Arthurs Pass National Park, in
Jonathan and I climbed it on Friday, via the easiest route, the Otira Slide, but saw little except the inside of grey, swirling cloud; loose, blocky rock; and the long, steep slope of old snow that gives the Slide its name. On Monday, now knowing the descent route from the High Peak, we climbed Rolleston again, this time up one of the harder routes, the Central Direct buttress on the Otira Face. Perfect weather for climbing: high, lumpy cloud affording some shade from the summer sun; just enough breeze to keep the temperature comfortable.
From the summit we looked down to the Crow Glacier. Clean, white snow gashed with deep crevasses; big bergschrunds separating rock from striated ice; further away, the icefall, a mass of seracs teetering on the lip of the glacier. Clouds drifted slowly above, their shadows echoes on the neve. Down in the
This is the real world; this is where and how you live.
Stay safe and happy, and look after one another.