Bambi’s revenge
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Wednesday 16 April : my mobile – ring ring. Hey Paul, how are you. Yeah good, you seen the forecast, you still want to go. Yeah, it’ll be fine. Ok then, see you in the morning.
Thursday 17 April : We left the car at YMCA Kaitoke, and after placing our donation in the little red box we set off across the grass and headed up towards Puffer Saddle. Before too long we had dropped into and crossed Smith Creek, and started the slow descent down to the dilapidated Smith Creek Shelter.
Soon we were crossing the bridge to enable us to continue to Tutuwai Hut on the True Left of the river. Interestingly on our return we saw fresh deer sign on this bridge proving that deer (like Paul) will do anything to avoid getting wet feet.
Eventually we arrived at the hut and started to get ourselves organised before heading off for a quick scout on the flats North of the hut.
Thursday night was typical for us as we settled back and downed a few quiet ales, snacked on sweet chilli flavoured chips, along with a nice soft Brie on BBQ Sakata crackers. Our De-hy meals also went down a treat allowing us to hit the sack contented.
Friday 18th: The day dawned and the weather seemed to be on our side. The wind dropped right off, and underfoot was wet meaning we could move quietly. Paul was to hunt the flats North of the hut, and i would head above the hut to the tops and head South. So off we set. The route to the tops behind the hut was pretty much vertical. i had got about 100m and needed a breather so stopped between two large beech trees. i gazed down and over the flats below me. Whats that, probably another log deposited by a flood. I brought my scope up to my eye. {insert expletive}. A Stag browsing, and moving South. I grabbed my radio and called up Paul. no answer. I hurtled down the hill faster than someone bungee-jumping off the Shot-over bridge. Past the hut and down the bank i scrambled until i reached the flat. Paul was directly ahead of me. I managed to get his attention and signalled to be quiet and pointed South. I set off hoping he would follow. He did and soon caught up with me, so i explained what i had saw. We popped our heads out of the Manuka/Bracken/Heather cover. Nothing. We moved further down and i took the chance to look again.
There he was. I whispered to Paul not not move. He was looking straight at us. Paul couldn’t see him at this point. I moved to a crouch and brought my rifle to my shoulder. I took aim…………click. {insert expletive} as i realised my rifle had not been cocked as i was climbing the hill. To Paul’s credit his was so i gestured to him to pass me his rifle. When he realised what i wanted he handed it over. The stag was still standing there looking at us. Why had it not bolted by now. I took aim………..KABOOM……..the .308 rang out. The stag kicked up into the air and twisted. Down it went. Christ, i got it, from 200m across the river. Then it got up and ran. So did i. I crossed that river and got up to where i last saw the stag. Paul was just getting out the river and ran up behind me. Where was he. I saw a steep bank and thought how can i get up that. I turned to find an easier way and there he stood. 30m away looking at us. I took up my rifle…..click, what the. i realised in the excitement i still hadn’t cocked it. Paul asked if he should take the shot, so i said yes. I was 1m off to Paul’s left and 1/2m foward of the barrel. The shockwave of a bullet leaving the barrel really is quite deafening. I don’t recommend you stand in this position unless of course a fine looking stag is in front of you.
We dragged him out of the creek and after the congratulatory shaking of hands and gentlemens agreement that it was a joint kill we wondered what to do. So we had a brew.
But enough of that. You want to meet him don’t you.
So after the adrenaline had subsided a bit it was time to get the meat out. We spent around three hours doing this taking turns at all the various tasks. Once the head was removed, and while Paul was busy having his go at skinning etc i worked on skinning the head so i could take the antlers home. He would have been an eight pointer but a tine had broken off in his youth, so i guess i can only claim him as a seven.
We then headed back across the river and hung the meat up in the safe
before having lunch and generally relaxing having accomplished what we set out to do. Paul went for a wander North of the hut to see if there was anything else. I prayed he wouldn’t shoot anything as i’m not sure how we would carry it out. While he was out a tramper (called Mike) turned up who was in for the night. We sat up, drank the last of our beer, shared our chippies with Mike, and then played cards till about 9:30 before hitting the sack.
We were up at 6am, and after divvying up the venison 50/50 by weight, out the door at 6:55 into the pitch black. We walked by headtorch for 45min until it came light enough to see. about 1 hour into our journey i startled a Hind on the track. She took off up the track and then into the bush. Next time.
Despite the DOC sign saying 2:30 from the bridge to the hut we cut it out in 1:55. Not bad when it took us about 3:30 on the way in.
We finally made it back to the car nearly 5 hours after setting off and were quite pleased to get the weight off our backs. All in all it was a very enjoyable couple of days in the bush. I bet you are still wondering why i entitled this ‘Bambi’s revenge’. Well i reckon Bambi took revenge on Paul, as it was his rifle that bought about his demise. Paul therefore confirms his knife is sharp.
Our freezers are now full. Some was given to neighbours.
Thanks for reading.
The hunt is on,,,,,,,or is it……..
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The Roar. Odd description it would seem when deer don’t really ‘roar’ rather they ‘bark’ or ‘grunt’. Anyway, with my little one getting older, and able to do his own stuff (particularly with Scouts) i thought it timely that i get back into the bush on a more regular basis to do my own stuff.
The Roar commences early April and goes through into May, and is when the stags call in the hinds so they can ‘do the bizzo’ and then lots of little Bambi’s can romp gaily through the meadows in the sunshine with butterflys fluttering around them. But this is when typically the stag can find a .243, .270, .303, .308, or bigger ‘roaring’ and then their ‘roar’ is no more.
And so it was that i needed to upgrade my trusty .303 so as to be able to more enjoy the great outdoors and participate more in the hunter/gather world. I finally found a nice .270 with wooden stock and a 3.5-10 x 45mm Nikko Stirling scope – perfect.
