Having tackled the crossing as part of a well prepared group of four, we saw a couple with a toddler; there may even have been a baby in a backpack.
Most people wore running shoes, some wore leather office type shoes.
A few looked like they had stepped off a tour bus in downtown Wellington or Auckland to shop at Prada or David Jones. Trampers? No, tourists.
A French national in our group did not make it to the bus in the Ketetahi car-park on time. Our tour guide was furious, because it happened frequently, apparently.
We left without her. And checked the news in the subsequent days - there were no deaths reported. The ignorance of people on the mountain was astounding. Some did not seem to comprehend the fitness, clothing or provisions required.
That was summer, albeit with a risk of dehydration, but in a season that lacks the killer cold and unpredictability of winter and spring.
It is human nature to take risks and we are a so-called outdoor nation that hates restrictive environmental regulation that targets humans.
But if workplace regulations exist to avoid injury and death, why are places of recreation not more heavily regulated to safeguard against poor judgement?
The unpalatable prospect of less freedom in the outdoors, and more rules and regulations seems to be the only solution to stopping people dying on the Tongariro Alpine Crossing.