Two days later, after getting hold of a key for the gate at the Mt Franklin carpark, I headed up to Mt Ginini accompanied by my friend, Kathryn. It was my first time at Ginini and I was surprised that there were no grasshoppers to be found on the summit. It was another hot day and there were millions of flies about. So many that I’m not really sure whether we couldn’t find grasshoppers because they weren’t there or whether we just couldn’t see them because the flies were so thick. We caught a few, but called it quits early because it was just so difficult to see what we were doing. A re-visit to Ginini is on the cards, but I’m yet to make it out there. I have a suspicion that grasshoppers are actually plentiful there, but were obscured by the march fly haze.