Snow, silence, sunshine, and mountains all around – as lunch spots go, this was a good one.
To the west, beyond the broad braided flats of the Godley River, stood the Southern Alps/Kā Tiritiri o te Moana. Glistening, stoic. Behind us was Stag Saddle, Te Araroa’s highest point.
It was September, late in the season for snowshoeing yet here we were, on Snake Ridge in Canterbury’s Two Thumb Range, having scrunched our way up behind local guide Peter Munro.
Most of our group was new to snowshoeing so we’d booked a four day guided trip with Alpine Recreation. We stayed in Rex Simpson Hut, on the edge of Te Kāhui Kaupeka Conservation Park just three hours’ walk from the road. The hut was warm with its big potbelly stove and its location, within the world’s largest International Dark Sky Reserve, provided the bonus of a glorious night sky display.
Snowshoeing, as it turned out, is quite straightforward, but having Munro there gave us reassurance. He understood the weather and snow conditions, he gave us all personal avalanche transceivers, and he knew the best routes for our fitness and ability. He was also a mean cook.
Munro says snowshoeing is only recently gaining traction in New Zealand. “It’s mainly people in the older age bracket,” he says. “They still want to do something adventurous but not if it will be too hard on their bodies.”
People have snowshoed for thousands of years. The first ‘shoeski’ was reportedly crafted from wood, animal hides and sinews in central Asia in about 4000 BC, to enable winter travel and hunting. Ancient migrations crossing the Bering land bridge from Siberia brought snowshoes to Canada. They later reached Europe via French traders and trappers who learned about it from North American First Nations peoples.
Recreational snowshoeing is now huge in mountain regions worldwide. Copahue, in Chile, is about to host hundreds of aficionados to the 15th World Snowshoeing Championships. Shoe designs have evolved from animal parts to clunky tennis racquet-like models to the flexible, composite, lightweight shoes of today; easy to attach and easy to carry on your pack.
Back to the Two Thumb Range. On day one the forecast was iffy so Munro opted for a short outing. We climbed briefly through tussock to the snowline and donned our snowshoes. Snowshoeing is pretty much like normal walking, just keep your feet a bit wider apart, instructed Munro, and off we scrunched.
Little crampon-like spikes under the shoes gripped the icy slope and we felt secure. (Later in the day when the snow turned soft, the broad shoes straddled the mushy bits and only rarely did we fall through, causing much hilarity in the process.)

