Kakanui Peak

Saturday, May 21st, 2016

Sunday the 15th May 2016

Seven of us meet at the car park at 7am on a cool and cloudy morning. The forecasts were for cloud in the morning and a wee bit of a shower in the afternoon. We all headed off with three more getting picked up on the way so by the time we regrouped in Palmerston our group of trampers was now eleven.

We drove through the Pigroot to the last crossing of the Shag River, just pass the Red Cutting Summit to park up in a clear area just off the road. I had decided that on this trip we would go up the ridge to the East and come down the leading ridge in the afternoon.

So at about 8.45am we headed off through the gate and followed the Shag stream to the start of a 4WD track that lead up the ridge. The track took us steadily up the ridge with the wind picking up a bit but with good views.

After about two hours we came across an old Skifield with an old ski hut, looking rather worse for wear and far from weatherproof, but still holding a number of old skis, old boots and a control box for the ski tow. Outside lay some old nutcracker belts and the ski rope lay along the line of the tow. We had morning tea here and had a good look around.

The wind was starting to get quite strong and cool, so off we headed following the old tow line to past a knob marking its top stanchion and up to a saddle which opened up some stunning views of Mt Dasher, Obi, Kattothyst and the Hectors Plateau. Just below the summit the wind dropped and it was quite pleasant till I took a look at our last 300m climb to the top.

We had to slog it through some very thick snow tussock with no animal tracks to follow but about 100m out it thinned out and the ground became rockier. The lower summit was passed and at 12.15pm we were on the top summit getting blown off.

Some photo’s were quickly taken at summit rock and then it was off to the side to find a tussock to hind behind to have lunch. John bought the record jar down from summit rock to have a look that it. Apart from the Wednesday Walkers it had been along time since the Tramping Club had been there. The records did show that a couple of our group had spent alot off time up there before, Linda and John. Lunch was had and we were starting to get cold so we signed the book, put it back on the summit and started to descent down the leading ridge.

The first part down was over stable scree and rock with a fierce westerly wind. Half of the way down was over tussocky ridges and humps to finally meet up with a 4WD track that took us down the ridge and over the shag creek and back to the cars, reaching them at about 2.45pm. The weather had held off with the sun trying to come out on our way down but it was very windy on top. It was an enjoyable day, with great views and great company.

Thanks to Maurice, Phyllis, Kate, Noel, Linda, Anna, Uwe, John, Jane and George on his first trip with the club. Neville

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Club Night April 2016

Tuesday, April 12th, 2016

The April Club meeting guest speakers were from DOC, Andy Powazynski and Tom Waterhouse. Based in Oamaru, they cover the area from Geraldine to Shag Point and inland to Kurow. They provided an overview of what DOC is actively doing in this region and with only three rangers and limited funds, resources are stretched to say the least. This is mostly due to the 2013 structural change within the department when 600 jobs were cut. The Earthquakes area is now owned by DOC and is getting a revamp however with the sink holes there, there are public safety issues. DOC, along with the Waitaki branch of the Forest and Bird Society have been planting Kowhai trees in the Gards Road area to preserve the uniqueness of this area. Also DOC is involved with the Cape Wanbrow native planting. Using a GPS, Tom mapped out the tracks in Trotters Gorge, provided it to the Asset Planner, however because only the Loop track existed originally, the other tracks will not be put onto new brochures/websites. DOC Tramping tracks in North Otago are getting maintained however, the squeeze is on and DOC’s mantra is to invite local groups who use these tracks to help maintain them, to the point of signing an agreement that the group will fund and maintain a track, to DOC’s standard of workmanship. Are volunteer hours a necessity to save our tracks?

Our next meeting is on the 9th May, AGM followed by Herbert Forest History, public are welcome. www.notmc.org.nz

Ewe Range

Thursday, February 25th, 2016

14^th February 2016

With a few car loads we headed towards Omarama, picking up Tim on the way.  We arrived at the end of Broken Hut Road where we started to follow the poled route of the Ewe Range Track. Initially this is private farm land and then at the top, leads on to the Oteake Conservation Area. We anticipated a hot day and we certainly got that as we ascended up a four wheel drive track.  We stopped for lunch at a rocky outcrop at 1300m with fabulous views of the Ahuriri Valley, Lake Ohau and Lake Pukaki. We continued on and shortly came to the end of the track. This track could be continued so as to join with an Omarama saddle trip.  The track descended the same way and for some it was a quick descent – trying to catch Linda to no avail. With all water bottles empty, we had a quick stop at Omarama for a cold drink. Thanks for the company. Many thanks to Noel for the fantastic photos.

