
I stared out at the surrounding ranges. Trying to take a mental picture to appreciate with hindsight later. Eyes wide ( with horror really! ) at the situation I’d gotten myself into. There wasn’t the relief and satisfaction I’d imagined getting to the top. Just an overwhelming sense of ‘anticipation’ ( read: ‘expectation of impending panic’ ) about getting down the other side. Making it between the two Rintoul peaks was one thing, but apparently the worst was yet to come? Or so said the trail notes…

Wished we could of stayed here longer, but after a day of stopping every 5 min to film or take pictures it was getting late. 6pm to be precise, we’d been on the go for nearly 11 hours already and still had to get down yet!
Nicky, you’re a champ! Obviously Cookie is an absolutely brilliant guide and inspiration.