Wild September Snow

She’s a little tamer lower down the glacier, but you traverse the side faces to hold elevation and on this wild New Zealand run you can go forever and never stop.

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You’d scarce believe these were nice, quiet cannibal islands not so long ago, with a half dozen missionaries maybe. Now their topless restaurants are serving fallen angels by the thousand. Civilization, it drives you wild.

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The plan now is to push for the Tasman Glacier, a long, cool run through the Southern Alps. Big, wide and empty down there. Puts ice in your blood.

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