Marlow at the put in for Lower Kakapotahi
25 October 2007
Marlow at the put in for Lower Kakapotahi
19 October 2007
On the last weekend of our holidays the call came out that there was a crew heading to Blissfest (a kayaking competition) down in Dunedin. Peer pressure was applied heavily by Jamie and as usual Sanga obeyed the first rule and gave in. Somehow the 'crew' ended up being Jamie and Sanga with a boat between them, and Jared who was already down there.
Sometime on Friday afternoon Jamies phone had stopped working and somewhere around Ashburton Sanga got a txt from Garry "You keen for Blissfest? me and Jdog are going" Awkward times.......This did not deter Garry though and at nine the next day he rolled into Dunners with no sleep having hitched all through the night. What a start to the weekend!
Saturday dawned clear and sunny but with a savage southerly wind keeping everyone wrapped up. The big air was the event for the day and it was nervous times when we saw the ramp. It had a drop of about 2-3 metres into the water and was pretty high (gulp). Nevertheless the boys stepped up and threw down. Jdog was busting the airscrew 180 (a barrel role and then a 180), Garry was doing his big super clean airscrews and Jared threw an airscrew on his first attempt on a big air ramp. There were a couple of times during the day where the early nervousness seemed warranted - two back injuries, one eardrum malfunction and a shoulder (to other competitors) but the excitment returned every time the ambulance left. All three made the semis where Garry got punished (by the water) for trying a double airscrew. Jamie made it through to the final and ended up third which was an awesome result for him.
Sam Sutton (NZ freestlye team)
Saturday night turned out to be a blow out, we went out to the campsite which was miles away to watch the premiere of the bliss stick (kayak company) movie but their projector wasn't up to the task and broke just as we arrived. Needless to say drunk otago polytech students weren't the best company after that.
Prizegiving at the St Claire surf club.
All in all a great weekend and well worth it, there will definately be a campaign for next year to get a bigger contingent to represent the Christchurch crew. Peace
5 October 2007
The next day dawned just as wet and we spent most of it searching for firewood, drinking copious amounts of tea interspersed with presentations about 'twiggy srubs' and suchlike. It was at this stage the resident of the area - Warren the weka decided to make his presence felt by snaffling 16 of the mountain crew's frankfurters - Jo had to step in and remind everyone that wekas are in fact protected and do not taste like chicken.
Looking back down the Taramakau valley
Day four dawned with the whole class trying to suck sugar out of bush lawyer vines - Garry's presentation on edible plants. We then packed up and embarked on one of the bigger days of the trip - about 12km up the Taramakau river still with packs which made shoulders talk quite loudly to the owner. Luckily the weather came to the party and we arrived at Locke stream hut in varying degrees of happiness, tiredness and chafe (Jamie). Most people elected to stay in the hut which could accomodate 18 people. This was also a two night stay, the next day was mainly taken up with 'solo' time - a time to reflect on sense of place, one's place in the environment or.............STICK BOATING !!!!!! The creek next to the hut provided the kayakers with a minature grade V+ run which saw the new sport of stick boating take off and become a pastime for the rest of the trip.
Stickboat pulling a fontloop
Locke stream hut
Day six was a revelation for some ("Are we halfway already"). The focus of the day was altitude and all things relating. The reason for this was that we were going up and over Harper's pass (the main divide) and down into the headwaters of the Hurunui river. It was another mint day and one of the most enjoyable of the trip, standing at a place where the rivers stop flowing west and start flowing east was a pretty cool experience.
The podocarp forest of the west coast gave way to Beech forest and river flats, our destination was Cameron's hut which was a bit small for us to fit in. The Hurunui provided the first wash of the trip for some and an excellent salmoning pool (ice cream headaches all round).
The Taramakau valley from Harper's pass
Crew at Harper's pass
Everyone chilling at Cameron's hut
Another beaut day and the easiest walk of the trip (1 hour) was ahead. Packs were definately getting lighter ("Its like we're just starting a five day tramp"). We went to No 3 hut - another big one and with a few more presentations, ice cream headaches and buildering (climbing around the inside of the hut) by the rock crew we hit bed looking forward to the next day.
Pizza in a frypan - yeah!
The reason for the excitement was that at the next campsite there were HOTPOOLS!. A few more hours of river flats and we were there - it was undies all round and a quick soak before going across the now freakishly cold Hurunui to the campsite. The frisbee also made an appearance at this camp as it had a perfect field (dodge the cow shit). Whisperings of another front coming had everyone making sure the tents were waterproof this time. The rain never eventuated and our next day was the biggest of the trip - 15km to Three mile stream on the shore of lake Sumner. We made short work of the flat walking and it only took us around four hours. By some sort of uncanny coincidence, Three mile stream just happened to have a reputed flood run further up, so it was off with the packs and a mad dash up the track and down into the gorge for an intrepid crew of the kayak faction. The run looked ok and it was a happy group who got back to the camp on dark.
Cheeky soak in the hot pools
Rapid on 3 mile stream - potential?
Day ten came with the rain which had been holding off - the day started with the walk up to lake Marion and the identification of some Kaka (native parrots). The lake proved to be a good spot for lunch and yet another swim for the water bugs (Jdog and rick) - apparantly this lake was also ludicrously cold. The afternoon stroll around Lake sumner in a raging southerly was one of the less pleasant experiences of the trip, however spirits were high as the first symptoms of get home-itis started to appear. The southerly had mainly passed by the morning and we had made it to the last day! There was still 10km to walk but everyone knew we would make short work of it. The walk was about as pleasant as one can have over farmland (cough) and took about three hours. Finally we reached the swingbridge over the Hurunui - this was it, the end of our trip. A savage demolition of all remaining food preceded a review by Jo of the trip and some recommendations for next year's crew (take flour and spare tarps) we made the final few hundred metres to the waiting vans.
A great trip (the longest away from town for most of us) and a massive amount learned had everyone buzzing and definately keen for more (after a quick restock and shower). Murch here we come!
A happy team on the last day apart from RJ who was having a mare with his camera - Come on Richard!!!!