Mt Aspiring

The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
~ Joanna Baillie

 

Often referred to as New Zealand's Matterhorn, Mt Aspiring has a distinctively aesthetic profile. At 3,033m it stands as one of NZ's 25 highest mountains and is also one of the more achievable 3,000m peaks. Ever since another climbing / tramping expedition 2 years ago, where we camped in sight of Mt Aspiring, I have harboured the desire to reach the summit. 

 

It was getting a bit late in the season but we pencilled in late-February for the climb. A close eye was kept on the weather forecast so when Metvuw showed a few days of settled weather arrangements were hastily made. Dad and I soon found ourselves in Wanaka ready to head into the mountains.

 

With a limited weather window and work constraints we opted to helicopter in to Bevan Col in order to save two days of arduous tramping. From the col it took 2 hours to cross the Bonar Glacier - another new experience for me. I took the time to peer down into a few crevasses but most were fairly small and easily stepped across. Colin Todd Hut stood out like a beacon up on Shipowner Ridge. The hut windows look straight out at the summit of Mt Aspiring and the Northwest Ridge, so we were able to get a good look at our planned route.

 

4am. Time to get up. With clear skies and a full moon it was quite light outside and the mountain stood out clearly. Geared up and out the door before 5am, it was half an hour up the rocky path to the snow slope above the Iso Glacier. Crampons on for a nice plod up to the NW Ridge. Dawn broke and the red moon set as we abandoned crampons for the rock on the main ridge. Immediately there was an airy ledge to traverse so the rope came out (and stayed out until this spot on our return). Dad short-roped me for most of the climb; simulclimbing in a few places and belaying on the sketchier bits.

 

I was really noticing the exposure on the ridge and was not too happy with having nothing on either side for a couple of hundred metres below! Inching across a ledge with your heels hanging over mid air and fingers clinging to small pockets in the rock it a little terrifying. Halfway along the ridge I got pretty petrified on a traverse and almost decided to turn back. Only the thought of everything we had poured into this trip, and the desire not to fail, kept my moving forward. A few moments on solid ground clinging to a rock to regain composure and I resolved to carry on. I was here to climb the mountain - I had to trust Dad and his judgement. With perfect weather conditions we had to give it our best shot.

 

I wore my tramping shoes along the rock ridge for better grip and manoeuvrability but it meant that my pack was heavy - carrying boots as well as crampons and iceaxes. It also meant that we had to avoid the small snow pockets on the ledges. Switching back to boots and crampons for the summit snow cap I was much happier to have solid snow beneath my feet. There were still several hundred metres to climb, including plenty of mixed snow and rock which meant whipping crampons on and off as well as walking on rocks with crampons. The final steep slope up to the summit was hard but steady work.

 

Finally, after 8:35 hours we reached the top. My first 3,000m peak! The weather was so clear and calm that we spent 20 minutes taking photos and resting, picking out other mountains such as Earnslaw, Tutoko, Sefton, and Mt Cook in the distance.

 

We still had a long way to go. Coming down the snow was relatively quick, and once back on the rock of the NW Ridge we took a slightly different route in places to what we came up. I kept my boots on instead of switching to shoes in order to make use of the ledges with snow on, however this meant that I was even less confident on the rock slabs. A true climber would have been horrified at my technique - plenty of knees and bum shuffling - but it got the job done (albeit slowly).

 

 

We did one abseil off the buttress, which I actually enjoyed after the first few metres of learning to trust the rope. It was now getting late and I was tired but focused on getting off the mountain safely. I was hoping to get off the rock section while it was still light and it was a huge relief to finally reach the snow just as darkness fell and the cloud swirled in. With footprints to follow it was an easy plod back to the hut but it took a lot of concentration to stay awake and not make any stupid stumbles.

 

At last the hut appeared. 17 1/4 hours after setting out we had returned victorious!

 

 

The 'walk' out via Bevan Col the next day was itself an adventure, with steep exposed rock slabs and 4 abseils!

