Unpublished Trip Reports 2000



Carkeek Picnic 2000

by Eric Duggan

March 3

Carkeek Hut located in the center of the Tararua's; a club hut, 9 out of 10 on the revised Barr-Duggan scale, a truly superb spot. The mission for the picnic is to go from Holdsworth to Ohau via Carkeek for the picnic lunch, in a day. Mike Sheridan and Johnny Mulheron hold the record of 13 hours.

This year's picnic was held on March 3 with one team of June, Joe, Glyn, and Simon heading in from Ohau and myself heading in from Holdsworth. Unfortunately I had to work on Friday night until 5 am Saturday morning so was a little bit tired as I drove Simon's family wagon out to Holdsworth road end. It was well and truly light as I headed off up the Atiwhakatu in brilliant sunshine.

I felt like I should have been running the first section but all my body wanted me to do was curl up on the side of the track and go to sleep. The morning sun at Jumbo was brilliant as I stood outside taking in the views at 8.30 am. The trip over the tops to McGregor Biv was even more stunning as the Tararua's had laid on one of their rare but amazing clear, still days.

The Waiohine was nice and low and Carkeek Ridge provided no problems as I cruised in after midday expecting to find June, Joe, Glyn, and Simon in residence as they were leaving at 4 am that morning. I was surprised to find the hut empty so thought I would head up the ridge for lunch and hopefully intercept them there.

No sign on anyone on the ridge as I lunched in the sunshine. I hurried on up after lunch wondering where could they be and hoping I didn't have to find my own way home at the end of the day. Lancaster proved to be especially energy sapping and I sure was glad to get to the end of that.

Who should I run into just at the top of Lancaster? It was Simon by himself. He explained that they had a little bit of difficulty in the Ohau River in the dark and ended well up the North Ohau before they realized they were lost. They eventually got to Pukematawai and sat in the sun before Simon decided to head on by himself and finish it. I thought rather you than me as he headed down the ridge at about 2 pm. I charged off in the other direction wondering if I could catch the others.

Climbing over Arete and Pukematawai seemed to go on forever. A freshly cut track from ¼ of the way down Pukematawai made for a pleasant trip through the scrub to Te Matawai. After a quick stop here I continued on down the Yeates 500 to South Ohau where I met up with the others; June, Joe, and Glyn.

The record of 13 hours had been in the back of my mind but I thought save if for a day when I've had some sleep the night before. We spent ½ an hour relaxing in the sun outside South Ohau before trundling down the river. We finally got out to the road end at about 8.45 pm, just under 14 hours for the trip.

As it was Simon's work car at this road end we had to wait for Simon to get out to Holdsworth and grab his own car and then drive back round to meet us. We all jumped in his car expecting to wait 4 or 5 hours. In the end it turned into a bit of a mission with Simon turning up just before 6 the next morning. He had got out around 2 am but then spent several hours driving round to meet us, having to stop every 15 minutes on the side of the road to get some sleep.

Other People on Trip:
Simon Hassall
June Gibbons
Joe Prebble
Glyn Jackson


Adrian Barr Farewell Trip

by Dave Hodson

Chasing Ady. Cos we wouldn't want him to get away. Otherwise we might have to say farewells. And that's getting a little passé. 1998. To Russia with love, and machine guns and hack in Red Square, so off to New Tarn Ridge Hut for drinking and merriment. Maybe a little too much drinking and all sorts of skeletons came dancing out of closets. But he was soon back. 1999. To Otago for Russia stuff (MA Russian Art History…). So another farewell trip. Alpha this time, and a similar crew but less drinking compensated for by more Irish Jigs by our resident violinist accompanied by one of the long-term drunkards. Good fun. But he lasted even less time in the south and soon relocated back to familiar climes. 2000. As far as we know, he's not planning to go anywhere, but with Ady, who really knows ? So. Just in case, yet another farewell trip is planned. This time to Carkeek….

and that is where our story begins.