Next i had to decide where to go. Tyler was spending a few days at a scout camp at Otaki Forks, so i decided that i could head up the same way and help them with transport for the drive home. I also convinced another parent, Paul, to come with me. Paul was at first unsure as he would only be back 2 days from a multi-day hunting trip on D’Urville Island. But his beloved was very understanding and so we were set for a Thursday – Saturday adventure into the wilds of the Tararua backcountry.
We were heading in to Waitewaewae Hut,
which according to DOC is a 5-6hr tramp in from the Forks. Essentially we head in via the tram-line, up to and across the Plateau, then down into the Waitewaewae Valley and across to the hut. We would hunt the river flats North of the hut Thursday night, Friday morning, and night, heading out Saturday morning.
According to the Intentions Book we would be the only ones in there – excellent (especially from a safety perspective). The tramp in was an arduous 5 1/2 hour affair, with two hours taken to get to the old steam engine.
A quick lunch was had before wwe tackled the stream up to the Plateau. This was an up/down boulder hopping, tree limb climbing and wet footed affair that took 1 1/2 hours travel. A brief rest at the top and we set off across the Plateau and then down to the Otaki River, which took us another hour. We then crossed the river twice to get to the hut, another 15 minutes. Therefore we had about 45 min of breaks, which wasn’t too bad and got us mid-point of the DOC timeframe.
After a quick rest and unpack, we headed out for a scout around. We found some fresh footprints as we headed up the river before splitting up at the Otaki / Waitewaewae river junction. Where we were was almost virgin territory, no tracks, and pretty much virgin bush. The only people through here were other hunters, and only then they left only footprints (other than 1 lot from some time ago who stashed some rubbish under a tree). Trampers headed off on a track further back and up a ridge, so we were quite seperated from a safety perspective. As the sun set we regrouped and headed back to the hut. We got the fire going, cracked open a cold one, and settled in for the night.
Before we knew it the sun was about to come up, so after a coffee we were gone, creeping through the bush, across the swingbridge, and onto the river flats again. we made our way up the river before seperating again to canvas again our respective valleys. I went as far as i could before the valley became a gorge and the only way upstream was swimming. I found quite a bit of sign, but saw nothing. Paul on the other hand heard a stag roar, so he roared back, and got a response !!!!!. It came towards him, and he saw it moving through the trees. He couldn’t get a clear visual, nor shot, so with the cardinal rule in mind held off. The stag then moved back into the bush instead of the clearing. Not a happy camper is an apt description.
We both met back at the hut, and had brekfast, before hitting the sack for a nana-nap. We were woken by footsteps on the deck. A German tourist had come in for a day walk/run. Bloody brave in my book considering the distance (24km return). In her broken English she said she was not prepared for the many river crossings or terrain. She soon left, and we saw she made it out in 3:45 upon our return – which was credible considering she was only carrying a small backpack, and looked pretty fit (and was quite athletic looking too – haha). We then had lunch and got ourselves sorted for our last sortie.
Our plan was for Paul to return to where he saw the stag and for me to go up the valley again. On our way we spotted two large Brown Trout in the river swimming lazily. However as we made our way up the 2nd river flat i spotted some sign that was not there when we returned after the morning reccee. I decided to lie in wait at the junction which gave me a clear view of the entire flat,
and up the early reaches of the valley. After 2 hours the sun started to set without me hearing anything. Then i heard branches breaking behind me. I turned around and saw Paul making his way quietly toward me. I radioed him that i just heard something to his right. Then he disappeared. 20 min later he emerged from the other side of the bush, being up the other river valley. Nothing. Bugger. We quietly headed back to the hut looking and listening for any other sign. Nothing. We retrieved the last 6 cans from the river and went back to the hut. We had a great night, cheese & crackers, chippies, beer, wine, and some De-hy meals. The fire was roaring
and some tall tales told about the one that got away. Finally we called it quits and hit the sack.
The next morning we were up at 6:30 and breakfast eaten. We packed up and got underway at 7:25. At 7:30 we undertook some mountaineering to get us down to the river and Paul had navigation duties stripped from him. We retraced our steps back to Otaki Forks and knocked it out, with breaks, in 4:15. We were stoked. On Sawmill Flat we met two families heading in who told us they just saw a pig run across the track in front of them. We looked but couldn’t see it. we then signed the Intentions Book to record we were out, and headed to the scout camp.
It was a great few days in the bush despite not having returned with our quarry. The NZ bush is quite spectacular, especially away from the well trodden tracks. To be where no human foot has trod, to have skulked through a virgin bed of fern fronds beneath towering Totara’s, Rimu, and Beech, with the only sound a gurgling river, a Tui warbling for its mate, a Tomtit jumping from branch to branch around you, and the woosh from a Kereru as it flies between the trees alighting on a flimsy branch above your head, is something out of this world. Even walking up/down the well trodden Saddle Creek we came across sections that would slot right into The Lord Of The Rings movies. The only thing that ruined the solitude was the regular sound of planes flying high overhead between Wellingon and Auckland. Oh well, better than cars zooming by and the sound of horns blaring.
Next trip is to the Tauheranikau Valley which has much better river flats. This will be a 3 night affair from the looks of it.
Mt Holdsworth – December 2011
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Tyler has had a great year at school, being his first year at college, and so as a bit of a reward i thought we should go for a tramp. I thought the Powell Jumbo Circuit was ideal as it offered us a new area to tramp, a bit of a challenge, and a safe place to leave the car overnight.
I also decided that i would offer Maurice, who is visiting NZ from Germany, the chance to tag along and see the back country of NZ. Maurice has been involved in scouting for many years. Maurice gladly accepted even after receiving various on-line trip reports and not so subtle hints as to how hard it would be, and strict instructions on what gear he would need. I picked up Maurice wearing long heavy cotton pants – something i immediately noted as being a concern. Maurice assured me he had worn them on long walks with scouts before so i took him on his word.