Linda, Anna, Kate, Peter, Jac, Chris, Karyl, Jane, Noel, Tim, Ros and Bess

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Dodger Hut

Saturday, February 20th, 2016

Friday 5 – Monday 8 February 2016

Ohau – it is a place that beckons from time to time. Nowadays a collection of flash houses boasting prime views up the Hopkins and Dobson Valleys guards the entrance to this beautiful area.  The crown to the north from here is Aoraki-Mt Cook.

Not far past the village the road turns to shingle.  We follow the lake, rippled by a light breeze.  Shingle screes dive steeply from tussock-clad tops. Behind are the more imposing peaks: sharp, craggy, slabbed, mostly greywacke.  Matagouri and rosehip carelessly clothe the “dry”.  Merino sheep, heads bowed under the heat, gather in small groups discussing their futures. The land struggles, as it always has.  (This is captured splendidly in the title of Eileen McMillan’s massive local history: “Frugal country and Hard on the Boots”.)  Our track is worn and dusty. We meander ever closer to the valley proper.  There are five of us – Robbie, Bess, Kate, Jane and Graham in Robbie’s 4wd, travelling together like sardines in a tin with five full weekend packs jammed in behind us.  Jane knits; we banter; mostly we are just happy to be on our way. The weather is promising and so is the company. We arrive at Monument Hut just after 8pm on Friday, 196km from Oamaru.  There we meet Emily and John, who have walked in from the Ram Hill car park earlier.

Our first night is spent at Monument: tents for most, the hut for some: a clear starry night, magical as ever.  A lone, distant morepork greets us to the valley. The passing cavalcade of 4wds through the night reminds us of the civilisation we had hoped to leave behind us.

Saturday morning, up with the sun and on the way at 7.30, we travel over grassy river flats, crossing braids of the Hopkins River.  Some caution is called for; we cross in twos and threes using the pole method.  The valley here is wide, flanked on one side by the Dasler Pinnacles in the Neumann Range and on the other by the mountains of the main divide. There are cattle grazing. Loud bellows echo around the distant valleys as bulls call their harems to order. Canada geese graze in small flocks.  They honk and talk to each other, searching out the best bits on the banks. Delicate terns flit gently by, peeking at the world through masked faces. We head up the valley on a perfect day – clear sky, bright sun and (unusually) no wind.

Lunch is devoured on a grassy bank under the beech trees in front of the Elcho Hut.  We cross the Elcho for a look at the Apricot (Culler) Hut. The heat has arrived. Apricot Hut is perfectly parked at the bottom of a forest-ringed grassy meadow, hidden from the valley floor. Ensconced currently are hunters. How do we know? The rum bottle is a dead giveaway! Behatted and sunscreened we head onwards across wide flats and old shingle fans clothed in lush browntop and sweet vernal pasture between the bush-clad mountains.  As we get close to the Dodger Hut the valley bottom is still 1 km wide and is supporting a substantial herd of Hereford cows and calves (and bulls). We avoid the swing bridge and opt to cross the river and walk the wide tussock fan.  We should have kept lower on the fan, but we soon find the Dodger Hut, empty and inviting, reaching it hot and thirsty after a seven hour tramp, albeit with stops and excursions. Tents are set up, but thoughts of exploring the upper valley are replaced by cups of tea – soup – popcorn – snacks – mattresses pulled out of the hut in the shade of the beech trees –a dip in the creek – glassing with binoculars – joking a bit – telling a few lies. Behind us the pip-pip of tomtits. Down on the riverbed, bulls flail dust demonstrating their power. And then – arrival of children – skylarking, polite, chasing through the bush, swinging branches.  A family holiday – two vehicles loaded with supplies: “I suppose we are your worst nightmare”.   But no; they offered us light entertainment.  After tea, they roast marshmallows around a small fire and retire quietly to bed.  Tents pitched, bellies full, washed and refreshed, we have time to reflect as the sun goes down: it has been a wonderful day, plodding to our destination. We gather up our aches and pains and tuck ourselves in for an early night.

Sunday dawned fine, the sun being welcomed by the Hereford County Choir in chorus.  Today is Thompson Stream – a trip of exploration for all of us. Thompson Stream lies opposite the Dodger, so an early morning river crossing through milky glacier-fed waters is inevitable. Once across the main river, we look for the way into the Thompson.  We have conflicting advice: some club members had said the track went in on the stream’s true right, but other written accounts suggested the true left.  Both were right!  We find the signposted entrance to the track below where the stream meets the Hopkins Valley but, after a short walk through the bush we emerge on the Thompson Stream right bank to cross to the true left and start the steep 250 metre climb up a rough but clearly marked bush track.  After about an hour the track levels out, crossing a couple of grassy clearings with a fern-filled gully in between.  Then we drop steeply back to the creek, around two hours after starting the climb.

