After the gold digging pioneers, the deer culling gangs and the possum
trappers have gone, the kiwi blokes are still taking to the hills for a
spot of tramping. The hobnails boots, the swannie, the woolen strides
worn over long johns, the oil skins to keep part of the wet out and the
Canterbury Mule laden with a sack of flour, a pound of tea, sugar and
baking powder, might have been replaced by more modern equipment but the
spirit is not completely dead yet.
Dehydrated food has replaced baked beans or sausages cooked in yesterday's
possum fat, unfortunately the traditional mug of tea is more often served
with a packet of cookies than with camp oven baked scones.
Before ripstop nylon era the camp would have been a tent fly rigged
between trees and a ground sheet.