By Kate Morris, 28 April 2023
I love climbing hills. Nothing beats that moment when you stop to catch your breath, legs aching, lungs burning, and look out at the view.
I also love sunsets, the beauty and colour on such a grand scale.
I also love absurdity. Tramping club has no shortage of that. Like carrying an armchair and a birthday cake up a mountain, like dressing up as sexy Mrs Claus in July, like making meringues and mussel soup at a hut.
I also love brass bands. For the same reason I love bagpipes, I think – they are unapologetically loud, not afraid to take up space.
I also love my friends. So much it makes my heart ache sometimes. Especially friends who go tramping and friends who go along with my silly ideas.
So, standing on a mountain, the sky painted pink, fancy dress on and glass of red wine in hand, with Jess and Kat, watching a brass band play on the helipad at Powell Hut? I don’t believe in heaven, but that was pretty damn close.
