|A brief respite as I drape myself over the signpost for support|
|Crosbies Hut and possibly the only photo you'll ever see of The Scout.|
|View from the hut towards Coromandel - you can just glimpse the sea|
On Thursday and Friday, The Scout and I went for an overnight hike without children to Crosbies Hut in the Coromandel.
It doesn't matter how fit you think you are, as soon as you go tramping/hiking you find muscles you never knew existed and spend half the time gasping for breath as you ascend hills. Carrying a 11kg pack on your back, makes it harder again. It took us about 5 hours to reach the hut, which was mainly through native bush. There was a lot of uphill hiking which is really no easier, when it becomes downhill (some areas were steep and slippery, and quite muddy) on the return. Lots of interesting fungi and mosses were to be seen en route too.
When I reached the final sign saying "Crosbies Hut 10 minutes" my relief was short lived. I think that was probably the steepest climb of the day. The first view of the hut was a most welcome sight. Stunning views out to Table Mountain and Coromandel are to be had.
The hut sleeps 10, and must be booked prior to arrival . It has cold running water collected from rainfall, wood and coal are provided for the fire should it be needed. You must take your own food and cooking equipment. We had two family groups introducing their children to the joys of tramping join us.
Friday morning was cold and drizzly, no stunning views to be had as we made the 5 hour journey back down to our vehicle.
I'm back at work today, with all my aching muscles reminding me of the adventure I've just enjoyed.
Happy weekend to you all.