With the weather looking a bit ominous we set off from Mt Holdsworth carpark in light drizzle, and soon we were sheltered under the trees for the climb up towards Mountain House. I grew concerned for Maurice as we climbed so demanded he at least remove the lower portion of his pants (if they were not zip-off i would have got my knife out !!!!). This assisted him no end and we continued to climb. I was impressed with his determination, but said we could turn back if his heart was not up to it (major heart op a few years back). ‘No’ came the reply, so i said we would continue to plod up at his pace and that we had plenty of time to get to the hut. While this was happening Tyler was following along behind listening to his music without a care in the world. We reached Mountain House and had lunch, along with a a re-organisation of gear. Maurice was beginning to understand what i meant by packing lightly.
The hard part was about to begin so we set off at a gentle pace allowing Maurice to lead. We climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed. then after about an hour and a half we popped out above the bushline. Woohoo. The weather continued to deteriorate making for a miserable time. I knew the hut was not too far but having not been there before was not going to make promises. As we sat having a breather on a rocky outcrop a face appeared. It was the DOC Warden heading to the hut. He said 30min to go. So we set off behind him, reaching the hut after 20min. I wish i was at the front with a camera ready so i could have caught the look on Maurices’ face as the hut sprung into view. We had reached the hut in line with DOCs and many on-line trip reports, being circa 4 hours of climbing (note that last word – not walking or tramping)
We settled into the hut and had a most enjoyable night chatting to the hut warden and doing the crossword. I took a few photo’s of the Masterton lights, but as i didn’t have a tri-pod they came out all shaky. Eventually we hit the sack, and were woken by the alarm of one of the other occupants. The alarm went off at 6am, with the owner sleeping right through it until one of his colleagues woke close to 7am, rummaged around and turned it off. I was not a happy camper. The youth of today need to learn a bit about consideration when staying in huts.
The weather still had not cleared, so we made a decision to drop down to the Atiwhakatu Valley, and stay at Atiwhakatu Hut. The trip between Powell and Jumbo is across an exposed ridge with no shelter. Not a place to be in the weather we were experiencing. Despite being downhill, it took us an hour to get to Mountain House, and a further hour to get down to the valley floor. We stopped for lunch by the first swing bridge and reflected on the major ascent and descent we had undertaken in the last 24 hours. Powell Hut sits at approx 1200m asl, and is a 1000m climb over approx 7km.
After a brief lunch break we continued up the valley reaching the empty hut an hour later. Soon a family of 3 arrived, followed soon after by an older couple. The older couple left and headed up to Jumbo Hut – not an easy climb. We settled into the hut and as evening arrived organised our tea. Tyler lit a small fire and burned our rubbish. We were all tuckered out and hit the sack quite early reading until the light faded.
I was reading the hut log-book. I saw Belmont Scouts had recorded their visit on 26/11, taking up a massive 3/4 of a page with their entry !!! What i liked was the comment from a hut occupant on the 27th – “nice clean hut- thank you scouts” – Well done to Craig and his young charges. Its nice to see some acknowledgement.
We were up around 7am, and after breakfast and cleaning up we were on the road at 8;30am. I made sure i left the hut better than i found it though, giving it a good sweep out and wiping the benches, as well as ensuring i split some wood. It took us 50min to cover what took an hour yesterday (in line with the DOC sign). The sign then said 2:15 to the road end. GULP. It didn’t look that far on the map – hope there wasn’t too much climbing. We got to the carpark after an hour – HUH !!! I think DOC need to revise the signage. 1:50 to to a claimed 3:15 trip – even allowing for DOCs generous times this was a bit too generous. And so into the car and off we set, reaching home by lunchtime.
A great trip all things considered. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and limits were pushed. But back to reality now.
Till next time, adios.
Father and son – bonding
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I had originally planned for Tyler and I to tramp over Queens Birthday Weekend however last weekends weather forecast proved to much a temptation and so the plans were brought forward, albeit shortened to one night. Friday night was the usual panic in making sure we had enough food etc, and that the weather would hold up as planned. By 10.30pm all was sorted for a relaxed departure on Saturday morning. Unfortunately my camera battery failed to charge so no pic’s other than 3 from my cellphone – which ran out of battery as I left it on, and it sucked up all the juice while we were tramping in trying to find coverage – DOH !!!!!
We arrived at YMCA Kaitoke a bit later than planned, and after making a donation (in return for the security of their carpark) we set off across the dewy grass.
Kiwi Ranch as I know it brought back a slew of memories from when I stayed there when I was Tyler’s age, and so I told him all about it (I am sure he just blocked his ears at this stage). All I can say is that nothing has changed apart from the removal of two ‘dangerous’ activities – the tower with slide, and the high-wire unicycle over the creek. Honestly, kids don’t know what danger (or fun) is these days.
Due to the slightly delayed start we hit Smith Creek at 12:30 and in light of rumbling tummys and the time to get to the shelter we agreed to have a track-side cook up. We were in no rush. Here we met a father and son who had been in Friday night for a hunt, heading back out. The rain-drops were a tad annoying as they certainly were not in the forecast, but it was only a sunshower. Suitably nourished and watered we got underway and made quite good time. We had a most amicable discussion at the Detour and agreed we would proceed across the slip as far as Tyler was comfortable, retreating if needed. We got right to the end when the track gave way under Tyler’s boot and he tumbled off the track into some Toitoi. We were soon away again and arrived at the shelter. What a dump this continues to be. It would be best to tear it down and put in its place a covered bench. We continued up the track to find a place to pitch the tent coming across another (day) hunter who was heading back out.
We were not sure of where we would camp, but the sky looked a bit gray so I decided to stay this side of the river where I knew we would be fine in the event of some unexpected weather event. I wasn’t so sure if we crossed the swingbridge as to if there were any good spots, or what it would be like if the river rose in the night. It was approaching 3pm so we picked a nice spot 10min North of the shelter, and just a bit South of where I used to camp 25odd years ago (without parental supervision). How times have changed – I don’t think I’d let Tyler in there without an adult present. Does this contradict what I said above about the removal of activities at the YMCA !!!!! The worst part about this camp was that the river now flows on the other side of the valley floor, so it was a bit of rock-hopping to get water.
