Hey people, Haven't had a huge number of signups for bash on thru - 0 at the meeting on Tuesday and one email since, so might put it off for now. Alyn and Guy might be keen for a tramp somewhere in the Tararuas though, which will no doubt involve some bashing - so let them know if your keen. Otherwise there might be crazy (and not crazy) ...

First pinnacle rising on right, second pinnacle left and great pinnacle between them in the background.

Air: Spinning WheelI left my young love by the river reclining,The tears in her eyes in the moonlight were shining, I told her I loved her, my love would fade never,But the snows on the  mountains are calling me ever.Roaming O, roaming O, up in the ice and snow,Rolleay, rolleay, ice-axe and good belay,Let me be free, with the mountains for ...

There's an ice-axe hanging on the wall, But it's used for gardening if at all, No more he heeds the mountain's call, There's his ice-axe hanging on the wall.There's a nylon rope above the lawn, It's looking rather frayed and torn, The nappies that his baby's worn, Hang from that rope above the lawn.His boots lie on the toolshed floor, His pack's ...

When Moses was a little childHe floated down the River NileAnd Pharaoh's daughter, found him there A-playing with a bottle of beer.Said Pharaoh's daughter tenderly''Come choose you now twixt beer and me''And Moses answered with a sigh:''I guess I've got to bid-the booze goodbye!'' ''So goodbye, booze don't want you any more,My drinking days are ...

Tune: The Bluetail FlyWay down south in Jackson's Bay, There lived a miner old and grey,And to his hut so warm and dry There came each night a Big Sandfly.Tucker all gone, but I don't care!Tucker all gone, but I don't care!Tucker all gone, but I don't care!Goodbye, Big Sandfly.Then one day the old man said,Far too long on me you've fed,If I starve ...

One day in the summer as daylight was fading, I went for a walk by the river alone;There I met an old man who was weeping and wailingAnd rocking a cradle that was not his own.Singing, aidle-o-boy, sweet baby lie easy,Your true daddy will never be known. There'll be weeping and wailingAnd rocking a cradle of somebody's baby That is not your ...

If you stand on Lambton Quay,On Friday night then you will see,in rain and snow the trampers go, To the Tararua Ranges.Away, away with billy and pack,A rollicking down the mountain track, We'll all get lost and never come back,In the Tararua Ranges.Hear them holler and hear them bawl,As up the Marchant Ridge they crawl,  And all they see is ...