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Sail Down the Mountain

October 1, 2012

Mount Cook was a giant golden sand-dune. My father, mother, older sister Fiona, started hiking for the summit. It was hard work. Dad and I sped ahead, leaving Fiona and Mum to struggle along themselves. I asked Dad if there was much interest in sand-boarding on Mount Cook.

“Oh definitely,” he said, “In peak season, there are even sand yachts that sail down the mountain.”

We were close to the top when I slipped. Since it was so steep, I knew there was no point in fighting it. Once I started, there was no stopping. Dad gave up his fight to the summit to join the slide. We slid down to the base of the mountain. Mum and Fiona came soon after. Fiona had brought a sled.

“We shouldn’t do that too often,” mum said. “The amount of people sliding is ruining Aoraki Mount Cook. It’s mostly the large sliders in their yachts though.”

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