July seemed a month of Covid finally catching up family here. First, I got off lightly with a mostly-enjoyable week of what I’m calling Covid-lite – plenty of reading, watching, eating and keeping warm by the fire. A little congestion returns occasionally, but I’ve been pleased with energy levels generally (as another venesection approaches), and on a couple of easy runs and a short gravel ride. Unfortunately family around the corner didn’t get off nearly so well, having a thoroughly horrible week of illness and little sleep. There wasn’t much I could do to help, save run a few errands; strangely it was more isolating than the week I was confined at home.

That month done, first of August seemed auspicious timing to finally get out in the local hills. James was keen and arranged access to explore beyond Little Mt Ida. Getting up on to the main range and to Mt Ida (which I’d walked to from the back of the range earlier in the year) was mooted, but we’d see how conditions were. I was pleased just to get to go up Little Mt Ida for the first time – long having looked at it with curiosity when nearby.

The access track was still frozen hard as we drove up it on a clear and quickly-warming morning. Truck parked on the zig-zag as we reached the snow, already the wind was picking up as getting the gear organised was very much done in the shelter of the vehicle. Not enough snow to bother putting skins on, as we’d soon be off the track and cutting across tussocks, skis were precariously attached to the side of my pack (tail-ends hanging a bit low) and off we set – trail runners sufficing so far; with no better place to put them, I was left trying to keep ski boot straps on my shoulder.

Mt St Bathans as we left the truck.

A steady walk up the mostly snow covered road, we kept going straight ahead off the road as it switchbacked to the summit. Twenty minutes of gradual descent to the conservation area boundary was easy enough, my skis didn’t catch too much, and there was enough snow that I only got spaniard-stabbed once. But my, it was windy on the saddle.

Getting much steeper, still some way to go before even thinking about putting skis on.

Home Hills on left in front of St Bathans Range.

The walking became much more difficult being undershod, thankfully James was breaking trail. Reaching the small gully we’d been aiming for, we decided it wasn’t worth trying to skin up – so we continued hiking. By now I was getting a bit concerned as to how I’d get down from here if we didn’t find more snow. Bit steep and icy for me carrying skis and boots; a misstep and stumble induced a decent twinge in my good-shoulder, so that was something to be mindful of. After near-on two hours and a whopping two kilometres, and ever-increasing wind, we approached more snow to the fate we’d anticipated – it was far too windy to go any further. Fortunately, there was a little gully off to the south that had been collecting much windblown snow.

Couldn’t stop looking at it.

Time to finally put skis on. Looking over Little Mt Ida to the Ida Valley and Dunstan Range.

Not exactly groomed conditions, so a great time to see if I could remember to ski. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it sure beat trying to walk off this slope! I certainly couldn’t turn as sharply as James, but my way down in some really nice snow was made – with some thought and trying my best to avoid varying shrubberies.

Unsure what I’m doing over there, but some proof I had skis on yesterday.

Good fun, even if big pockets of powder did catch me unawares and leave me trying to get up with skis slightly akimbo. I look forward to skiing again shortly. Traversing through increasing amounts of foliage, the skis were soon back on our packs – at least we’d dropped almost a hundred metres easily and avoided hiking the steepest part. With the ends of my skis constantly catching plants and snow, walking downhill was engaging; amusingly, my right ski kept trying to ankle-tap me as the strong wind blew it around.

Not unpleasant tussock walking with plenty to look at.

We went up the tussock covered slope above the top of the track at right, came down the gully to the right of that.

Back at the road, we couldn’t not ditch our gear for the short walk to the summit.

East to the Kakanuis.

Most excellent to get up in the hills for a little, low-speed adventure. As is often the case, I most appreciated seeing an area I’m somewhat familiar with from a different perspective and assemble the pieces on the landscape further in my mind.