Three months and a post-Covid lockdown later, many of us have forgotten the detail of what we were doing in the days leading up to our temporary bubble lives.  For once, mercifully, I don’t have to rely on either photographic triggers or my crumbling memory to remember exactly where I was.

Five of us from Taupo, Gill Tate, myself plus good husband and two neighbours, succumbed to the lure of hiking the Grand Traverse in non-DOC style. This involved using a company that provided the ‘package’ deal padded out with those end-of-the day essentials like hot showers, three course meals followed by a draughtless, vermin-free solid sleep beneath a duvet. I should feel embarrassed by sharing this with some of the hardy beasts I’d like to call my tramping mates, but such was the pleasure of the experience that it begs sharing.

The entire tramping experience was quite glorious and splendidly scenic as it can only be when afoot in the postcard landscape of Aotearoa. At the risk of boring the reader silly with what he/she already knows, the scenic splendours of Fiordland are beyond description. From chlorophyll-dripping pristine bush, to rivers and waterfalls plunging downhill to ancient valleys with the ever-present avian orchestra trilling from sluggish sunrise to sudden sunset, The Great NZ Outdoors delivered in excess. The lodgings with their gradual incline from comfortable rustic to super comfortable luxe in remote bush have ruined me forever. For some of us, DOC huts are now much lower on the list of preferred accommodation when ‘going bush.’

To the facts then before adjectival overload distracts. The GT (Grand Traverse) covers 65 km and follows the Greenstone Valley through to the Routeburn track. On the first day, we were driven up the extended dogleg from Queenstown alongside Lake Wakatipu, through Glenorchy to the mouth of the Greenstone River. Here we disembarked, hoisted our light packs on and plunged into an immediate immersion of red beech forest to follow the Greenstone River. Our destination was Steele Creek Lodge, a manageable 18km away. Our small group of ten comprised a regular Australasian mix of six homegrown Kiwis, and four delightful imported ‘bushwalkers’ from Tasmania and Sydney. We were accompanied by three guides, young and shockingly fit enough to be our children who all ably epitomised the multitasking concept (even the boys) doubling as chefs and lodge hosts each night.


On day two after a Continental and/or cooked breakfast and having assembled our lunches from an array of good nutritious goodies, we set off for Lake McKellar Lodge, our accommodation for the next two nights. Much of the walk was on broad tussock-tufted river flats with sweeping views of the Ailsa and Livingstone ranges.

Day three offered the choice of a rest day or not. The ‘not’ took precedence naturally as typifies this tramping reflex we all share. The morning workout was a scenically distracting uphill plod, ghostly mist drifting through ancient arthritic trees until we emerged beyond the bushline. The lookout rewarded us with stunning cameos of Lake McKellar and the Greenstone Valley slipping in and out of the misty mizzle.

That afternoon, with a bellyful of lunch onboard, some of us fired up our legs and lungs and hiked in heavy rain dripping through the magical bush skirting Lake McKellar to the Caples/Greenstone junction.

Day three delivered a greatly anticipated highlight. After the February floods, the track between McKellar and Mackenzie Lodge had been closed due to slips. Our anticipated tramp across this section had, most excitingly, morphed into a helicopter hike. The ride was exhilarating, aerial perspectives revealing that dimension that one misses on the ground. From the air, Mackenzie Lodge was impressive and even more so once we’d landed. This is the type of comfort that threatens to ruin any tramper’s resolve to ever do it tough again! A vocal extended family of Keas greeted us enthusiastically, flashing orange underwings as they hopped heavily to ‘inspect’ our bags and poles. One solid feathered fella decided to devote himself to a closer inspection of helicopter’s rotor blades so our pilot ate his lunch on top of his flying machine guarding his precious blades until he could escape Inspector Kea.

Originally our group would have expanded by another twenty trampers joining us at Lake Mackenzie Lodge. However the Covid effect was in full evidence even out in this remote bush, the majority having cancelled with only two joining us as we started our Routeburn experience here. Dare I say that we weren’t unhappy to maintain our cosy small group dynamics.

