After drinking too much wine one evening we had plotted to climb to the summit of Mt. Ruapehu. It is the highest mountain in the North Island and at just under 2800metres above sea level, would present us with a very hard challenge.
We got up nice and early and headed to the base of the ski field. Unfortunately we were not allowed to use the chair lifts unless we were skiing, so that meant walking up through the ski fields to the base of the ridge we wanted to climb.

Heading up from the top of the chair lift
Our joy was short lived as I checked the route before us. The ridge I had wanted to climb to get to the top was far too steep to even try and we had no ropes or harnessess with us. We did have our ice axes and crampons.

Rock hard ice. Good for crampons.
Our only hope of reaching the summit was via a wide gully which seemed less steep than the ridge. We started off and made good progress. We were now only 100 metres below the summit.
We could smell the sulphur fumes being emitted by the crater lake just over the other side of the summit. The major problem for us was the steepness of the ice. We were on a fifty degree slope with big exposure. The ice was now so hard that we could hardly stamp our crampons into it.
Oh dear, this is getting serious now.
The decision was made to retreat before one of us had a fall. If we had fallen it would have been pretty serious, so as Don Whillans the famous mountaineer once said, "The mountains will be here next year lad, just make sure you are"
James at the high point of the day
The route back down the face was very slow going as we needed to tread very carefully. We managed to get down safely and in retrospect we made the right decision to turn back, even though we were so close to the top.
We still managed to get some good pictures and hopefully we can summit it in the future.

Hayley on the ice slope

Looking across to the summit
Hayley on the way back down

Chilling out after a long tough day in the mountains