Back in say 1997, after a really good snow fall in Dunedin. My friend Brett and I went off in search of the perfect snow slope to slide down.
I had one lined up just off the side of the Killmog hill in Evansdale. We started from the Glenhouse (at the time). And walked up state highway 1 towards the Glen.
We passed the Glen turnoff and took the next left where the old main road used to weave around the hill. An old abandoned house, some beehives and a quarry were a little distraction from our path.
This is about the time we went straight bush. No path, just a direction, thats how all good adventures start. Fighting though the thicket we came upon a cliff.
Not really what I had planned. Searching for a way to climb down the gnarly face of mud and loose rocks, a massive Possum jumped out of a rock crevice and landed on Brett's shoulder. Flailing arms and some loud obscenities, the Possum stopped on the edge of the cliff.
Instinctively I threw a brick that I was holding (Don't ask why I had that) at the poor bugger. Hit him clean in the side and knocked him over the edge. It must of been a good 25 meters down.
From there we decided to find an easy way, instead of just a drop. Thats when we came across the top of the waterfall. Couldn't really see from the top as it was quite sketchy towards the brink.
We managed to get around the top and down the other side of the gully. This was the adventure now. The snow slope would have to wait.
Times passed - Stu