Having squandered the morning being airlifted between two lodges, we took to the trail with gusto after an early lunch, the Earland Falls our afternoon destination. The track to these eye-watering falls was a mere three-hour return hop, skip and squelch over muddy track diversions and a glorious way to stretch one’s legs on a Sunday afternoon. The falls plunge a loud 17 meters down from their origin in Lake Roberts. There were plenty of photo opportunities with much lens wiping as water seemingly gushing from the falls and sky simultaneously. A night of sumptuous comfort, cuisine and card-playing camaraderie with our cosy group signed off a perfectly rounded day.

Day five dawned with a heavy sky hanging overhead and a dripping soundtrack. Perhaps this was the unscripted setting for a grand bit of unplanned drama ahead. Leaving the soft, dry comforts of our lovely lodge, we plodded wetly uphill through splendid vegetation, a botanist’s garden of alpine Eden. At Ocean’s Peak corner, increasing icy rain obliterated the promised views towards the Tasman Sea at Martin’s Bay. A lunch reprieve at our highpoint on Harris Saddle in a warm hut owned by the guiding company, put temporary hairs on our collective chilly chests. Fortified, we set off on the remaining downhill hike to our last night’s accommodation at Routeburn Falls Lodge. Fantastically, it started to snow as we headed down, but we were still rewarded with epic views across Lake Harris and the rolling upper basins of the Routeburn Valley, with occasional glimpses of whitening peaks through the gloom.                                                           9.

We'd barely walked into this gorgeous lodge (I was thawing in the shower and mentally easing into a fifth and final night of comfort), when an 'emergency' meeting was called by our young guides. They announced that we had an hour to repack our sodden backpacks before being flown out. This decision was made in the light of having 48 hours to get home before our government implemented the level four lockdown.
The heli evacuation from the Routeburn Falls Lodge in poor weather would not be what ordinarily spins many wheels. I must grudgingly concede that as a maturing mammal hugely uncomfortable traveling at altitude, the evacuation (our second heli flight in two days) was a bonus. Perhaps it’s these less comfortable experiences that endear and embed some memories forever. We are all in agreement that Ultimate Guides distinguished themselves in managing this as well as they did.

Once safely returned to Queenstown, a literal ghost town forty-eight hours before level four lockdown, our journey back to Taupo was linear. This was not the experience for our Sydney and Tasmanian hiking mates. Their journeys home read like a devilish game of Snakes and Ladders.

The past few months have been surreal times for all of us but I can’t help feeling grateful for the launching pad of our GT experience into lockdown. I imagine these memories will drip-feed our magnificent group of ten fellow hikers, the ‘final class’ of summer 2020 on the GT.

Claire Furniss


Our other kiwi tramper, Murray, has been amazing since our trip and put together a great website. He’s very kindly allowed us to include this link if you wish to read further. (lots of photos too)    https://grandtraverse2020.weebly.com/




Opua, Bay of Islands  to  Horeke, Hokianga Harbour   87kms


Given that a number of our members have added E cycling to their outdoor pursuits, I thought I would share my enjoyable experience on the Twin Coast Cycle trail in the Far North and maybe pique some interest amongst them. A group was drawn from the ranks of the Old Farts, a band of local mature gentlemen who ride together on a weekly basis. There were eleven riders which included a number of our wives while two others provided a support and rescue service.

Our shuttle operators, Twin Coasts Cycle Transporters provided an excellent service. At their suggestion, we started each day at Kaikohe which is both the mid and highest point of the trail.  This means there is negligible uphill riding.

Day 1

Kaikohe ,34 kms to Kawakawa, passing through the town centre and then 11 kms to Opua. This section utilizes a disused railway line passing through farmland for almost the whole journey. There is about 10 kms on purpose built trails through harvested pine forest and a short section on road but traffic volumes are very light.

It's very easy riding in this direction with no uphill work. It is graded level 1-2 which in terms of off road riding, is assessed as being the lowest level of difficulty.


Day 2

Kaikohe 14 kms to Okaihau (grade 1-2) then 28 kms to Horeke (grade 2-3).

The old railway line continues through to Okaihau. All easy riding although there is a tunnel but it is manageable without a light. Coffee stop at Okaihau, choice of two cafés, one very rustic. As well, there are some curio shops which attracted much  interest amongst our group. Leaving Okaihau, the trail meanders through horticulture and orchard blocks and then it's suddenly 3 kms of down hill  riding to the valley floor. The track  has a very good surface and there are several switch backs to ease the gradient. It can be ridden uphill but we appreciated the good advice of our shuttle driver.