Maybe we should go in early. Yeah. Cool. "are you keen Adrian ?". Miscommunications abound. Eventually, after all sorts of shuffling and juggling, Jo, Scott and I materialise at Jo's without an Ady - he'd headed up with Alistair with a rather vague set of plans. And the chase is on. First stop the supermarket. Mmmm. Shopping when hungry. Fish n chips then we're off. Over the hill and far away to the jungle, the mighty jungle where the lion sleeps tonight.

Roadend, and their plans unveiled (courtesy of the intentions book). Tramping. Moonlight. Rocky lookout. Nice. Soon Powell and prone Ady and Ali - the lions are indeed asleep. Sleep. Wake up. Windy. Too windy. Back to sleep. Up again, just in time as Eric McInstosh cruises through on his 400ish trip up Mt. Holdsworth. We join him and then over on to Mid Y. Not that windy and lotsa cotton (DoC seemed to have run cotton along all the bush tracks we travelled during the weekend). Hut, and hut-bound hunters. No deer cos of 1080 - a terrible state of affairs? To go on? Ady knows of a spur onto Kihiwiroa from directly opposite Mid Y - the river is crossable and Andersons would be nice. We decide to go on. On with our packs, glances at watches and promptly pike. Scott and Alistair decide to fly camp. Cruisy late afternoon in the hut, then thought of cards. One broken clock and a rather intense confrontation "if you wanna play cards you'd better go outside", " you watch yourself" with an annoyed American ex-navy seal later we have a grand meal and eventually the air becomes a little less prone to being cut with some general yarning, except for Jo the study god with her project due in a couple of days time.

Ady decides to fly, for some pleasant space - chasing Scott and Alistair ? Bed, sleep, get up early to decide on whether or not to mission to Carkeek. Weather check at 7ish and pike. The fly boys refuse to get up. The hunters fly to the pub. Later we move, on up Aokap (still chasing Ady) and the biv for a brew and break. Tops again, beautiful feel alive travel in mist and breeze over to Maungahuka - nothing I'd rather be doing. Soon a tarn appears out of the murk and we know we're there, feels oh so good. Short fire attempt, tea in pit then out with the cards. Ahhh. 500. Game of kings. And competitive natures. Jo and I are destroyed by Ady and Alistair - in one hand, however the 5-0 series whitewash we achieve could be considered comprehensive. Ady went outside - ostensibly to urinate ? with greater and greater frequency as the annihilation proceeded. Bed, and sleep.

Get up. Kentucky Gold, general alcoholic drink and a grand way to start the day. Onwards, a bit of bumbling in the mist then down to Neal Forks. Snack time and hut-book reading. Up a hill, slog time then a clearing grants views of Aokap and friends, Maungahuka, High Ridge and Holdsworth, linger a while then on to the top. Gnarled misshapen (calm and sage?) old beech for company. Down the other side. And down some more to another clearing. Flowering seedling rata cos of 1080 - a wonderful state of affairs ? A falcon. Cruising the currents above Totara Flats playing free mirrors how I feel. Swing bridge, a brew and lunch. Then the long walk home - I'd forgotten how far it is up Totara Ck, up and up then down and down to Holdsworth, chasing Ady all the way. And out, but no sign of the Carkeek visitors. Rivers too high ? Winds too strong ? Fitness too poor ? or just plain soft (and they didn't even catch an Ady!!). "I feel like a pie". "Me too". Petrol station and we buy the entire stock of pies. Kinda fitting - the piking pie-eating non-Carkeek reaching generally soft pie eaters eat some pies. And chocolate milk. Mmm animal fat. Over the hill and back to home for yet more sleep. Nice.

e-mail afterthought courtesy of Graham - Monday in Wellington:
"where the fuck were you you slack prick? lounging around at powell no doubt. It's been noted that the adrian barr farewell trip has now created the inevitable precedent of not requiring an 'Adrian Barr' to actually take place!"


Herepai Day Trip

by Tess Shewry

A VUWTC morning: it's 6.30 am, we can't find so & so's house, so & so is late anyway, the car is making horrible noises…

Finally we meet everyone on top of a hill. Corporal Kathryn challenges the local canine contingent to a frenzied bark-off. She comes away unscathed although the dog may have been pyschologically damaged for the rest of its life.

