Doing the Eagle Rock

“Now listen, Oh we’re steppin’ out. I’m gonna turn around, Gonna turn around once and we’ll do the Eagle Rock” I couldn’t remember the next line of the song.  So I stopped for a second to catch my breath and get my kayak pointing in the right direction.  For some reason I can never seem…

An extra long weekend

Aller Anfang ist schwer. That’s what Dirtbagjens told me when I said I wasn’t sure how to start this post.  It’s a tricky decision, because the start of the story is not as fun as the rest of it. It started when I was called into the boardroom one afternoon at work. There were three…

Discovering the Supercrag

It was a dark and stormy night… Well… it was actually a rainy morning in Blackheath.  Dirtbagjens and I were sitting in a cafe, drinking coffee and chatting about dry patches of rock we could climb. There was another group of people near us.  I overheard them saying things like ‘it’s pretty steep’ and ‘how long…

Exploring the Banks Peninsula

I heard a dog bark.  I heard its humans laughing and chatting.  I opened my eyes and remembered that I was sleeping on a bridge, on a walking track, somewhere in suburbia. The first 12 hours in New Zealand hadn’t exactly gone to plan. We had touched down in Christchurch late on Christmas Eve.  Everything…

Elephant Rocks

Some of the best tourist destinations in New Zealand are hidden in the middle of sheep paddocks. There is one flock of sheep near the town of Duntroon, who have access to some amazing limestone bouldering. They were kind enough to share their rocks with us one sunny afternoon last December. Groups of sheep watched…

New Years Eve at Sefton Bivouac

A few years ago, I spent new years eve in a cave.  Our group of adventurers dressed up in second hand ball gowns, abseiled 40 metres down into the darkness had a ball in the Ballroom Chamber of one of the caves at Wee Jasper, north of Canberra.  After spending one new years eve down…

A Case for the Purcell Prusik as a Personal Anchor System

Guest post! Dirtbagjens did some testing on the purcell prusiks that we’ve been using to attach ourselves to anchors when we’re out rock climbing.  Sometimes these skinny bits of cord are the only thing keeping us attached to the rock.  Turns out they’re actually pretty strong, which is good news for us!  Here’s his write…

Risk, red tape and a guy called Rex

It  was the last week of work.  I’d ducked out of the office to grab a coffee.  On the way to the cafe I counted out the days between me and my flight to New Zealand.  I didn’t have to count very high. I handed some coins across a cafe counter and started googling adventure…

An unexpected visitor

Did you hear that? Footsteps? Yeah, I hear it too. I think someone is coming… That was the conversation we were having just before it happened.  Yep, that’s how I’m going to build suspense. Dirtbagjens and I had set up camp in a cave at the end of Long Beach near Dunedin, on New Zealand’s east…

Cliffs, caves and office cubicles 

That’s what this blog is going to be. A big collection of words and views from the places I find when when I’m in dirtbag mode. Expect epic tales from the Blue Mountains, Milford Sound, and Mount Cook.  You might find the odd climbing topo, trail food recipe, outdoor film or gear review on here…