 

Two questions which I have encountered frequently since the climb are:

1. Was it fun?
   In short, no. I am glad I took on the challenge but I can't really say I enjoyed it. Definitely type 2 - 2.5 fun (definition).
2. What is next?
   At this stage I don't have any other big expeditions in the pipeline.

 

Kaimai Traverse

107km of tramping in 71 hours
A light and fast tramping trip along the Kaimai Ranges. I saw this as an opportunity to safely experiment with how light weight I could go, and my pack was only 9.5kg including camping gear, food (2.2kg) and water.

The mission began in style: alighting from the Intercity bus in the middle of nowhere on SH29.
The plan: head north to Paeroa to catch a bus back to Auckland in 4 days time
In between: 80km or so of rugged bush

Masses of ripe blackberries spilling over the fence at the Lower Kaimai bus stop made for a delicious start to the trip. After plundering the bushes we hurriedly made last minute pack adjustments as the heavens suddenly unleashed a downpour. It was 3km back up the main highway accompanied by the din of tyres on wet tarseal, then another few kilometres up a side road through the Ngamuwahine Valley and onto the Leyland O'Brien Tramline to link up with the North-South Track. The rain stopped completely by the time we reached the road end an hour and a half later. Ngamuwahine and Leyland O'Brien tracks were easy going with sections of old logging tramways (complete with old wheels and machinery parts).

Around 6pm we reached the Ngamuwahine shelter which had decent camping around it, but after a brief discussion we decided to push on to the junction with Te Tuhi track where I had heard there was a tent site. This would make the next day almost an hour shorter. Half way to the junction we caught up with a woman and her two grandchildren (6 & 8) who were a trifle lost. They had gone for a short walk at lunch time from the eastern side of the ranges and now were disorientated. We walked with them to the junction from whence Dan and Reegan raced ahead down Te Tuhi track to find cell phone reception and call Search and Rescue while I stayed with the family. It was dark before we got out of the bush and even then it was still a couple of kilometres down through farmland to the end of the road. Police lights flashing at the bottom acted as a beacon - SAR had arranged for the cops to pick up the family and take them back to the Tauranga side. It was 9:30pm by the time we handed them over.

We headed back up the hill a short distance and found a lovely flat spot to pitch camp in the farmland. Probably not permitted as it is private property but we reasoned that the circumstances exonerated us. Dan and Reegan tented while I fly camped snugly in the shelter of a large boulder. The lights of Matamata shone close at hand and the stars twinkled above. Magic. It was 11pm before we finally tumbled into bed.

A relaxed start in the morning, although the walk began with a steep 300m climb back up to the main North-South track which added a good hour to our planned route. A couple more hours brought us through to Wairere Falls. We dumped our packs and ran 10 minutes out to the lookout at the top of the falls. Past Wairere Falls the track became a little more overgrown with grasses. A few more kilometres along the top of the range before dropping steeply into the Aongatete River. We found a lovely pool for a dip and enjoyed the clear water. However there was still a long way to go so all too soon it was time to saddle up again.

A couple of undulations up and over into smaller valleys then a stiff 300m climb back up onto the main ridge and the turnoff to Kauritatahi Hut. The track grew more rugged and less distinct as it climbed higher, although it was well marked with orange triangles. By the time we reached the junction all three of us were rather weary. The symptoms of tiredness varied between us: Reegan became slightly incoherent, Dan grew silent, while I was laughing at everything. The original plan had been to stay the night at Kauritatahi Hut, which is a 2km detour off the main North-South track with another 300m of climbing. In order to save any more backtracking we elected to push on to Motutapere Hut which was a bit further away but was on the main track. This would save a couple of hours the following day.

