So i had wondered if the once-upon-a-mountain tibea-shattered leg i was tramping with would take the terrain, but today it was arms that were on the mammoth mountainous menu – hauling ourselves (and a few KG of chilli noodles for supper of course) up the craggy concourse. The route up Gillespie Pass to the Awful and Dreadful Mountains had to get their name’s from somewhere! But i jest – the views up here were worth every sinew stretching step. Sorry, I mean peck-pulverising-pull-up, don’t i!
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