From this point, the track is a little undulating and follows the valley through sheep and beef farm land. We passed through an alternative lifestyle community while other points of interest were some extensive lily ponds and as we approached the upper reaches of the harbour, the kilometre long board walk ride across the salt marsh.

On reaching Horeke, we were to be slightly disappointed to find the pub closed. The trail end  is another 3 kms at the historic Mangungu mission station established 1828. The largest signing of the Treaty of Waitangi took place here.

Overall, the trail is easy riding with good surfaces and is ideal for those wanting a ride that is not demanding. A lady in our party had never ridden anything like this distance ever, but on her trusty  E bike, coped admirably. The only downside is that the squeeze bars and cattle grids at the road crossings do have some design flaws and need to be treated with caution.


Dick Fraser



Twas on a Wednesday morning that twelve of us went through

To Taumarunui early to meet Pete and his crew

Up 7km on a winding, metal, narrow road

Hearts in mouths, was there anything to hold?


We wondered if we’d have to stop

But Driver Dave got us to the top

We met Janet and Mike, lovely cups of tea (sorry, no rhyme for coffee!)

Then off we set DOWNHILL – what a start for me!


From up above the cabin objective down below was spied

It seemed so far away – had Elsie lied?

Peter led us down through ever-steepening tracks

On, on we went, some having to be held back by their packs


Once at the bottom a right turn was made

To tramp a bush-track to Matiere Road

At the railway bridge it was about turn and tramp

Back along our route – would we have to camp?


At last with empty tums the cabin we espied

An oasis lovingly built for trampers to reside

The climb back up was not to be avoided

But great, our packs into the 4WD were loaded


Once back up, in the garden again for tea

Such a lovely location and so much to see

Very many thanks to organisers Elsie and Pete

Our kind of tramp and many others to meet


Isabel Hutcheon





Wow! What an interesting fun trip! Well, once we made Taumarunui , that is!!

Opotoki Rd is a very narrow, sharply winding, metal road through beautiful bush, but not the place to drop over the side- it is a long way down. The road into the farm, a notch or three above that, reminiscent of the track up to the Tukino installations really. One spot made me a little apprehensive of our prospects of getting out, but this proved to be unfounded, though the van got a bit of a hammering.

And what hospitable people! We arrived to a laid on morning tea, lounging in chairs in front of a pond, overlooking a vista of very, very steep country right out to Mt Taranaki, Pureora, Pihanga, Ngauruhoe and Ruapehu on a cloudless, still day with no haze.

Eventually we decide, yeah, better do some tramping, we suppose. So off we go, on a very steep

descent, through farm and bush to a valley floor, with a bit of a side trip out to the railway line and then back the other way to a hut. A hut, to be seen, to be believed – more like the Hilton, so lunch in lounge chairs and our hosts brewing up large.

We were in no hurry to front up to what we could see was going to be an extreme grunt out, but made easier with our packs going up on the 2 aside. With our eventual arrival back at the house, we find our packs sitting by the van and our hosts providing afternoon tea, and this time the frogs serenading us with their muted music. So, a really cool day in a breath taking place.

And now a plug for our hosts….. At $130/night regardless of numbers, you can stay at this Hilton hut, flush toilet, shower, the lot.  A genuine place to chill out, with transport provided on the 2 aside and very hospitable people.  Thank you to our hosts and to our guides from the Taumarunui Tramping Club for a wonderful day.

Austin and Isobel Hutcheon, Elsie Skelton, Jill Martin, Viv Wrathall, Vanda Marshall, Dave Wilding, Toby Ani, Jean Caulton, Richmond Orr, Nicky Dodwell, Sandy Fletcher


After six months of meticulous planning to walk two of the tramping jewels of the South Island, six of us flew to Queenstown on 30th November with great anticipation of the scenic horizons ahead little knowing that the horizons were not to be.

