When I got back from the Franklin-Frenchmans Cap trip I was barely afforded time for a shower before I was on a plane to New Zealand. I could try and palm it off as a work trip, a n extended stock-photo gathering mission, but that would be stretching the truth. Our honeymoon was long overdue, so we took off to New Zealand for nearly two months of fishing, hiking, climbing and being stylish in cafes. I swapped my river cag and booties for my climbing boots and jacket, but apart from that the wardrobe remained the same. It's great these days being a climbing dirt-bag and laté aficiando in the same set of clothes.
I recently got invited to shoot stills for an expedition down the Franklin River, stopping off to climb Frenchmans Cap to break up the trip.
It was a very exciting trip, and the first protracted river trip I'd done. There were a load of new camera tricks and gear to come to terms with when shooting kayaking and rafting, but it was good to realise that clothing and temperature regulation were the same as I was used to. The more I wear wool, the more sold I am on it really being a jack-of-all-trades fabric.
Keep an eye on Rock, Wild and Outer Edge magazines for stories of the expedition.