Hordes of foul Orcs surveyed us malevolently from the hilltop tors, but we were too quick for them, even the Warg riders. Dauntless we plunged on into the maw of even greater peril: no fewer than five regularities interspaced with brisk road dashes throughout a long day. Still, by lunchtime Penny and Peter had accumulated a confection of three lollipops (zero penalties). After lunch we tackled the gnarly and sometimes vertiginous Dancey’s Pass with pale knuckles but little damage to our scores, before some reversion to basic errors on the last reg of the day; however others had fared worse, missing sneakily placed checkpoints. But all consoled by the majestic backdrop of Mount Cook as we dropped down to Lake Tekapo for our penultimate evening. An awesome day’s rallying.
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