Having set up the tent we set about getting firewood, and organizing tea. Previous occupants had left some kindling/wood stashed under a tree so we didn’t need to use the damp stuff we collected. Eventually we got a fire going sufficient for us to sit and have crackers/salami/cheese as an entrée before tea. We followed up with Roast Lamb and Vegetables on Potato Mash, and Strawberry Icecream & Choc Chips for dessert. After a read of the paper, a good natter and telling of tall tales we hit the sack.
We rose at 8am to a beautiful day, and watched the sun rise over the valley walls. After breakfast another (day) hunter called by with his dog, out for a day walk. I pointed him up to Dobsons as he may have more luck in the clearing high up away from the pedestrian popular valley floor. Having restocked the firewood supply we used (karma), we were underway at 9.30am, taking the DOC detour on the way back (this adds about 15min to the journey) stopping for a quick drink at the creek. Then it was up up and up and out of the valley back to civilization. We took 2:40 to get back to the car so that was not too bad an effort. Stopping off for a slice of pizza at Craig & Tan1a’s and then we were heading home.
Where to for the next overnight tramp – it’s a toss-up between Totara Flats, Mitre, or Field. Maybe we’ll get some two-night tramps in when the weather gets warmer.
WangaVegas
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Childfree, so a romantic weekend beckoned…….in Wanganui.
That’s an oxymoron right.
The long range weather forecast initially showed we should have a great weekend, with a deterioration on the Easter Monday/ANZAC Day. As the weekend grew closer the short term forecast showed Friday being sunny, with rain settling in from Saturday. Bugger. Too late to get a refund.
We arrived in a blaze of sunshine, and quickly set to with erecting the tent. Man it was hot. But soon it was ½ up, and facing the wrong way. But with Vicki’s supervision I soon fixed it. Then it was on with the Fly. And the Supervisor said I needed to move it all over. OMG – have you ever tried moving a tent measuring 7m x 7m by yourself.
We were the only Kiwi’s in the Wanganui River Top10 campground it seemed. The rest of the campers were South Africans – in town for a festival. No issues so far, but the music was getting a bit tedious – can you imaging listening to Dave Dobbin singing Loyal on repeat for 12 hours. I rest my case. 10pm came and they were still at it. Eventually quietening down about 11.30pm.
Saturday saw me head out for a 20km bike ride, followed by us heading off to the farmers market where we contributed to the local economy, followed by lunch, and an afternoon cruise on the paddlesteamer. A romantic dinner that night in town, and back to the campsite for a good nights sleep.
Arriving back early Saturday evening after that romantic meal it was all quiet as the South Africans were still at the festival. But 10pm came and it all changed. That bloody music started up, and the drunken yelling and screeching. Add to that people swimming in the pool. All past the stated hours on the campground instruction sheet. At 10.45 I had had enough and called the campsite managers wife, advising if they didn’t make people quieten down I would call the Police. Soon it went quiet. And then after 5min it started up again. 11.30pm I phoned and gave them a final chance, however the campsite manager wasn’t having any of it and by telling me to F%@# off I got the clear impression that as a South African he was more than happy to let his fellow countryman run riot. As my beloved wife also said, he was selling the place so he didn’t really care about repeat business. As he had obviously lost control of the campsite, I made good my promise and phoned 111. The Police were quite helpful and were going to send a car around when one became available. I wasn’t leaving my tent to check though. At 1am it finally went quiet and we got some sleep. Speaking to the campers either side of us the next morning they agreed with my actions, and they were both South Africans (but nice considerate ones).
The next morning the majority of the South Africans started packing which pleased us no end (although nothing was done about them leaving past the requisite 10am checkout time). I was too tired for a bike ride so we headed into town for a bite to eat and a look around. I went up Durie Hill in the 2nd only earthbound elevator in the World. At the top I climbed to the top of both the elevator shaft tower, and the 104 foot high memorial tower. Then we headed off towards the beach where we found Castlecliff and an awesome looking family campground. I spoke to the owner and made a decision there and then as to where we would be staying next time. We also drove to Upukongaro (which is where the paddlesteamer took us yesterday) alas the café there was shut. After getting in a few more supplies we headed back to the campground to soak up some more sunshine.
Sunday night saw the rain arrive and we settled in to watch a movie before hitting the sack. A much looked forward to sleep-in was achieved before getting up and having breakfast. We then packed up in the pouring rain, and were driving out the gates by 9.00am. A coffee from a café we spotted on the way out of town and we were sorted for the drive home. The weather was atrocious with the wipers on all the way home. We were home by 12noon and i had unpacked by 1.00. As we had Tuesday off I took the tent up to the scout hall to dry – it was saturated and there was no way it would be dried hanging in my garage.
Overall, apart from the two nights of rude obnoxious people, we had a great time, seeing a lot of the sights Wanganui had to offer. We still have more to see, such as the art galleries and the family fun park (bumper boats, mini-golf and go-karts), plus beachcombing. If we time it right the races might even be on.
Places to eat :
• Victorias T 4 2 – reasonably priced, no public holiday surcharge.
• Rutland arms – OMG have these guys not heard of portion sizes (and yummy scones too).
• Stellar – very nice setting, and again generous portions.
Things to do :
• Farmers Market, followed by the Paddle Steamer ($39/adult 2 hour cruise).
• Durie Hill Elevator ($2/trip) – nice walk down though.
• Castlecliff Beach.
• Art Galleries/Botanic Gardens.
• River walks.
• Fishing.
• Family fun park.
• Picnic on the banks of the river.
• Shopping.
We all went on a summer holiday – yeah right
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It was a well planned trip. Everything was organised, including the TV.
Having organised a trailer (because mine was not road legal) I got everything we could conceivably need for a weekend away. There would be 5 of us (and Milo), as Tyler’s grandparents were also attending.
The weather forecast hinted at a few showers possibly late Sunday, so we were all anticipating relatively benign conditions. We arrived at Waitarere Beach Motor Camp at lunchtime Saturday, followed close behind by Mum, Pete, and Tyler, who drove from the Hawkes Bay. We soon had the tent up, and everything stashed away, with the kettle on for a relaxing cuppa.