We spent two nights based in Te Anau fortifying ourselves with extra stocks and as much good food and caffeine we could succumb to all the while aware that there was a weather bomb of epic proportions hurtling towards us. Armed with the latest weather report from DOC which was technicolour with foreboding, it was sensibly decided to amend our plans. We’d skip our first night’s accommodation (Big Bay) instead starting our tramp at Martin’s Bay where we’d batten down the hatches for two nights while the feral weather hurled itself around our immediate coastline.

On Day 1, we were shuttled to Milford Sound airfield, sandfly capital extraordinaire, where we were flown in a vintage four-seater through the Sound in the last decent weather we’d see in a week. It was tourist brochure stuff in all respects: a pod of dolphins below cavorting in a boat’s bow, Mitre Peak saluting us as we flew past and the spectacular Stirling Falls plunging into the sea below, an as yet unknown foretaste of the many more waterfalls to come.

The Martin’s Bay hut did not live up to its proclaimed ‘serviced hut,’ status there being no water supply at all, no sign of a tank despite two sinks and a plumbing pipe protruding from beneath the hut connected to nothing but fresh air. This was an ironic case of ‘water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink.’ In true blue intrepid Great Outdoors Kiwi fashion, we braved the rain and sandfly squadrons to fill up water bottles and pots at regular intervals over this 36 hour period from the creek down the track.  Of course having to boil this water due to giardia and a 1080 drop in recent weeks, applied a little pressure to our gas supplies so the fire box became a secondary source of pre boiling our water. It’s these privations that suddenly make one reconsider the merits of the guided walk options although it’s a thought that tends not to be shared too loudly lest you expose your inner wimp!

The fauna that lives on this remote coastline was a highlight and a welcome distraction from the hours of cards played. In a less torrential window, we were able to walk to the penguin and seal colony and were entranced by the antics of the Fiordland Crested penguin/ tawaki, these little creatures strutting their smartly feathered stuff in endangered numbers along these rocky remote shores. There were also NZ fur seals/ kekeno aplenty sprawled over rocks and difficult to distinguish from rocks at times so that we were all but airborne as one of these rocks suddenly reared up and roared at us.

Having enjoyed the scarce amenities of this hut to ourselves for the first night, we had a sudden change from our sprawled sleeping arrangements on two mattresses each when, at 8pm on night two, a sodden posse of eight arrived to disturb our solitude. Compared to these bedraggled folk, we’d got off lightly when they told us of their gruelling eight (instead of) five hours on the infamous Demon’s Track, their crossing of 3-wire bridges with the lower wire submerged. Oddly enough, there was no envy of their intrepid experiences and we took solace while empathising in another cup of soup or tea.

On day three, we met at the now submerged landing for a jetboat pickup at 7.45am to ferry us in the rain the 45 minutes to the Pyke River confluence. At this stage the river was three meters above normal levels, a fact made stark as we waded towards the Lake Alabaster hut for this third and final night. As this was a short walk, we spent another day immersed in an intense card marathon. Carroll taught us a smorgasbord of new games and is a player not to be messed with as her ‘snap’ reflexes have to be among the fastest draws in the West!

Our off duty doctor member, Gill, had to don her professional hat to advise on a blister on the foot of one of our Demon’s Track colleagues but otherwise we passed the day waiting, watching and hoping that we’d be able to walk the 20km out to meet our booked 2.30pm shuttle on day 4.

Thursday morning arrived and setting off shortly after 7am, heads down, packs up, we enjoyed a good track (used by the guided walkers from a nearby lodge) and relished views of a swollen river and slopes down which hurtling waterfalls were birthing at a relentless rate. Not a commercial break but the Aarn backpacks used by five of the six of us proved their waterproofing qualities impressively, their contents remaining dry while us humans were literally dissolving in the rain.

We were shuttled back into Te Anau that afternoon with snow drifting onto the ridges, our plans to walk the Kepler track 36 hours later abandoned as the deluge was set to continue and the mercury destined to plummet. That the Kepler Challenge route had been altered for only the third time in its thirty year history was warning enough of the conditions at altitude and reassured us that we’d made a decision in the interests of safety.

Although, to paraphrase Robert Burns’ much quoted,  ‘the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry,’ our shared experience of the Hollyford (in parts) will remain memorable for many good reasons: as always the camaraderie, the card and chatfest it enabled and the temporary discomforts which give perspective to our otherwise easy lives.  