So we pushed on north, rather footsore, eventually reaching Thompsons Track where a couple of dirt bikers were having a blast. More uphill then undulating through a large open grass area, remnant of an old farm. The track through here was a bit like a hedge maze as we wound our way through shrubbery. On re-entering the bush the track became quite rough and indistinct - it wouldn't have been easy to follow in the dark. A brief sit down at the Eliza mine turn off gave us the energy required for the final push to Motutapere Hut which sits at 580m. A tough 11.5 hours after striking camp we finally reached the hut and collapsed on the deck. First priority was to remove wet shoes to let shrivelled and mushy feet dry out! Motutapere Hut has recently been done up by the deerstalker association, and the 3 bunk hut has a good outlook towards Mt Maunganui. As darkness fell we were treated to a spectacular display of lightning over Tauranga with clouds lighting up every few seconds. We drifted off to sleep to the pitter patter of mice scurrying about in the roof.

The next morning the hut was shrouded in cloud although the air was warm and still. Clambering along rocky outcrops we caught glimpses of the sun shining down on the western plains. An hour of undulating over many intriguing rocky knobs (from which I am sure there is a good view) brought us to the junction with Tuahu Track. Reegan managed to brush his hands through stinging nettle but luckily the reaction wasn't too severe.

From the junction it was another hour through to Te Rereatukahia Hut. This track was even more overgrown with grass and because everything was wet the seeds stuck to my legs and shorts, needling me at every step. This hour was my least favourite of the whole trip. As we descended down to the Wharawhara valley on a benched track the cloud turned to rain, bucketing down by the time we reached the river. The next few kilometres followed alongside the river, crisscrossing several times near the top. As the track leaves the stream it crosses a little side stream which forms a series of cascades and plunge pools. Reegan eyed up the narrow mossy chute and was soon careering down the best natural water slide I have ever seen. After a few backflips into the top pool it was time to attack the climb up to Cahsmore's Clearing. It gradually got muddier under foot but most of the bogs could be danced around. This section of track between the Wharawhara and Waitawheta valleys was the only muddy bit of the whole North-South track. A steep, rooty, slippery descent into the upper Waitawheta where the track follows an old logging route down to Waitawheta Hut. We passed an incredible large, deep round swimming hole at the base of a waterfall but opted not to take the plunge due to the inclement weather. On a sunny day it would be a lovely spot. The sun came out during our late lunch break at Waitawheta Hut.

The next 6km along the old tramline beside the river was extremely hard on the feet as it was paved with unforgiving uneven rocks. We flew along in 1:20 hours as we were eager to finish this section. A final 1.5km push uphill to Daly's Clearing Hut and we were done. Finishing at 5pm was gentlemen's hours! We spent the evening eating, drying out gear, resting our feet and sitting on the deck chatting to the other two hut occupants.

I slept soundly, and the drizzly morning was conducive to lazing in bed. However Dan was keen to push on to catch the 2pm bus out of Paeroa so we hit the road at 8am. From Daly's Clearing to Karangahake is 13.5km of old pack tracks which make for easy going. There is only one steep descent before following the river down to SH2. There are several excellent swimming holes en route but the weather was not particularly conducive to taking a dip.

All too soon civilisation was reached at Karangahake Gorge - tourists, cars, and noise. We joked that this was our turn around point and it was now time to head south back to Lower Kaimai. But I was only half joking. Given enough food I would have been much happier spending another 3 day tramping through the bush than heading into town. Dan and Reegan were just keen to hit McDonalds (and demolish a family box each)! Dan rang Intercity to change our tickets to the 2pm bus only to discover that it was full. Drat! Now we would have 6 hours to fill in at Paeroa.

From Karangahake we followed the new Hauraki Rail Trail bike path. Now that the time pressure was off we dawdled the final 5km along the flat gravel path. 71 hours after hopping off the bus at Lower Kaimai we reached the L&P bottle in Paeroa. FINIS! It had been the hardest and fastest tramp I have done for a while and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

One great thing about the North-South track is the variety. Every couple of hours the nature of the bush changed completely. From lush rain forest to mamaku stands and nikau groves; scrubby bush to tall remnants of the old forest. There were flat trails, rocky ridge lines, rivers and everything in between. The Kaimai Ranges may not have the grandeur of the South Island but they are still very interesting. The one common factor along the trail was the grass. Loads of hook grass and knee high grasses with sharp seed heads which find their way into your boots, socks, shorts and everywhere else.

