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The tramp part two

Day Four – Tutuwai Hut to Kaitoke and the track end

The evening of day three, we realised we had a problem. We had scheduled our pickup at the trail end for 1pm on day four. While this was easily achievable based on DOC’s estimation of a 4.5 hour hike, our track record wasn’t looking good for making the pickup on time.

So we set our alarms for 6am – before dawn. Ouch.

So, after bashing round the dark hut at zero dark thirty in the morning making porridge and getting our stuff together, we set off at first light.

Sir Snow pulls on his boots for the last days tramp

Unlike the 3rd days hiking, the last days track became not exactly easy very quickly as it wound along the bluffs above the river.

Steep bluffs above the river

Sometimes the track barely scraped the cliff edges, and at other times it dropped quickly down into ravines with streams at the bottom that we needed to ford, and then climbed up steep scrambles of hillsides.

Shell goes sandals across a stream

It was beautiful, but hard, hard work, and we were all tired out from our day of hiking the day before.

Hiking should not involve your hands. It's supposed to be done with your feet!

And every turn brought another obstacle! A stream, a hill, a ravine, a slip!

Scrambling across a slip

Poor Shell had picked up a cold on the first day of tramping, and she was feeling miserable on this portion of the tramp, trying to breath and climb at the same time.

Shell is over streams

In order to help her out, and help all of us move faster, The Naiad, Sir Snow and I divided her pack between the three of us.

The Naiad, plus extra pack, investigates a strikingly barked tree

This did help us move faster, but put a lot of pressure on my knee, which I had wrenched going over an obstacle.

Stunning scenery distracted me from the pain

Still, morale improved, and the sun coming out helped a lot.

Sunshine!

So did successfully bushwacking around a massive slip that had completely taken out the trail. We had to beat our way down to the river, scramble through the river for a few hundred metres (where I sliced my foot open), and then scramble back through dense bush to find the trail again, all of which took us a good hour – far longer than the 5 minutes of trail that was gone! Still, we had the satisfaction of practicing our bush skills.

The Naiad communes with nature. I make 'Marianne' jokes.

A few minutes after regaining the trail, we had the additional satisfaction of finding a major milestone – another swingbridge!

Sir Snow is feeling very manly after the successful bushwacking

This one was quite civilised – 3 people at a time!

The Naiad and I have bridge happiness

Still, I’m not good at heights, so I insisted on going across alone, clutching tight onto the railing with one hand, the other holding The Naiad’s strapless camera in a death grip, trying to document the crossing without dropping the camera, or dyeing of fright.

Scary bridge goes on forever

The only time I got to enjoy the view off the bridge was looking at the photos afterwards!

The view from the bridge

There were more crossings in the next few kilometres, though none so big as to have a bridge.

Crossing in motion

A few kilometres after the bridge we encountered another landmark: the Smith Creek Shelter, where we stopped for a brief rest

I don't actually understand the point of this shelter. You can't stay overnight in it.

After the shelter, we were feeling pretty good.  It was sunny, were were more than halfway there – what could go wrong?

The refreshed party shared a joke on the trail

A slip.  Actually, a bunch of slips, which turned the trail from an easy, level, half kilometre stroll to a 4 kilometre scramble up a sheer hill , down a ravine, back up a hill, down a ravine, back up a hill, and down another near vertical hill face to the original track!

Sir Snow scrambles over an easy slip, just before the big ones

And then we began to hike up again. And (as always), up, and up, and up

A pause on the uphill slog

And I got (finally, for the first time on the trek) grumpy and discouraged and stopped taking pictures.  I didn’t perk up until we finally got to the top, and started winding our way down, and heard cars and saw Upper Hutt.

Upper Hutt never looked so good as at this moment

And, at 4pm, with poor Mr Dreamy having waited since 1pm, we finally finished.

