Friday 16th.

The party awoke to discover the beautiful mountains above the valley had been replaced during the night with much cloud. It was also raining, not hard, but steadily, persistently and very wetly. Nothing daunted they tramped to Jumboland Hut, 2 hours away and the scenery well, what was lost in mount ains was made up for in waterfalls. The Wilkin, still its turquoise opalescent self, had started to rise.