It was late on a Tuesday afternoon that I was approached by Adam ‘wanna come to Robbo’s this Friday night with me Clint and Zac?' he enquired '…yes’ I replied, and just like that I was in!
Friday came around quickly and we decided to leave immediately after lunch. Everyone was busy through the morning packing the usual stuff (GoPros and other cameras, clothing, personal snacks, food for the group and so on, making sure to bring all the necessities) and setting up our quads with all our gear and at around 1:30 we were off.
The trip to Robbo’s is just under an hour, we arrived and got our things inside, fired up the gas heater, and got some water boiling for coffee. While we waited for the water to boil, Adam and I went for a 10 minute walk to a hilltop adjacent to the hut. and about 200 metres away with an elevation increase of about 25 metres. The view was quite nice with a relatively large island right in front of us and clear views right out off the coast to the gigantic ice bergs floating on the horizon, we took a few photos and returned to the hut for a cuppa.
They say that on every camping trip, something will be forgotten or overlooked, and this concept has never hit anyone as hard as it hit us once we got our coffee sorted out. We were sitting there around the table and there was something missing…music! ‘Hey Zac you wanna fire up your Bluetooth speaker?' asked Adam '…I didn’t bring it’ Zac replied…it was a devastating blow to group morale and as a result we actually had to sit and talk with one another for the duration of our stay to fill in the silence.
In an attempt to ease our collective suffering we decided to grab a drink each and head out to the deck to watch the sun set. I had the foresight to bring a hammock and the others brought some deck chairs, so they were set up on the deck and needless to say the hammock was a big hit, however it was pretty uncomfortable and the deck chairs were much more practical. After about 10 minutes out there our drinks were beginning to freeze, so once the sun actually set we went back inside to watch Clint start cooking our dinner of pasta with beef mince while we enjoyed a cheese platter as an entrée.
Just before dinner came out I thought I would show the lads what is possibly the best ‘life hack/survival trick’ that I know, which is turning a coke can into a spirit burner (which is used as a camping stove), they all thought I was crazy, but then we threw some shellite in it and lit ‘er up (outside the hut just in case) and after just a few moments it began to cough and splutter, then it roared into life just like a bought one, quite the opposite of what the boys have come to call a ‘Steve Middleton classic'. After a few good yarns and an absolute classic joke from Zac we all decided to turn in at around 9:30–10 pm.
We woke up the next day, had a quick cuppa, and left Robbo’s by about 9:30 as we planned to be back by brunch which was at 11:00. Once we got moving the wind picked up slightly, and there was a very light layer of blowing snow about 30 centimetres deep and right on ground level for the entire trip home. Blowing snow is amazing to look at and especially with the early morning sun lighting it up, it constantly shimmers and looks quite fluid so it makes for some awesome riding. The light wind slowed our return trip as our visibility was reduced by the blowing snow, but we got back to station by 10:50 so all was well and we got our brunch.
Steve ‘Muscles’ Middleton