The final metres

And what do you think we encountered at the end of the trail?  I’ll tell you what we encountered at the end of the trail.  We encountered an official DOC sign that gave the trail times, and they went like this:

Kaitoke to Tutuwai Hut – 7 hours (this is the stretch we had just done, only in the other direction)

Tutuwai Hut to Totara Flats Hut – 9 hours

Totara Flats to Holdsworth – 8 hours

Everybody else stood in front of the sign, mouth agape, comparing the 3-4 hour difference in the official track guide times with the official track sign times.  Me, I just stomped past.  And that is why I don’t like DOC very much right now.    I could take it if we just turned out to be super slow and did all the tracks in double time, but they can’t even keep their signs and track guides mildly coordinated!

2 hours to Cone Hut. The sign at Cone Hut says 40 minutes to this sign. Which is it!?!

Doc estimate of track time: 4.5 hours.  Actual time taken: 9 hours

 

And, I don’t actually think we were super slow.  Slow yes, especially once Shell started having trouble breathing with her cold, but not super slow.  Because all the visitor books in each Hut were full of complaints about the condition of the track, how much longer the track had taken then the track estimates, how the slips and diversions weren’t clearly marked, and how some of the diversions were really, really dangerous.  So we weren’t the only ones having this problem!

So DOC, in general, I love you, but in the case of this track, you really need to pull up your socks.

Add warnings about the track condition to the track guide!  It’s just a simple A4 print out – you could fix it in a few minutes on the computer.  Add updates on the track at the Hutt.  Heck, if you have given them to me I would have carried them in and pinned them up.  At the very least, make the track guide say the same thing as the signs.  And make the signs say the same thing on one end of the track and the other.

River erosion on Day 4

The tramp: or why I really don’t like DOC very much right now

This is the story of the hiking trip I just went on.

It started with Shell and I popping into the Department of Conservation (DOC) shop in Wellington and asking for advice on an easy and beautiful 3 to 4 day hiking trip suitable for a group of four hikers: two with no experience and two with a bit of experience.

They enthusiastically told us about the ever so easy, beginner suitable  Holdsworth to Kaitoke track, and supplied us with maps, track guides, and DOC passes.  They told us about how easy it was, and how it was a popular family track.  Sounded perfect.

Umm.  Yeah.

Day One – Holdsworth to Totara Flats Hut

We got up early, checked all of our equipment, loaded the car, and drove over the Wairarapa mountains, and parked at Holdsworth Lodge.  Packs on, we started off.

Pack adjustments at the start of the tramp

And climbed.  Up, and up, and up, and up, the ironically named “Gentle Annie” track.  30 minutes in we were all puffing, stopping every few steps, and seriously questioning why were were doing this.

We stopped at the top for views and a group (sans me) photo.

Looking back down the Gentle Annie track to the parking lot and the Wairarapa Valley

We were just so happy to be at the top!

Refreshed, we set off again, on a downhill slope even steeper than the one we had climbed up.

Downhill over the tree roots, through breathtakingly beautiful forests.

And we went down, and down, and down, and down.  For hours.

Then we crossed a stream.  And hiked through a forest going steeply up over one ridge, and then steeply back down, to cross the streamlet at the bottom, and go up again.  And it got darker, and darker, and darker.  And we hadn’t reached the hut yet.  And then it was totally dark, and we hiked with flashlights, for hours, and hours, and hours.  And at 9:30 at night we finally reached the scary, swaying, one person at a time swing bridge, and the hut, and had dinner.

The scary swingbridge, photo taken the next day

DOC estimation of hike time: 4 hours.  Actual time taken: 8.5 hours

Day  Two – rest at Totara Flats Hut

Basically, all I did was sleep, stagger to the loo, and eat.  The rest of the group managed a tiny outdoor wander in addition to their eating, sleeping, and moaning.  In the evening, we perked up enough to play cards with the teenage boy who was out in the woods on a hunting trip with his uncles.  Much merriment, a bit of shouting, and a great deal of lying ensued.

Day Three – Totara Flats to Tutuwai Hut

In order to avoid tramping at night, we got up early, and set off from Totara Flats Hut at 9am.  The track began easily, winding through the meadow-like flats along the river.