The campsite was a bit empty to start with, but it soon filled up, and by late afternoon only 1 spot remained vacant. We wandered down to the beach where Milo ran wild. We then headed back to camp via the nearest café to check on the menu and hours (just in case). I spotted a few baches in the real-estate notice board – hmmmmmm.
So we settled back and the beers tasted quite nice. This was the life I thought. As it turned out, the people on one side lived a few Km down the road from the farm, and the people on the other side were involved in scouts, and to be more precise, Belmont, and knew Craig and Tan1a. It’s a small world I tell ya.
Some younger people came and set up on the other side to them in pup tents. I thought they looked a bit boorish, but my fears were allayed when I saw a 6m old baby being fed by one of them.. How wrong was I to be.
I did a recce of the camp ground and heard my name called out. I looked up and saw Phil Gorman. Crikey, I can’t go anywhere. As it turns out their family own a permanent caravan there. Then Tony and Sue turned up. They said not to tell mum and they would pop round and surprise her. The evening progressed well and I cooked tea. Then the visitors arrived for a quick drink. We settled in and watch more of the cricket on the TV (that was sitting on top of the fridge). It soon got dark and people went to bed. We nearly got to the end of a movie before tiredness finally hit.
Then WAMMO. The yobbo’s a few down got louder and louder. And as the booze soaked in the swearing started. No-one could sleep. Eventually Milo roused at about 3am so I got up to let her out. While doing so I walked past the yobbo’s and asked them to quieten it down. Despite them saying they would (and the rain starting) it got worse. Nothing worse than a loud screeching drunk young skank who’s boyfriends upset them. Finally about 4am it went quiet after the loud screeching drunk young skank stormed off towards the beach, boyfriend in tow. But the sun was up at 6am so we woke from our brief slumber around 7ish – tired and grumpy. To make it worse it was raining, and getting heavy. Having spoken to our neighbouring campers no-one got any sleep, so there were some very unhappy campers around. I spoke to the camp manager who advised he had given them notice to leave ASAP. But he couldn’t kick them out in the middle of the night as they had been drinking (and would drive).
We noticed the tent was by now leaking around the bottom, so we mopped up a bit and worked out how we would get the wet stuff dry. And the rain kept coming down. We modified the entrance a bit to provide as much dry area as possible but the efforts were futile as the water was ponding on the roof of the entrance canopy. Soon the ground around the tent was a massive puddle (and rising). The sandy ground was not absorbing anything. I cooked lunch while the womenfolk discussed the ‘options’. At 1.30pm the decision was made. And we were not the only ones. The entire section where we were had made the same decision – home. So we packed up everything as best we could, keeping what we could dry – and we were off. Except Tyler went back to the farm – I’m sure he loves us, but obviously not as much as we thought !!!!!
Unpacking was a laugh. I was still soaked as I forgot to pack a raincoat. And all our gear was soaked too despite me trying to keep the stuff on the trailer dry. It was still pouring at home so I couldn’t get the tent out to dry it (too big for the garage), so I upended the bag to allow water to drain out. Oooop’s. We ended up with a massive puddle in the garage. I didn’t realise how much water the canvas absorbed. However, upon dropping the trailer back to its owner I also got my keys to the scout hall. So I hung it up in there.
On Monday it seemed Vicki’s enthusiasm to camping was not washed away so research was undertaken as to the various styles of tent on the market, and who sold them, against what deals were out there. I tempered this with my views on the amount of use the tent would get so we didn’t end up with a tent costing $3500 and being so big and cumbersome we only used it once a year. Sanity prevailed.
So we ended up buying a fancy tent from Kathmandu, at a 49.5% discount to RRP. I was happy with that especially in comparison to what the competitors could offer, and what 2nd hand tents were being offered for on TradeMe, as well noting the size of the new tent when packed away. An added bonus is that we were not buying someone else’s problem.
So my old tent is now for sale. It will probably do someone who is getting into camping, and who doesn’t mind taking away some waterproofing gunk for the first time they set it up.
My thoughts now turn to my trailer and getting it roadworthy, as well as seeing how I can attach my bike rack to it. Ahh yes, back to nature. Happy days are here to stay.
My weightloss – progress update
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Many people are aware that since late September/early October I have been focused on losing weight.
As you know, there are many weight loss options out there ranging from methods like lapbands through to the sheer hardwork of energy in vs energy out. I (as you know) opted for the energy in vs energy out model – as well, I disagree with the surgery model on two fronts – its not going to teach you anything, and it costs a lot of money.
I have already blogged that my initial goal was to be at 100kg by the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge. I actually managed to get to 102kg. I knew this because at about 106kg I splashed out and purchased some digital scales. By Christmas 2010 I hit 100kg, and returned home in the New Year the same – despite some excess drinking and eating. That was great news. So its now mid-January, and I have to keep plodding on to my goal of 90kg. A challenge has been set of 1kg a week, although I think this is too ambitious. There are 2 other people attempting this and after 3 days I have dropped 500g, one has lost 1.2kg, and the third 1.5kg. I am not going to go silly with this, and realize that the turtle actually wins the race. So while there is some competitive motivation there I will do what’s right for me.
I have seen benefits already, although there is also downside – adjusting your wardrobe is bloody expensive. Throwing away the fat clothes should be sufficient motivation to keep the weight off.
So when you notice someone has lost weight, tell them, and encourage them. Its bloody hard yakka, and its not easy watching everyone else eat yummy cream donuts and icecream. But you can eat those things too – in moderation. An occasional scooped icecream on a hot day will not pack on the pounds – but eating a whole litre will.
Onwards, upwards, and for the weight – downwards.
The Hillary Trail – Xmas 2010
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I had been seeing a ‘must-do’ tramp advertised for some time but as it was in Auckland I had put it to the back of my mind, mainly because of the logistics of getting there and back. Not so much the getting to Auckland, more the getting out to the far side of West Auckland.
