This was the scene of when our big mistake sunk in. The terrible error. The grand blunder. The mega cockup. Day 1. The day we hiked up the wrong mountain. For 5 hours. We’d been misled by a totem pole of fluro tape markers wrapped around a tree, indicating a track to the left. That track had taken us well on our way to another peak, Mount Bobs. With a clear view of our goal, Federation Peak, on the horizon and the valley floor we should have been racing along situated far below us we faced a difficult decision. Change our goal and go all the way to Bobs? Return to the car and choose a shorter hike? Return to the junction, accepting that we’d lost an entire day and start again tomorrow? Not wanting to face the reality of our situation, it was time for a comforting consolation chai latte. Can’t beat a cuppa when things get a bit hard. We eventually opted for the final option. Tomorrow we’d try again.