The valley is stunning. The glacial blue water of the stream dodges and swirls its way swiftly through the massive boulders which crowd the valley bottom, beneath steep scree and scrub covered sides ringed at the top by the semi-circular Foster Glacier which, in turn, is crowned by a series of main-divide peaks from the 2645m Mt Ward in the south to the 2538m Mt Williams to the north. Pools beckon between the torrents – but they are freezing cold.  The sub-alpine vegetation is quite different from the mountain beech-celery pine association in the main valley. Hoheria dominates with Dracophyllum; the Ranunculus and Celmisia have finished flowering, but a white-flowered NZ broom (Carmichaelia) is in full bloom and its delicate scent permeates the atmosphere. Graham spies a greenhood orchid (Pterostylis)

We boulder- bash up the valley, sometimes clambering along the edge, sometimes in the water or climbing up to avoid a bluff.  We find a lunch spot on a rocky beach beside the stream.  After lunch we leave our gear and set out to explore further up the stream, looking for the elusive last corner which would reveal all. But around every corner is … another corner.  An hour of this brings us to turn-around time. We get our best view from a rock perched high on the alpine meadows; cameras snap to capture the encircling rocky peaks and the glaciers hanging in wait. The bare rock is scored and worn by ice: grey and smooth.  Moraine rock fills the valley floor; surrounding scree feeds in even more rock.  The meadow is carpeted with “lily” pad leaves and silver swords of Celmisia.  It is one of those magical “sun on the cheeks” days.  We will go home happy.

Our return journey is quieter. Tired but content, we slowly retrace our steps over the bush-clad knob to the stream mouth.  This time, we keep to the true left until we emerge into the main valley, so we can cross the Hopkins where it is smaller. Someone nurses a rolled ankle, another ripped pants; sore knees are common; but none of this matters much.  A swim for some and the day is complete as we wend our way back to the hut.  Snacks, dinner and another warm but quiet night.

Monday sunrise is greeted by the Canada goose ensemble, the Hereford chorus having headed up the valley.  We arise bright and early (or at least early) to pack up and get on the trail home.  We stick to the true left of the Hopkins for the return journey, partly for variation but also because it offers more shade from the blazing sun.  The going alternates between grassy meadow and rocky riverbed, but is straightforward. We pause for a break at the bottom of the Dasler Pinnacles track, and give away the option of a side trip up to the Dasler Biv.  So we continue downstream to stop for a long and leisurely lunch at the 100 year-old Red Hut, where we bone up on the hut’s history as part of a misguided plan to establish a tourist route to Mt Cook to rival the Milford Track.  We cross several streams of the braided Hopkins and are back to Monument Hut by early afternoon.

Five then head back by 4wd to Oamaru and the other two on foot to Ohau.  For three days we had left the busy world behind. We had laughed together and worked together as a team.  Richer for the experience…..we think so.  We will be back.

Bess, Emily, Graham, Jane, Robbie, John, and Kate.

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Club Night February 2016

Tuesday, February 16th, 2016

North Otago Tramping and Mountaineering Club

Clubnight Meeting 15^th February 2016

Being the first meeting of 2016, there were many trips and adventures to talk about.  Wednesday Walkers covered a wide area including Orokonui, Mt Studholme, Island Stream, Government Hill, Hospital Hill, Shag Point, Devils Elbow, Kurow Bike Trail, Herbert Forest and Clear Stream and in between walks, a barbeque get together.

Some of the tramping club members had a working bee in the Herbert Forest clearing the Swallows and the Hoods Creek tracks. Also Dave’s Track in the Trotters Gorge had a good clear out and pink ribbons placed for track identification. Other Tramping Club trips included Hectors Plateau, Mt David via Bayley’s Yards, Hideaway Biv and Ewe Range. A trip to Awakino with the focus on finding Black Daisies turned out to be extremely interesting.  Many alpine plants were identified particularly with the help of local botanists and photos of these can be found on the NOTMC website. Look in the Trip Reports Page.

Over Waitangi Weekend, the club tramped in the Hopkins Valley, staying at Dodger Hut. The side trip up Thomson Stream being the highlight.

At our meeting, several members brought tramping memorabilia from the old days and our President, Jane Green, showed slides of past trips including skiing on Tasman Glacier.

Tramping trips are planned up to the end of winter so please visit the website for contact details if you are interested in coming.  We also have a Guided Walks Day at the Herbert Forest on April 17^th and the public are most welcome.