7 hours ago
Having already hiked for three days in a relentless storm and "slept" two nights in waterlogged tents, with no memory whatsoever of even the definition of 'comfort', this dejected troop of teen scouts are being led through chest-high surf because the last day's rain has prevented the tide from vacating the only crossing point. not one inch of these lads, or their packs, is dry. their eyes are beyond tears. resigned to it. this is what some of us might call "having a s**t time".
awaroa, abel tasman coastal track, nz