The trail is known as ‘The Hillary Trail’ named after Sir Ed, my childhood hero, and winds its way along the wild west coast from Titarangi up to Murawai. At the time of this blog it had been officially open for 1 year. www.arc.govt.nz/parks .
In short, trampers start at the Arataki Visitor Centre, make their way to Huia, then across to Watipu. Up to Piha, and then to Murawai Beach, stopping off along the way. It’s a total of some 70km, with a significant amount of climbing. It can be done with 3 nights, but rest assured, this ain’t no walk in the park people.
This Xmas I got my chance to do part of the tramp, so grabbed it with both hands.
I had to have TJ to Mystery Creek on the 29th, so I decided that I could do an abbreviated version, being in on the 26th, out on the 28th, a simple 2 night affair covering some 30km. To commit I booked my spots at the campsites (this is not like the Tararuas’s where you just turn up and pay using hut tickets). I asked the lady what happens if I decide to change my plans enroute and stay at a different campsite to that booked. I was to put this in writing she said. I sure hoped the mailman picked up daily from each campsite!!
I arranged for Vicki to drop me off at Arataki Visitor Centre, and a work colleague who lived near my exit point to pick me up on the 28th near Piha and drop me off at a rail station. My plan was to tramp to Karamatura Valley for night one, then to Pararaha Valley for night two, and be picked up the next day near Piha, with me then getting a train/bus south for Vicki to meet me in the far flung depths of South Auckland.
The 26th dawned bright and clear, and there was not even a sign of a hangover from the prior days festivities. Breakfast sorted, I checked my gear and then loaded it into the car. We set off after morning tea. There was no rush, day one was a simple 4-5 hr tramp, and it didn’t get dark till 9ish. I waved goodbye, turned, and walked into the Waitakere bush, an unknown territory to a Wellingtonian. All I knew about this area was that murdered people had their bodies dumped here, and that not far away lived the Avondale Spider, with a legspan as big as a dinner plate.
I laughed at the track – it was well graded to a level that you could take a mobility scooter on it. I came across a railway line, the old line used to access the dams, but now used for tourist rides. I was dropping fast into a valley, and the track soon changed into 4×4. This is not tramping I thought and was a bit disappointed, but I persevered and took in the sights like native pigeons swooping through the trees gorging on berries. Despite being quite close to Auckland I was amazed at the level of birdlife and the sense of remoteness. It would be easy to get lost in here if you are not careful.
Then the road (now gravel) started going up, and up, and up. Man I climbed, and it was not nice in the sun. Eventually I came to a deadend and I started to worry – where’s the track. Shit. I missed a turning down the hill. Climbing for nothing. Shit. Lost on day one. Great. After recomposing myself I looked around and saw hidden off to one side a marker. Phew. Back on track. Cleaning my boots at the sign (which was to be a regular occurrence to save the Kauri Trees from a deadly fungus) I continued, this time on proper tracks – rooty knarly rutted sludgy tracks. I came across an old lava flow which was pretty cool, and a massive stand of Kauri – these trees were seriously cool – tall and straight. I kept on heading up the hill where it eventually flattened out at a junction. I said hello to 2 daywalkers here who had come in from another access point. As they had daypacks I knew I wasn’t too far from civilisation.
I then descended down towards Huia. As I exited past the dam I met 3 other trampers. They had set out 1 ½ hours before me and I had caught them up. I must have been pushing too hard, or they walked real slow. After a short rest I followed the road and found the campsite – Karamatura Farm. A nice spot besides a babbling creek spoilt only by the ARC letting stock graze in the campground – what do stock do once they have eaten – yep. Yuck.
The 3 trampers decided to look around to find a spot to pitch their tent. I never saw them again till the next day. But a family of 3 turned up after about 2 hours and camped by me. An early night under my fly, and then the mozzies started. I had to sleep cocooned in my liner which did not breathe very well. So the next morning I was not a happy chappy. Lesson learnt.
I was up at 6am, and on the road at 7am. It was a nice walk alongside the stream, and then I started to climb again. And climb I did. Straight up. This was hard yakka and not what the elevation profile indicated. Today was a big day with two significant climbs. After about an hour I came across a tent hidden back in the bush. It was the 3 trampers from yesterday, camped beside a creek in what I would consider a better spot than I slept. I continued on, still climbing. By now the sun was out and I was getting rather hot. After nearly 2 hours climbing the track flattened out a bit and I eventually came to a junction. After a brief break I continued on, and on, and on, and on.
This was a long trudge across a ridge but one which would see me descend towards the sea before swinging back towards the north. I stopped and looked out at the westerly view and figured out that after I had dropped back to sea-level I would be climbing the ridge I could see in the distance (gulp). I was low on water so hoped I would come across a stream before too long but it was not to be. I headed down, and after a short while I popped out on the gravelled Whatipu Rd, severely dehydrated. I stopped to eat my lunch and sip the ½ cup of water I had left. The sign said it was 2 ¼ hrs walk to Whatipu, and this involved climbing over two high points. There was no way I could do this with ½ cup of water. 2 other trampers (limited English) emerged from the track, but despite allaying my concerns at lack of water they continued on (they indicated they were staying at Whatipu) and left me without giving me some of their water clearly strapped to the outside of their packs. Bastards. I knew if I walked the track I would be having another ride in a chopper. Better a live coward than a dead hero I say. So I decided to hitch a ride down to Whatipu where there was water.
Heavenly thanks to the 2 Korean chaps who stopped for me and took me down the road. As it turns out, the road is all downhill (I didn’t know that) so if you are stuck in this spot now you know that in the event you are in the same position. At Whatipu I filled up my water bottle, and drunk about 2 litres from the tap, before heading off on the track towards the next campsite. I decided there and then that if I do this again, I will be staying at Whatipu for a night as it looked a hard slog from here, still 2 ½ – 3 hrs to Parahaha Valley over a 300m high hill.
