Neill Simpson’s first tramp changed his life. Arriving at Tongariro National Park on a Friday evening, the frosted landscape sparkled under the moonlight; Mt Ngauruhoe grumbled, belching out red-hot rocks which rolled down its symmetrical flank. The year was 1954, he was 21, Ngauruhoe was erupting.
“It was such a memorable evening, I’ll never forget it,” Simpson says. “We stayed at Mangatepopo Hut and I remember waking up to the hut shaking as Ngauruhoe rumbled away.”
Sixty-four years later, he’s still going. His last multi-day tramp was in June when he walked the Rakiura Great Walk on Stewart Island at age 85.
“It was pretty good, but I’m a bit slow going up hill these days.”
He is one of hundreds of trampers who defy the ageing process and tramp into their 80s. So what is his secret?
Simpson’s life has been defined by the outdoors. He says keeping fit and heading into the outdoors is what has kept him going.
“I put it down to just being active, being fortunate and having good genes.”
It’s a trait which all of the tramping elders Wilderness spoke to share – a long history of heading into the hills and staying active, day after day, year after year.
They have also come from a generation where cutting your teeth in the backcountry was no walk in the park. Tramping in the 1950s, Simpson began exploring in the era of the steel-framed Bergen pack, wearing bush singlets, oilskins and nail-soled boots waterproofed with mutton oil.