Sincere thanks to Jenny V again for her hours of planning, dismantling and keeping us glued together in somewhat adverse conditions! And to the good crew for the good vibes and forever memories.

Trampers: Jenny and Gary Verschaffelt, Claire Furniss, Carroll Robertson, Kay Feather, Gill Tate


(We’d planned to complete the Kepler too but had to abandon that idea due to the atrocious weather and forecast)



Bernie, Anna and I set off early from Taupo on a beautiful morning. After a brief stop in Raetihi for the forgotten insect repellent, we arrived in plenty of time for the start of the jet boat tour to the Bridge to Nowhere. Our guide and driver was Thomas, whose family had lived and farmed next to the river for generations. He drove us through the steep-sided gorge, stopping along the way to point out places of interest. He also performed one or two of the obligatory 360 degree turns! A shady forty-minute walk through the bush took us to the Bridge to Nowhere and lunch. Here, Thomas gave us an informative talk about the history of the area and how the bridge came to be. It is hard to imagine how anyone could clear and farm those steep hillsides. The land was meagre compensation to the men who had fought in WW1.

Back in Pipiriki, Anna and I rejoined Bernie, who had opted to relax in the shade with a book for the day. No owners were in sight when we arrived at our cabins at Matahiwi. A German couple were occupying one cabin, so we moved into the remaining three. (No locks here!) The other building, according to the Germans, was just a shed, but it transpired to be the kitchen - no electricity but housing an unplugged fridge and a small camping gas stove. It was sufficient for our needs though after we had moved the fridge onto Bernie’s deck and plugged it in for the all important cold wine and beer.

It was a tranquil spot above the river. There were few houses and the only sounds were of birds, notably peacocks, (unusual for that environment!) and the occasional car. Later, we discovered the next door garage, whose doors were adorned with old car number plates, housed a set of drums. Their owner was partial to reggae and we were treated to intermittent bursts of music over the next two evenings.

The following day we returned to Pipiriki and met Russell, Lyndsay and his wife, Karen. Apart from Russell, we were all novice canoeists, so Bernie imparted a few words of wisdom and some safety instructions before we set off. I felt safe in the knowledge Bernie was steering behind me in the canoe so there were no mishaps. One couple, who shall be nameless, were not so lucky!

We stopped at Jerusalem for a picnic lunch on the riverbank. Afterwards, Bernie led us up to the old convent and church. The former is now a hostel although the only other visitors were some local people who had just finished lunch. The house was reminiscent of its convent days with little change. In the dormitory the beds all lined up in a row. The bathroom facilities were minimal, and the toilets were downstairs and outside. Next door, the church had a strong Maori influence with beautiful cabinetry, an original organ and some impressive paintings.


After paddling back to Matahiwi, Bernie returned to Pipiriki on his electric bike to retrieve the van. The trip was a big logistical problem and Bernie and his bike were invaluable. At 6am the next morning, he loaded the bike into the back of the van and drove to Atene where he proposed ending our river trip. He then cycled back. It added extra hours and physical effort to each of his days for which we were very grateful.

On the second day, we were on a quieter part of the river. There were fewer rapids, no jet boats and few other canoes. However, the current was slow and required more vigorous paddling when we encountered some headwind.

Our first stop of the day was at the Flying Fox. We parked at the bottom of the bank. The sign said coffee! We ascended in hope. At the top the owners appeared. They were just cleaning up after an unexpected party of 12 the previous night. They had another big party coming in that day but thought they could serve us coffee and banana cake. What more could we want? Whilst we waited we investigated the property and admired the quirky accommodation. Access was by Flying Fox or canoe. One or two of us were keen to come back and stay!

With some reluctance, we returned to the canoes and continued paddling towards Atene. The sun was hot when we stopped for lunch and we appreciated some shade. By the time we reached Atene, we were all tired. We used our remaining energy to carry the canoes up from the river to the van where we loaded them onto the trailer.

Our final stop before leaving the area was at the Kanana Mill, an old flour mill, alongside which was the Miller’s Cottage. These had both been restored with much aid from the Wanganui tramping club and were worth the stop.

