When was the last time you took off your clothes in the wilderness? I had stopped for a breather on a sun-dappled wooded ridge in the Tuaruas when a glowing patch of sunlight on my forearm arrested my attention. Focusing on it, the slide into trance was easy.
Trampers don't get too many, "Woo! Hoo!" moments.
However, last Saturday, soaked to the skin and standing four kilometres down a flooding river gorge in the Tararua Ranges, I lifted my arms to the sheer moss-walled rock walls and shouted, "Woo! Hoo!" in a short-lived outburst of pent-up tension and muscle-melting relief.