Hill walking

Walking on peaks is like visiting the gods. Walking on high rounded hogsbacks is like walking in the clearest air that has ever been created. Walking in summer sun is like walking through crisp glass tinted with brilliant blue. Walking in winter blizzards is like walking in an aerosol of whitewash. Walking at any time is the epitome of pure enjoyment.

Above Christchurch NZ

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