I started up the track and as you would expect it went up, up and up, with minimal shelter from the midday sun. I didn’t know how far exactly to go, so pushed on at a steady pace having a break under shade where I could. After 1 ½ hrs I stopped for a bite to eat, but noticed my water was a bit low. I must have been really dehydrated without realising it. I set off again, but now I had some shade and the track had flattened off. I guessed it would not be long till I descended into the valley.
The track was typical tramping track and the going slow, but some of the scenery was amazing – a huge stand of Nikau Palms – a valley with vertical walls of volcanic rock rising to the heavens, with the valley floor festooned with lush green native bush and a river running through it. I thought I was hallucinating at one point as I heard excited voices, then saw children making their way down a river.
I carefully climbed/crossed/scaled a very tricky section of track with a vertical drop where far below me I could see a wooden structure – I had made it – nearly. My legs were very wobbly at this point, but I didn’t want to stop for a break so close to my overnight spot – or at least what I was hoping was my overnight spot (it was). Soon the track opened up and grass grew along the sides indicating I had come to the bottom of the valley. Then I saw the shelter again – I definitely had made it – 6 odd hours after setting out, being some 5+ hours walking, omitting a 2 ½ hour section, against an ARC indicated 8-9 hours time. Obviously I was walking a bit harder than needed.
I found a nice spot to set up camp, sheltered from any winds that may come off the sea and up the valley. Then the voices got louder. I wasn’t hallucinating. Here were the children I saw. Apparently it’s a popular route for locals. Getting dropped off at a track end high up the valley, then entering the river and following it to the sea, before walking back up to Karakare via the beach to the car. How cool.
After cooling off in the river I boiled up some drinking water (Giardia is in the water apparently despite this being a water collection area), then I rested up for a while as it cooled before drinking it all. I did this a few times, and although cumbersome it didn’t actually take long as the river water soon chilled the hot water in my drink bottle. About 3 hours later the 3 trampers arrived. I never saw the family of 3 again –the going must have been too tough so I assume they stayed at Whatipu (good choice).
The weather then changed in nano-seconds. One minute I’m lying under my fly reading my book sheltering from the hot sun, the next raindrops are hitting it. I quickly pitched my BivvyBag and stashed my gear away to keep it dry. Lucky I took my raincoat – let this be a lesson to you all – be prepared.
I was feeling like crap to tell the truth. The glands in my throat were swollen up as I got an infection from a razor burn. As I would find out on New Years Day it was Staphacoccolous Aureus.
I slept better that night although it was a bit hot in the BivvyBag. And I found two faults – the first is that mozzies can get in through where the zips meet, and that it needs more ventilation. I suspect I will sell it and get a bigger 1 or 2 man tunnel tent which will give more room for not much more weight.
Up early the next morning I decided to get on my way (note to readers – take off boots crossing the stream here) and have breakfast at Karekare, and if there was a phone (or cell ph reception) arrange to be picked up from there rather than Piha. I had two options – take the track up and over the hill, or do beach walking. I chose the beach to be different. After 30min or so (battling the sand being blasted into my face) I came to a settlement, or at least could see one – but I thought it couldn’t be Karekare that soon. But it looks like I walk quicker than I thought as I checked my Topo 1:50,000 Map and sure enough I was there. Confirming I still felt like crap and wasn’t going to my original intended exit I made my way to the carpark. I called Tom, who said he would be there in 15min. Hmmmm not quite enough time for breakfast or a coffee. Oh well, not long and I’d be in town where there would be plenty of time waiting for trains/buses to grab something from a café.
I was dropped off at Glen Eden rail, where buses had replaced trains due to maintenance work. Here a friendly taxi driver offered to drop me closer to the city, at no cost as he was heading that way. While appreciative I declined his offer as it would likely throw me out of my pre-planned route in a foreign city (must be the Aspergers in me). Then the bus turned up – on time !!! It took me to New Lynn where I transferred to a non-stop service to Britomart. Hopping off I saw a café, excellent, but first asked a guard where I would get a bus south to Papakura. He pointed to a bus in front and said it was going right now. Bugger – no time for coffee or food. Better to be on the move I suppose. I then got hold of Vicki and arranged the pick-up, with an order for coffee and food to be at the car. We finally pulled in to Papakura Station after about 1 ½ hrs and there they were – with coffee and food – excellent.
I stripped off my jacket, wet boots and socks, and hopped in to more comfortable surroundings. What a mission – 3 ½ hours on a bus traipsing across Auckland.
So would I do it again. Yes.
Would I do it different. Yes.
Would I recommend others do it different. Yes.
My plan next time would be:
Arataki Karamatura. 4hrs.
Karamatura Whatipu. 5hrs.
Whatipu Piha. 4hrs.
These are comfortable tramping times considering the terrain.
At Piha there is a campground, with showers etc. From here I would organise a pick-up the next day back into town (or hitch a ride). I would not do the rest of the trail as there is a lot of beach walking, and it’s not nice – trust me. The Pararaha Karekare beach section isn’t too bad if you want to avoid a hill, but you must still walk over a hill to get to Piha. The Craw campground isn’t too flash I understand, hence staying at Piha, and the walk to Craw campground is on the road so you are not missing anything here. If you continue on to do the whole trail it’s a long long day to Murawai (30km or so) and there is nowhere to camp on the way, nor a source of water.
As for gear – I would take more water. Less clothes. And a tent. And ditch the heavy drybag. I took a fly, ground sheet and BivvyBag. – so I had overkill in the weight dept. I also didn’t need to take a lantern as I had a head torch. I would also review my food, as I took a bit much. And tablets rather than boiling to reduce the gas canisters. I think my pack was about 16kg all up.
So there we have it. A great tramp all things considered, and a great challenge.
Now….what’s next on the list
skyline on a good day
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had an awesome ride today from home, up kaukau, along to makara peak, down into karori, imto town via an asian woman driver who nearly took me out, coffee on the waterfront, then home in the car to undertake a multitude of domestic tasks.
bbq for tea and an evening with my two babes.
today, apart from a STUPID asian woman driver has been a wonderful day including reaching my lowest weight to date.
Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge 2010
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My preparation for Taupo 2010 was not to the same level as 2009. This was mainly attributable to the weather over the period from Late July to November coupled with other engagements – simply put, when it was a fine weekend I usually had something else on. What did go well was my dietary revision (see previous post on this subject).
Arriving at Taupo on the Friday I went for a short ride with Matt to loosen up and make sure my bike was working, and as part of that rode down to register. We came across Clive who chastised me for carrying a spare tyre on the bike. I explained that after my Makara experience I wanted to be prepared. More on this later.
We returned back to the house and after a short while tucked into a nice pasta meal. My cough was getting worse, and no matter what I took it would not subside. Vicki said not to ride but having paid my entry fee I was going to get my moneys worth. So a semi-sleepless night ensued, with me getting up nice and early to get ready.
I arrived at the start to meet Craig 7.30ish and sat in the sun so I didn’t get too cold. It was going to be a hot day. Plenty of sunscreen had been applied. We were bemused at the riders wearing long sleeves/leg warmers and jackets – yes jackets !!!!
Craig and I agreed to ride at a steady pace and not race off with the crowd – it’s a long day. I was pleased with the start and it felt good this year climbing up the hill with everyone else rather than being overtaken. Craig and I held our own overtaking a few people and soon fell in with a bunch riding at a similar pace. We crested a small rise and my front wheel felt wobbly so I slowed a bit, Craig was 4 bikes ahead in the bunch. Bugger – a flat. By the time I looked up Craig was gone and no way to get a message to him. I changed the tube over finding what appeared to be a thorn in the tyre. Away I went, again at a steady pace, but not enough to catch Craig. I thought he may wait at the mid-point water stop as we had agreed to stop there.
I continued on riding at a good pace until after 75km I felt something on my rear tyre – has a stone stuck on there ?. I stopped (in the sun – no shade) – bugger – my tyre had a massive bulge in it. Not to worry, walk up 20m to a grassy spot, deflate it and put on the spare tyre. 2m walking and BANG – my tyre exploded as the exposed tube hit a sharp stone. Well that’s the race over for me I thought. I had no tube. Dejectedly, I called up Vicki to come get me. Then called Craig and left him a message that he was to keep going. I also called Tan1a just in case Craig spoke to her and didn’t get my message. As I stood there a rider eventually stopped and offered me his only tube. WOW. So in it went and I was off.
Here’s a helpful hint – if you have a CO2 pump, make sure if it’s a threaded version you carry threaded cartridges. I am glad I took a hand pump too so that saved the day.
On the bike, I rounded the corner, and there was the support station – bugger bugger – so I stopped again and refilled both my bottles – and no Craig waiting. So off I went. The temperature was rising as I rode up Kuratau Hill and hit the rollers across to Waihi Hill. I stopped at the top and adjusted myself, had a bite to eat, and then hit the big descent to Tokaanu. I jumped on a wheel at the bottom and got dragged into Turangi at about 35kmph. I soon found a small bunch and was dragged up to Motataapu at a similar pace before the bunch split apart. I was left to my own devices here, and it was hard going into the wind along with the relentless sun. I was tiring a bit now too which was partly reflective of the lack of training time. Hatepe Hill loomed so I steeled myself for an arduous climb although somewhat concerned at having only ½ a bottle left. Chris Hipkins the young Labour MP was next to me and I thought if I caught him I’m not letting him beat me up this hill. So up I rode with the heat reflecting off the tarseal and people falling (yes falling) off their bikes. Many people were resting in the shade of the hill, many suffering from cramp. Hipkins soon hopped off his bike – soft lefty.
I kept climbing but I was sweating badly and the suntan lotion was dripping in my eyes – off came the glasses and water/electrolyte was splashed on my eyes to ease the pain. Then Jon Bridges roared on up with a motorbike and camera in tow. I must have been a sorry sight as he talked to the guy ahead of me. I got on camera I think although I won’t blame them if they photo-shop it !!.
I reached the top having retained my mantle of having no hill beat me. I limped along to the water stop and got the last of the water as they were running out. I hopped back on the bike and set off knowing I could still beat last years time – except I then rode off the road. I was not in control of my bike. I stopped, hopped off and lay down in the shade of the trees. I couldn’t go on like this. If I kept going I would have been a danger to myself, cars, other riders – best I rested – no-one would die if I rested. After a while I got back on my bike and headed to the finish line. I was close to still beating last years ride-time, however with the wind, and lack of bunches my speed deteriorated, and I hit last years time at the Mobil on the Napier-Taupo intersection. Oh well, never mind. I pushed on down the lake front, rounded the corner and crossed the line, 5 min slower than 2009.
I saw a shady spot by the BMX demonstration sound guy so collapsed there for 5 minutes. I then looked up and saw two beer tents. I struggled up and headed off. Then I found that my EFT-POS card was as good as a corkscrew at a twist-top convention. But some friendly cyclist bought me a beer out of the goodness of his heart (us cyclists are a friendly bunch). After catching up with Craig and Tan1a (who lent me $$ to repay the friendly cyclist) I headed for home – and more beer. That night saw us at a BBQ hosted by Craig and Tan1a where we also got to catch up with their family. It was a good night if I do say so myself – I caught up with all those beers I had not had over the past 2 months !!!
Sunday saw us at AC Baths for a swim and relax. The weather gods were shining on us this weekend. We headed home Monday picking up Milo in the afternoon where she was pleased to see us – although it looked like she actually enjoyed the kennels and being with other dogs.
So that’s Taupo 2010 done. Not sure on 2011 at this stage. I am thinking a 80km relay may be more enjoyable. I can’t see why riding 160km is enjoyable. But I can and have done it. Its time to re-evaluate why I ride – and I think it’s more for pleasure. I have no cycling goal to achieve in terms of endurance. I think a bit of touring might be the order of the day. 40-50km cycling a day and camping out sounds good to me.