A big thank you to Bernie for organising this trip and the effort he put in moving vehicles and boats. His knowledge, not only of the river and canoeing but also the local history, made for a more interesting and personal visit.

Nicky Dodwell, Bernie Hammersley, Russell Watts, Anna Van der Kaay, Lyndsay and Karen Brown


A 9 night tramp with 2 well-earned rest days and 75 km approx. walked


We enjoyed a beautiful clear day for the helicopter flight from Bluff to East Ruggedy Hut which is on the NW Circuit.

When we were having breakfast next morning a kiwi nonchalantly strolled past the hut. Then the party tramped to the lookout over Ruggedy Islands and visited the rocks at low tide to collect Paua for dinner in ankle deep water.

So with two nights food eaten but packs feeling no lighter, on the 27th Nov. we set out over beaches, mud, bush and steep hills in the constant rain to Big Hellfire hut. An 11 hr day which included a wait for the tide to recede before we could cross a rain swollen river and tackle some more mud. Luckily daylight lasts until around 10 pm on Stewart Island.

The next two days were about 6 hrs each to Little  Hellfire hunters hut-an extremely welcome site was this new private hut. Then onto Mason Bay where we managed to get the tide right to get onto the beach and around the rocky outcrop. We saw two sea lions here, one of which decided to chase Jenny down the beach.  Not easy to run with your pack on! 

On to Doughboy Bay the next day with more beach walking to start, then up through some beautiful bush with flowering rata.  Another very tough 10.5 hr day. The tops have swamps and tarns and horrible scrub so very slow to negotiate. One member of the party had to be hauled out of the swamp!  Our paramedic friend Trudy had a big fall on the last steep downhill but thankfully not hurt. 

On at last, reaching the beach and hut, most of us dipped in the river mouth to clean up. We all enjoyed a rest day after that with rain off and on but all cosy inside with the potbelly going.

Off to Rakeahua - another 10hr day, beautiful beach walk then up we went again.  Very swampy on the tops and mud !!!

The plan was to climb Mt Rakeahua the next day but realised we would not make it to the water taxi at 2 pm on the last day if we did this, so carried on to Fred's Camp, another long day of 9hrs. The hut is perfectly sited on the edge of the beautiful Paterson Inlet.

Adele arrived first and had collected blue mussels. She cooked a yummy entree with coconut cream (powdered) and garlic (found on the beach at Doughboy). We had the whole morning and early afternoon next day to enjoy being there and doing very little.

Our Airbnb at Oban was perfect and we were the noisiest group in every restaurant as we relished ‘real’ food! 

A real adventure in a wild and beautiful place but with exceptional amounts of mud even for Stewart Island!

The younger members of the party are keen to return when the tracks are a little drier but others think helicopters, water taxis and aircraft are the way to go! 

We were all rightly very proud of what we had accomplished.  

Christine Elmiger, Raewyn Rush, Jenny Seymour, Sandy Clark,  Adele Cain,  Trudy Haringa.

(Whakatane,  Te Kaha )



Our Taranaki expat, a mine of interesting titbits, as we circumnavigate the mountain and visit various places of interest over 4 days.

Starting with lunch and a wander around Mokau, as we head for Stratford Motor Park, with a 2.5 hour diversion on a track off York Rd on the flanks of Taranaki, visiting an old quarry site that was once a major source of stone that helped build New Plymouth. A feature on this track is a sand trap, a very large concrete structure that would have been a major build in it’s day .

Over the next 3 days we visited various gardens, all with interesting features, including Pukeiti and Tupare house in New Plymouth. Here we enjoyed a coffee and something delicious with a local band oompaing away, which we were able to appreciate all the more when they downed their instruments and serenity was restored at this special place. Good for a laugh though. Pukeiti was pretty impressive, a council run outfit that surely reflected the prosperity of Taranaki. Bernie knows where all the good muffins are and we did enjoy the break here.  

The glockenspiel performance in Stratford is fascinating and, of course, in New Plymouth we had to visit the Len Lye Centre, not for the rather dubiously so called art works, but the exterior of the building itself, which is spectacular. Everyone was fascinated with the Te Rewa Rewa bridge on the coastal walkway (is it a whale or a wave?), and we all enjoyed the step back in time at the Tawhiti museum at Hawera. The exquisitely detailed historical modelling at this place is reason enough to visit. It is not your usual museum featuring a couple of mere and old set of discs or something.

