So we'll go no more a-tramping
To far Lake Crucible,
Though Gillespie Pass was stunning
And Siberia Hut was full.
While the clouds did lower and swirl
Around the rock-face dark and tall,
With the silence only broken
By the lonely kea's call.
For the journey beckons onwards
And Wanaka awaits,
To quench the tramping thirst
With Brewski Beer and Speights.
Yet the memory will linger
So clear and wonderful,
But we'll go no more a-tramping
To blue Lake Crucible.
Gillespie Pass
Mt Awful from Gillespie Pass