Photos by Dan & Reegan

GPS track

Girdlestone - Mt Ruapehu

The clear sky was brilliantly orange to the east as we set off from Blyth Hut at 5am. Three hours of walking up the volcanic boulder fields brought us to the snowline on the south face of Girdlestone (2658m), where it was time to gear up with crampons, ice axe, harness and helmet. A steady plod up gradually steepening snow for a while before the ropes were hauled out. The conditions were great for cramponing, each foot biting firmly into the snow.

The first couple of pitches were nice and easy allowing us to get our systems sorted and practice rope handling. This was my first time leading and I relished the opportunity to put into practice the skills which I have slowly been absorbing over the years. The route steepened but at no time was I outside, or even on the edge of, my comfort zone.

6 pitches brought us to the summit ridge and then another two pitches, including a rock step, led to the top - 11 hours after setting out. We basked on the summit for an hour before descending down the Mangahuehu Glacier on the north east side. By this time the snow was soft so it was easy trudging down the slope. Once off the snow it was a long plod back down the flank of Ruapehu towards Blyth Hut. 

Five minutes before the hut we watched as the vividly orange sun sank below the horizon. A glorious end to a glorious day. 15 1/2 hours on the go, 1,300m ascent, 8 pitches, lots of learning and loads of fun!

A Microadventure - 24 Hours at Whatipu

Microadventure: An overnight outdoor adventure that is small and achievable, for normal people with real lives.

"Adventure is the spirit of trying something new, trying something difficult. Above all, adventure is about enthusiasm, ambition, open-mindedness and curiosity. “Adventure” is not only rowing oceans or cycling round the world. Adventure is everywhere, every day and it is up to us to seek it out. 

We all have to pragmatically juggle the commitments and constraints of our “real lives”. But we can still have a microadventure. Because you do not need to fly to the other side of the planet to find wilderness and beauty. 

Adventure is stretching yourself, doing something you do not normally do, and doing it to the best of your ability. Getting out into the wild, if only for one night, is enjoyable, invigorating and important."   ~ Alastair Humphreys

A glorious 3 hour trail run through the Waitakere Ranges kicked the weekend off well. After a relaxed picnic lunch it was time for exploration. Along the trail past the Whatipu caves, ancient sea caves which are now more than a kilometre from the ocean. From here a lightly worn path skirting the edge of the swamp beneath impressive cliffs beckoned. Shoes soon came off to wade around and climb over a small rock promontory. From here it was barefoot. Oh the bliss of warm grass beneath the feet and mud squelching between the toes! The air was laden with the heady scent of spring flowers.

Back at the carpark I basked in the warm, golden sunshine until the chill of late afternoon began creeping in. It was time to make my move. A quick bite to eat and then I shouldered my pack and headed up the hill. Suddenly doubts assailed me: "Am I really doing this?", "Why not head home to a warm bed?", "This is crazy!". The urge to turn around, hop in the car and drive home was surprisingly strong. Resolutely I set my face and continued upwards. From the lookout at the entrance to the Manukau Harbour I had a magnificent view, with the landscape bathed in golden light as the sun sank towards the horizon. Watching the sun dip into the Tasman Sea I realised why I had come: to immerse myself in the beauty.

As twilight fell I headed down to Wing Head, the old site of the Signal Master's house. Here there was a relatively flat grassy area with nice thick kikuyu for a mattress. The full moon was incredibly bright - no torch was necessary all night! I lay back, sheltered from the chilly breeze, and watched the stars flicker.

Eventually it was time to retire into my warm sleeping bag and the old japara sleeping bag cover which had been dragged from the depths of our store cupboard. I slept surprisingly well, managing a full 8 hours (albeit slightly broken) and awoke refreshed and bright eyed in the morning. To open my eyes and see the beach, bush and ocean in the clear early morning light was an incredible sensation. The world was so clean and fresh, and mine alone to enjoy. I was alive! I reveled in the cool morning breeze, drinking in as much as I could of my surroundings.

