The internet, and Facebook are a bit of a funny thing. The level of connection between people in different parts of the world, different time zones amazes me. I love being able to keep in touch with what people I meet on ski seasons are doing, in most cases knowing we probably wont ever meet again but that contact is always there.
I often also seem to keep in contact with people I haven’t ever met before over forums and the like. I was fortunate that one such person thought of me recently when Kyle Miller was looking for a place to crash in Queenstown.
I would have previously said I was lucky, but as Kyle might say its fortune that I happened to have just quit my job and then someone who is as interested in splitboarding around this snow-covered isle turns up out of no where.
Perhaps all those nights scanning over Hillmap and topographic maps dreaming about the “What if I could get in there?” will become “How the hell do I get in here?”