The short version of the Mt Aspiring story is we stayed at the bottom and made our way to the top. We arose two hours before dawn so we could watch the sun rise – but to be honest, that far south, it doesn’t come up til eight in the morning this time of year, so I can’t say it was terribly cruel.
There is no reason for words to be honest – the photos speak for themselves… click on them for a full-screen picture.
Mt Aspiring is outside Wanaka, New Zealand. We were there from the 10th to the 15th of this month – the ‘off’ season.
Titirangi Storyteller 