(I wasn’t organised enough to get the story of this Nov. 2000 trip into last year’s Antics. But I do want to set it down as record of some cool country that not many people go into. The first couple of days I accompanied Judy’s Dusky trip group and you can read about that in Antics 2000. They were a bit more organised than me. Well, in some ways!) From the top of Tarnatea Peak Judy’s party appeared as tiny figures picking their way down the scree slopes toward, Lake Roe. I gave them a yell then turned northward to gaze into the maze of snowy peaks and ranges that I was going to have to find my way through. It didn’t look as promising as the map suggested. What I planned was a traverse of the