One morning we trekked up Mt Taranaki to the ski lodge and watched the perfect sunrise and we walked the White Cliffs walkway at Pukearuhe, along the beach and back over the top via the 600 steps.

The trip home began with the Bertrand Rd swing bridge- an old historical structure itself but featuring bollards at each end to prevent large heavy vehicles using it. Bernie’s van with mirrors folded in had no more than 30mm clearance each side. We travelled The Forgotten Highway, checking out Ohura and Whangamomona, on the way home.

All in all, a great trip, great weather, great company, great fun with a laugh a minute.

Bernie Hammersley, Nicky Dodwell, Pauline Quinn, Dave Wilding, Anna Van der Kaay

RAGLAN ADVENTURE - 17th - 19th October 2019

Ten of the Thursday Trampers set out on Thursday the 17th October bound for Raglan. We had

booked 2 nights at the Raglan Motor Camp as it was so handy to the town and we had had good

reports of the accommodation.

Two walks were planned on our way - one around Lake Ngaroto to the west of Te Awamutu. This

is a 6kms loop walk around the lake along a mix of gravelled track and board walk. Our second

walk was to the Bridal Veil Falls where the water plunges 55 metres down into a large pool. This

was good exercise as it involved 300 steps.

We were very happy with our accommodation and once settled in, people went to explore the

town. Fish & Chips from the shop in the camping ground was our meal that night.

There was much debate about Friday's activities, 4 of the fitter trampers set out for Mt Karioi from

the Te Toko Gorge end of the track. Chains and ladders are installed at various parts along this

track and it seems it was a challenge !! Although this intrepid group didn't make it to the summit

due to lack of time, they enjoyed the tramp. Quite a bit of mud came back on them !!

The rest of us had a brochure from the lnfo Centre and spent the morning walking along to the

Wharf, then followed a trail up and around the settlement ending up on the estuary walk back to

the motor camp.

A meal in town capped off the day.

Saturday morning was very windy and rain was near so we headed for the Hamilton Gardens as

most of us hadn't been there for some time. Jan Smith was a very good guide and despite the rain

we were impressed with all the different areas. After lunch at the cafe it was all aboard and home

we came.

Those who enjoyed this trip were :-

Val Wilkinson, Gill Tate, Geraldine Whitton, Jan & Peter Smith, Sarah Bloomer, Carroll Robertson,

Jan Mclennan, Shirley & Russell Rountree



7 of us set off on Friday evening for Napier to lovely accommodation at Kennedy Park Resort and meal at Cafe Anatolia. We woke to a beautiful Saturday morning and set off early to get to the start of the track as early as possible, as we were aware this was the last weekend before the booking system started for the season, and we really wanted a bed! The track starts inland from Waipawa and is labelled by DOC as being an easy 2-3 hour walk. There were several cars in the carpark and another group starting to walk, so we set off with trepidation. It was a beautiful hike through mature bush but is quite steep in parts and quite a slog. Just over 3 hours later we popped out above the bush line with the hut just in front of us but the clouds had rolled in so the views limited. Fortunately, we all secured a bed. The hut was full that night and some camped outside (including on the helipad). We walked up to Armstrong Saddle where there were patches of snow, but the cloud didn't clear. The limited views were spectacular, all the same. The Ruahines are very steep with lots of slips,

Next morning Jan had us up for the early sunrise which some of us could see from our bunks!  It was magnificent. We were looking over low cloud below and the orange glow on the hut, plants and mountain tops was beautiful. We went back to Armstrong Saddle and had amazing views this time- in all directions, including great views of Tongariro National Park.

The bush walk back to the car park was a bit quicker, so we had plenty of time to stop in Waipawa for lunch at a very quaint old cafe and then home. This is a great walk and destination and one I would thoroughly recommend doing if you get the opportunity. Thank you Jenny for a wonderful weekend!

