Ruapehu in the north, Tapuaenuku in the south and all the major Tararua peaks were revealed to them. Some of the more primitive among the party showed their inheritance of anthropoidian tendencies by gymnastics on the trig while ostensibly in search of a better view. The party then split up, the more enthusiastic pioneering a new and faster route, while the rest set out the way they had come. Unfortunately these too, owing to unforeseen circumstances, tried a new way down. The road was reached some hours later and despite thumbing and winning feminine smiles they had to walk to the station. The tired and weary party dissolved on the station intent on the one thing dear to all trampers—Food.