All too soon my hunger prodded me back to the car for breakfast. But I was in no hurry to head home so after satiating my hunger I wandered out onto Whatipu Beach. This is a vast, rugged, windswept expanse of iron-sand coastline stretching north for kilometres.

And I and the seabirds had it to ourselves.

Stewart Island - North West Circuit

Day 1: 8:30am bus from Invercargill to Bluff, meeting the 9:30am ferry. Not too rough. Met a Japanese tramper from Queenstown, Eiji, who is doing the NW circuit clockwise as well. Also Darren who is going anti-clockwise. Brief stop at DOC centre before setting off at 11:10am. Packs approximately 17kg each. Half an hour or so along Main Road (gravel) to start of the Rakiura Track at Fern Gully. Very easy grade, gravel with a few small patches of mud. Nice views of Paterson Inlet in places. High cloud, not much wind. 2:40 hours to Sawdust Bay campsite and another hour to North Arm Hut. 6 others staying the night. One couple just finishing the NWC. Took them 7 hours from Freshwater Hut. Full moon, bright night. Saw a deer by woodpile. Bed at 9:30pm.

Freshwater Hut

Day 2: Up at 7am – not light yet. Ended up carrying the 2^nd billy as well as 2 meals which L had been carrying, so now I have all the group gear except 2 dinners. Set off at 8:20am. Track got muddy immediately, undulating around the coastline for 2 ½ hours before heading up Thomson Ridge. Got rootier and muddier but we could clamber around most of it. L was slower on the tricky parts. Topped out 4 hours after leaving hut. Wet and muddy descent to begin with – seemed to be going down a stream – then it became a decent track, but still muddy. Reached Freshwater Hut in 6:40 hours, stopping roughly 10 minutes every hour. Weather was overcast but warm all day.
                Lots of bellbirds, tomtits, tuis, a few wood pigeons, and a couple of red crowned parakeets. The hut has a resident tui and a pair of Stewart Island robins. The latter are hopping around nearby pecking the sandflies off my feet as I sit outside on the deck. There is another NZ guy, Alec, here who got dropped off by boat this afternoon – we heard the boat go past about 1.5km from the hut. Eiji has carried on to Mason Bay. Alec made a small campfire to cook tea as he had opted not to carry a cooker. L & I joined him and boiled our billy on the fire as well. Alec is a keen birdwatcher and is here looking for the South Island Kokako (or Grey Ghost). Heard kaka and kiwi.

Chocolate swamp

Day 3: Lazy morning. Lay in bed until 8am. Light drizzle which cleared up by the time we left at 9:20am. Very flat track through the Freshwater flats but interesting variety of surroundings. Not too muddy. Lots of birds – saw a pair of kakariki. Lots of kiwi footprints. Glad of the boardwalk through Chocolate Swamp! The stream we walked beside from Freshwater was interesting – quite rapid and noisy despite having very little fall. Investigated the historic homestead, woolshed, & hunters hut near Mason Bay. 4 ½ hours to Mason Bay hut. Feet a little tired. Nice spacious hut tucked in on the edge of big sandhills. Strolled out to the beach barefoot – a lot further than expected (approx 10 min). Very picturesque. Could see the South Island in the distance behind Codfish Island. Watched the sunset from sand dune beside hut.
                We were toasting marshmallows in the wood burner when a kiwi called nearby. Rushed outside and there was a pair of kiwi beside the track to the toilet! They wandered across the main track and one came to investigate us, approaching to within a metre before heading into the bush. Not worried by us or our lights at all.

