I was fourteen when I attended my first Easter climbing course with the Canterbury Mountaineering Club (I was quite young and wouldn't take no for an answer when it was suggested that I wait a few years) and fifteen when they agreed to have me in the club - they thought it would be better to look after me than have me go off and kill myself alone!!
Out of my membership of the CMC (and later the NZ Alpine Club) I made some great friends and had some great trips. The pattern of these adventures was from northern towards southern Canterbury alps and even further south - a gradual approach in both ambition, skill and experience. In retrospect a good survival approach. Over the next few posts I'll highlight a few of these climbing days - probably ad nauseam!
|BLS happy in the mountains (Photo - Mike Kirby)|