Nick, who I had met through Huntsoc, the student-organised hunting club at the University of Canterbury, had secured a roar block in the Haast wilderness area. Our paths crossed on campus the morning of our departure in late March.
Nick had just finished his last engineering exam of Term 1 and had his gear and food all packed, ready to go. I, being a frantic postgrad student in the middle of conducting field work, still had experiments to tend to, maps to print out, and a truck-load of gear to organize. So, after a bit of humming and hawing, Nick graciously agreed to change the oil in the grunty old Nissan Terrano that I had recently purchased, and after several more errands and enduring the usual Ashvegas rush-hour traffic, we…