North end of Mason Bay

Day 4: Up at 6:30am. Red sunrise. Off at 8am. Started raining as we  put our packs on. Saw a plane fly down to Mason Bay – it took off again as we reached the beach. Pleasant walk along the beach and the rain eased up. 1:35 hours to northern end of Mason Bay. Pretty much low tide but we still had to time the waves around one small rock outcrop. Very muddy & steep track up from beach! 1 hour to top. Not too bad down the other side to Little Hellfire Beach. Rain was pelting down as we walked along the beach. North end of beach 2 hours after leaving Mason Bay. Rain stopped around noon. Long climb up to the ridge but not too steep. Saw a kiwi poking around in the bush beside the track at 300m, and another one just before point 399. Sun came out at 2:30pm and wind got up strongly. Was warm this morning but cooled down when the wind got up. 7 ½ hours to Big Hellfire Hut. Eiji was staying 2 nights here so we met up with him again. Spent 2 hours trying to get the wood burner going but to no avail as the wood was all damp.

Let the mud begin!
Climbing out of Mason Bay

Day 5: Up at 7am. Went out to sand dune to watch sun come up. Wind had died down. Saw a kiwi 30 minutes from hut. 2 hours to Waituna Bay. Rain started just after 9am but eased off by noon. Another 1:36 hours to Ruggedy Pass, and 2:13 hours down to West Ruggedy Beach. Tracks were a bit muddy. Tiptoeing around the mud added extra time. Saw a white tail deer. Tide was high when we reached West Ruggedy and waves were coming just about up to the sand dunes. Lots of driftwood. L got caught by a rouge wave. Took high route over bluff – extremely windy and hard to stand! Got sandblasted as we left the beach (1:10 hours along beach). Reached East Ruggedy Hut in 7:45 hours.
                Highlight of the day was finding fresh carrots in the hut! Darren was already there and had been given some venison by hunters so he fried it up and shared it with us. Pleasant evening inside but very windy outside.

West Ruggedy Beach

Day 6: Strong winds, heavy rain, hail showers overnight. Also a couple of loud thunderclaps which shook the hut. Lazy start as we were hoping the weather would improve a bit. Hail shower as we laced up. East Ruggedy Stream crossing was knee high. Just as well it was low tide! Wore longs & overtrousers. Much colder than it has been the last few days. Solid climb up and over to rocky coast. Low tide but big swells, so waves were crashing up onto the boulders. Only had to time around one small outcrop. Short hail shower. 30 minutes along coast. Very steep climb out. Met a hunter 20 minutes before Long Harry Bay – they have a very well appointed campsite beside the track. Could see the hut from point at west end of bay but took another 1 ½ hours to reach it. Several steep, slippery climbs in and out of streams. 5:10 hours from East Ruggedy hut to Long Harry Hut. The hut sits up on a headland looking NW. Very windy! Heavy hail shower just after we arrived. Hut shakes in the wind and chimney squeaks loudly.

Crossing East Ruggedy Stream

Day 7: Lazy start. Not as cold as yesterday. Warmed up quickly going uphill so soon stripped off a bit. Crossed river at west end of Smoky Beach – only ankle deep. Delightful beach! Not much wind, low tide, golden sand. Near the eastern end met 3 trampers heading the other way. Rain set in. Track inland was not very well marked but we had fresh footprints to follow. Another hill, this time a bit muddier. Rain all the way to Yankee River Hut. 4:05 hours. Only 9°C outside (didn’t get past 10°C). Two hunters were in residence and had shot a deer yesterday – it was hanging on the deck. Heard yellow-eyed penguins across the river about 4pm. Interesting to watch the river – tidal waves surge upstream as the tide comes in. Fire going, radio on, word puzzles; pleasant afternoon.

Unusually dry piece of track

Day 8: Up just after 7am. Nice orange sky so went out to beach briefly. Back out to watch the sun rise over the horizon after breakfast. Tranquil. Day turned out sunny with blue skies but we were in bush the whole way. The only steep climb was immediately after leaving Yankee River. Stopped at Lucky Beach to have a quick scout for paua but no success. 2:40 hours to eastern end of Lucky Beach. Track gradually got drier under foot. Some parts were lovely and dry but there were still plenty of mud holes. Lots of little streams whose water tasted delicious and was not discoloured by tannin. Tried eating a miro berry but it didn’t taste very nice and there wasn’t much flesh. 3 hours from Lucky Beach to Mt Anglem turn off. Eiji’s pack was there as he dashed up to the summit. Reached Christmas Village Hut in 5:53 hours from Yankee River. The hut is right on the shoreline. Feel hungry as I haven’t eaten enough the last couple of days (trying to make sure we don’t run out of food).

