So
I chickened out and didn't go all the way to the absolute summit
of Double Cone (scant metres away, I'm sure!) I blame my gigantic,
non-toe-hold-finding boots, rather than my stomach full of vomitty
butterflies. I'm quite content to just get high enough to see
the other side and then live to get the film developed. (Looking
down on Lake Wakatipu. Queenstown is the whitish blot on the
right.)