Jenny and Gary Verschaffelt, Claire Furniss, Jill Martin, Jan Harding, Nicky Dodwell, Gill Tate

Crosbie’s Hut weekend  7-9 June

On a grey wintery afternoon, ‘camp mother’ Jenny and her flock of eight trampers set off for the Coromandel in the trusty club van. Our destination was the relative comfort of a tourist park in Thames, relative being the operational word for some of us! After unloading our baggage, we set off for a shared meal at a Thames restaurant, essential pre tramp calorie-loading strategy. Food and company received big ticks of approval but conversation, had it been possible, was lacking due to excessive decibels generated by the one man band crammed into the same room as us.

On Saturday morning, we began our ascent onslaught, a solid five and a half hour haul up through dense protective bush effectively shielding us from sporadic showers. We reached Crosbie’s Hut mid-afternoon, grateful for the double-glazing, a decent dual coal/woodburner and a mattress apiece. A smorgasbord of meals was whipped up by halogen headlamp illumination with a candle adding that little extra lowlighting magic at altitude, all of 700 steep meters.

Billboards outside the comfortable hut built in 2010, summarise the story of European settlers, Thomas and Agnes Crosbie. In 1880, these intrepid migrants started clearing the lot they had acquired for farming and a homestead later known as Crosbie’s Settlement. Farming here was a challenge and the settlement was abandoned in 1926, the cleared land eventually reclaimed by native bush. Crosbie’s settlement was included in Coromandel Forest Park in 1970, its original woolshed converted into a trampers’ hut until this blew down in the 1980’s.

After a night punctuated by some symphonic snoring and a slowly dying gale, Sunday morning served up welcome dry sunny weather.  A sincerely challenging descent was accompanied by mumbled mutterings as we negotiated a precipitous and muddy track. Our passage was pleasantly distracted by Mother Nature’s home-grown treasures: superb native bush, a stand of magnificent Kauri and a smorgasbord of psychedelic fungi shamelessly flashing their wares.

We enjoyed a late but luscious lunch at super quirky The Refinery in Paeroa, its culinary delights topping up our depleted tanks on our homeward drive. Once again, magical memories were made as we shared common ground and a single track. Grateful thanks both to Jenny for shepherding us safely and to our invaluable van moving duo who relinquished their cosy Hobbiton to make this weekend possible. Onwards and forwards, troops!

Trampers: Jenny and Gary Verschaffelt, Claire Furniss, Jan Harding, Raewyn Rush, Jill Martin, Sandy Fletcher, Nicky Dodwell, Gill Tate, Isobel and Austin Hutcheon


Skills Training Day (4 November 2018)

Very bright and early one Sunday morning, 11 club members headed over to the Katikati area a Skills Training Day with Anja Morris. Anja is an Outdoor First Aid & Bush Skills Instructor.

The day consisted firstly of a warm welcome and a cuppa. Anja had made muffins for our smoko and Pauline had also made a cake. Great effort ladies Then the day began with Trip Planning/ Risk Management. I found this very valuable in terms of being prepared to lead a trip and what needs to be done even before we set out on the day. One of the interesting topics was knowing the medical issues (if any) of those tramping.  Fitness level of the person booking in etc. Then on to Leadership and managing a group especially in the event of an emergency.

On the list for the day was Basic First Aid.  We had so much fun with this segment. Anja would take three or more away from the group and set up a scene with the victims oozing blood and gore. We were put into teams and then had to go in and assess our injured folk and manage the situation. After each session we would have a debrief on how and what we did to resolve the situation at hand. We had one really wild hillbilly (Isabel) who was loose with a gun (pretend of course) who delighted us all with her acting abilities. This hands-on approach in an amazing setting in bush and beside a stream was so real.

Finally we had an Intro into Navigation. – again Anja’s ability to teach and then hands-on with a map, looking at and knowing where you are on the said map, has me wanting to learn more and I hope also has stirred more interest in others to realize that a map and compass can be our friend and is not so scary. It can make our day out in the wilderness more interesting.

My description of our day is only a small part of what was very interesting and I don’t think anyone was looking at their watch wondering when we would finish. Our ever ready driver Dave assisted to make this a great day.

Participants: Dick Fraser, Jill Martin, Bernie Hammersley, Dave Wilding, Lynne King, Isabel and Austin Hutcheon, Jean Colton, Gill Tate, Pauline Quinn and Jenny Verschaffelt.                                                                                                            – Jenny V









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