The Totara Flats, with the Naiad, Shell, and Sir Snow in the distance

We went up over the a few ridges above the flats and the river, climbing steeply up and then down again

The view of the river and the flats from a ridge

The valley edges moved closer and closer to the river, and the tramp became harder as we had to climb along the valley walls, or scramble over rocks at the rivers edge

Heading down a steep ridge

We crossed numerous small streams, trying not too get our feet too wet on a cold, damp day

Sir Snow shows off his waterproof shoes

A few slips made the track harder, the loose shale was tricky to navigate, and the path not always clear

Shell and Sir Snow marvel at the size of the rocks that have slipped down the mountain

Despite the trickiness of the track, and the inclement weather, we kept our spirits high.

High spirits!

And then we started climbing again.  Up, and up, and up, and up, through the woods, and away from the river.

Bye bye river!

And then my camera ran out of battery, and I realised I didn’t have a spare, so the rest of the photos are taken on The Naiad’s camera, which isn’t as good as mine.  And it puts the wrong date on the photos 🙁

A stream crossing on the way up the ridge

And the track kept rising.  Not as much as the first day, but still enough for my vocabulary to decline to an astonishing degree.  It’s amazing how unladylike I am when faced with the 14th steep incline of the day and wet shoes.

Blasted incline and tree roots!

At least when you go up, you get good views.  The whole walk was through breathtakingly beautiful scenery. Grassy meadows fringed by totara trees, lush forests dripping with a dozen different varieties of ferns.  Thick carpets of emerald green moss beneath towering trees.  Sheer cliffs dropping to rushing rivers, running clear over golden rocks.  Every turn made you gasp again (though most of the time your breath was already used up in gasping for ordinary air!)

Looking down a valley wall to the river and the tops of tree ferns

On reaching the top of the mountain, we were excited to discover that we had cell phone reception.

Sending Mr D a text

We were less excited to discover how much longer we still had to go.

Consulting the map, communing with the outside world, and contemplating our impending doom.

Heading steeply downhill, we finally reached Cone Hut, a historic hut made from slabs of wood.

Lovely, rustic Cone Hut, built in 1946

At this point my shoes were completely soaked through, two of my toes were suspiciously purple and swollen, and I just wanted to be dry and warm.  So the other three lingered for a cup of tea at Cone Hut, and I forged on, hoping to reach Tutuwai Hut soon.

Another river, more wet, almost there

And finally, just before dusk, I reached Tutuwai Hut.  Oh lovely happy civilisation!  And the others?  Well, they rolled in an hour later…after dark.  Again.

Tutuwai Hut in the light of a new day

And we all got to enjoy the company of a crazy old leisure hunter and his long-suffering son in law for the evening.  They got helicoptered in.  I think that is cheating.

The very authentic 'long drop' at Tutuwai Hut

DOC estimation of hike time: 5 hours.  Actual time taken: 9 hours

Continues tomorrow…

Rate the Dress: Heather’s purple in 1910

Last weeks 1830s dress received surprisingly (at least compared to the popularity of 1830s fashions in the past) good reviews, with the only major complaint among most of you being that the colour was unflattering.  The dress rated a 7.4 out of 10

To counter the claims of unflattering colours, this week I feature a dress that we know was specifically chosen by the wearer because she found the colour flattering.  This summer day dress is from the wardrobe of Miss Heather  Firbank, daughter of a wealthy British MP.  According to her brothers biographer, Heather “had beauty, and she adorned it with exquisite clothes of a heather colour to complement her name”.

Day dress worn by Miss Heather Firbank, circa 1910, V&A

Day Dress, circa 1910, V&A Museum

Day dress, circa 1910, V&A Museum

Day dress, circa 1910, V&A Museum

This palest lavender dress could certainly be described as heather coloured, but is it exquisite?  And is the shade flattering?  Or a little insipid?

Rate the Dress on a scale of 1 to 10