Sunrise up Mt Anglem

Day 9: I got up at 6:15am and set off at 6:35am to climb Mt Anglem by myself. L would walk on to Bungaree hut by herself. Extremely intense, red sunrise. Got to watch it as I ascended. Track was very rooty, muddy and steep. Much worse than any of the other tracks. I really enjoyed walking the first hour in the dark. Saw a kiwi at 300m (7:20am). Some knee-deep mud holes. Cold wind on top. 2:15 hours to summit. Got a good view. Started raining lightly when I reached the bushline on my descent. Got back to Christmas Village in 4:25 hours, pushing hard all the way. 980m climb, 10km. Quickly ate lunch and packed up then set off for Bungaree Hut at 11:30am. Lots of bush and the track gradually got muddier. Legs are rather grubby!  Lots of boardwalk into Murray Beach. Solid rain by now. It was lovely walking along the beach in the rain by myself. 2:16 hours to beach. My right knee suddenly got sore climbing out. Slowly got better but didn’t come completely right. Heard kaka and saw a deer 20 minutes before the hut. 4 hours to Bungaree Hut from Christmas Village. L & 3 tourists were in residence. Annie found some flour in the hut so made mini pizzas on the top of the wood burner. Absolutely delicious! Nice to have fresh baking.

Deserted Murrays Beach

Day 10: Yet another lazy start. 2:44 hours through to Port William Hut. Big (and deep!) bog holes in the last section. Had planned to stay here but a DOC working party was in residence with their generator and lots of gear so we decided to carry on out to Oban. Another 3 hours on the gravel Rakiura Track and roads back to Halfmoon Bay. Civilization!

Maori Bay
Last beach for the trip.

I thoroughly enjoyed tramping on Stewart Island and would recommend the North West Circuit. As long as you expect mud and some hard days it will be fun. It would definitely pay to check the tides beforehand. Getting a water taxi / plane to Freshwater / Mason bay would save a couple of less interesting days. Already I want to go back again!

Nelson Lakes Route

Here's my brief logbook of our Nelson Lakes Trip.

Day 1                     3 January

D’Urville Hut – Morgan Hut
10km                     5:40 hours

Water taxi up Lake Rotoroa. A few sections of bad windfall – first bit 2.5 hours above D’Urville hut. Worst windfall was on hill 1km downstream of Morgan Hut. I attempted to get through but soon turned back. Crossed river instead. Had also crossed once lower down just above the gorge. Malcolm, Mum, Deanne, and David stung by wasps. Drizzle set in as we reached hut. Bad sandflies. Didn’t sleep well as I was blocked up.

Day 2                     4 January
Morgan Hut – George Lyon Hut
9km                       3:39 hours (including 1 hour of stops for me)

Easy going. Fine, high cloud. Had swim in river at G.L. Sandflies, but not as bad as Morgan hut.

Day 3                     5 January
George Lyon Hut – Blue Lake Hut
6km                       7:50 hours

Challenged myself to see how quickly I could get up to Moss Pass. 3:09 hours up (2:26 from bridge). Good stream at 1260m on ascent, just below bushline. 2:10 hour wait at top of pass. 2:30 hours down with Mum. Saw a chamois below Moss pass on BL side. First stream marked had water. Mum, Millie, Deanne & Theo struggled. Great weather. I camped beside lake (under tree) with Raymond, Deanne, & Theo.  A bit cold overnight.

Day 4                     6 January
Climbed Mt Franklin
Blue Lake – West Sabine Hut
4.5 hours to summit        2:45 down to Blue Lake                 7:50 round trip

Woke up feeling under the weather and almost piked out. Climbed up via Constance dam, tussock, and sidled around under bluffs. Short rock climb at top of right-hand scree onto ridge. Saw a chamois near ridgeline. Crossed 2 snow patches to avoid gnarly ridge sections. Spent over half an hour on summit of Franklin. Descended down scree slope from small col marked with cairn (after 1^st steep down climb from summit). Good scree. Down to top of stream then sidled to bush and bush-bashed down to Blue Lake outlet. 2 hours at Blue Lake hut to pack up then down to West Sabine Hut in 2:25 hours. Muddy section is 1.5 hours below Blue Lake. Was tired & hungry by the end!

Day 5                     7 January
West Sabine – Upper Travers Hut
8.5km                    5:25 hours                           Hot!

Avalanche chute was hard work! No shade. Legs tired. 4:10 hours to Travers Saddle. Mum took 5 hours to top. Had a wash in lovely shallow pool near hut.

Day 6                     8 January
Upper Travers – John Tait Hut

Low cloud in morning so didn’t climb Kehu. Stopped at Travers Falls. Dad, Malcolm, Ray, David and I went up to Cupola hut. 1:11 up (540m climb) and 52 min down. Very nice little hut (no tent sites); great location looking straight at Mt Hopeless. Spent 1 hour at hut. Lots of sandflies at John Tait.

Day 7                     9 January
John Tait – Hopeless Hut
8km                       2:52 hours

Lovely gentle track through beech forest down Travers River. Walked by myself and enjoyed the morning. Sang praise and worship songs. Dawdled and stopped to look at birds. Saw riflemen, tui, fantails, tomtits, bellbirds and a family of grey ducks (possibly hybrid) just below Hopeless Creek junction. 1:20 to junction. Another 1:32 to hut (signposted 1.5 hours). Just ambling. Plenty of space in hut for 8 people + floor space for 3-4 in room downstairs. David tented (marginal site; sloping). Dad & Malcolm attempted to climb Mt Hopeless but went right too early and ended up on wrong peak. Malcolm took a couple of tumbles. I spent a long time by creek. Finished reading Animal Farm, which I picked up at Upper Travers.

Day 8                     10 January
Hopeless Hut – Hinapouri Tarn

Left around 7:30am. Followed cairns to bluff at head of stream then climbed straight up scree. Would have been better to angle up from near bush edge. Through snowgrass and more scree to beautiful tarn. I had a swim and even managed a bit of breaststroke. Cold! My favourite spot on the whole trip I think. On rocks from here to Sunset Saddle. David & I took turns carrying Millie’s pack. 2 small patches of snow. Mum was out of her comfort zone and was not enjoying herself. Quite hot and not much shade. 6 of us climbed Mt Angelus from the saddle (17 min up for me). Hardly a breath of wind. Set up camp at head of Hinapouri Tarn (true right side) after a long deliberation. Most of us were too hot to be bothered deciding where to camp. Most of us had a swim. Was warm enough to do some proper swimming (but still cold). I slept in the bivvy bag between tussocks. Fantastic bedroom!

Day 9                     11 January
Hinapouri Tarn – Robert Ridge carpark
5:30 hours

Had breakfast in bed to stay out of the wind. 30 minutes up to Angelus Hut. Took it easy along Robert Ridge. Stayed with Deanne for a bit to give her confidence. Climbed Julius Peak with Dad & David and traversed down the other side. Regrouped at Bushline turnoff. Went down Pinchgut Track (40 min?). Malcolm & David went via Bushline Hut. My feet were sore from the hard gravel. Didn’t like pinchgut – worst part of the whole trip.

Nelson Lakes

10 of us spent nine days tramping in Nelson Lakes National Park. Here are a few photos.

Route: D'Urville River - Moss Pass - (Mt Franklin) - Travers Saddle - Travers Valley - Sunset Saddle - Hinapouri Tarn - Robert Ridge

Walking up the D'Urville River

On the way up to Moss Pass

Descending to Blue Lake

On top of Mt Franklin

Nearing Travers Saddle

Camping at Hinapouri Tarn

I slept under the stars