We arrive at the road end before plans involving army trucks, aeroplanes & guerilla warfare in the Tararuas can be hatched.

We head up through the bush to Herepai & then higher to bask in the sun. From an unknown peak we can see Central Plateau, Taranaki & even Everest on the horizon.

Then we head back down again & go home.


Queens Birthday in the Kawekas

by June Gibbons

The Tuesday night before, I was persuaded to go on this trip. There were five of us in our group: Eric Duggan, Dave Hodson, Jo Hoare, Tim Baker and myself. After the usual stuffing about at the Hunter Carpark we were off in the new VUWSA van. A tiki tour around the Hutt valley ensued as we tried to pick up a member of another group. The drive up was long but made more eventful by the lightening and strong wind. It was decided that four cassettes are not enough for 6 ½ hours driving. For both our group and another, the final destination was Makahu Saddle Hut; about 1½ hour's drive in from Taradale. The hut has only four bunks but it has enough floor space for four more.

Saturday morning started with an awesome dawn for Jo and I as we ran up the hill behind the toilet. It was my first proper view of the Kaweka's since every other time I've been looking at them it has either been misty or dark. Wandered up the hill toward Kaweka J, stopping at Dominie Biv along the way. Eric was busy trying to work out where he went wrong during the last Kaweka Challenge; I was busy trying to stay on my feet on some slippery sections.

At about the same time as we entered the mist just above Dominie biv we hit the first of the snow. We were all very excited. We didn't stay long on the tops because it was cold but as we continued down the western side of the main range it warmed up again. It was a bit difficult to find the track to Back Ridge Hut and we kept walking down the ridge until we came to the other linking track. The hut is a little way off the ridge beside a small stream near the bushline. It seemed quite South Island-ish because the stream is very quiet and gurgley at this point like some high country streams get. We had an early lunch and then continued. The ridge bumps along a bit and one hour later we were at the turn off. We dropped off the ridge to visit Back Ridge Biv; noting as we did so that again we had missed an earlier turn off and gone the long way round. The biv is standard orange forest service but has a built in entertainment system in the form of the toilet: a great source of amusement for some. Soon we were off again for the decent to Rocks Ahead Hut. The boys ran off (literally) so Jo and I ambled and enjoyed the ambience of the forest. When we arrived at the hut the billy had just boiled and the boys were looking just a little shattered. The final leg of the day was the haul back up the ridge again to Venison Tops. It began quite interestingly with a three-wire bridge but soon turned into plain simple uphill slog. When we reached the Tops it was just about dark, couldn't be bothered stopping for torches so we strode off through the sub alpine in the cold. Tira Lodge was welcoming; four plant people and one Labrador already in residence.

Sunday was cold to start, spitting gently; we were holding out for snow but the forecast kept on delaying it. It was a nice easy start to the day, down and then along a rather pretty bush covered ridge. Dave mentioned that he'd like to linger here. I mentioned I knew a song about lingering. I warned him it was bad, but it was to no avail. The song was forced out of me and it haunted us for the rest of the trip. As we arrived at the turn off to Ballard Hut we saw the group we had left at Makahu Saddle in the distance but decided on another early lunch at the hut. Some fun scree jumping on the way down and a very groovy waterfall on our right. Of course if one were running down the hill one probably wouldn't have noticed such detail. After munchies we were on our way again and wombling around past Whetu to Makino Hut, a certain tune following us. I don't think everyone in our group appreciated the song. The tops were a little chilly but no snow, Makino Hut was warm. We had our second lunch and lingered a while but were gone at 3.30PM sharp. We popped into Te Puia Lodge on our way to the Hot Springs and stayed awhile; we did try and move camp but Tim, well he just wasn't keen. We did make it to the hot springs a little later for a few hours soaking and then trundled back to the lodge for sleep.

Monday was a long day. Some pit time to start before the long walk out. It was kind of sunny at times and the river was impressive with some extra water in it. We sat at the road end for a while as the other groups arrived and then waited for the van to come and take us away. Only it didn't, Phil's group were unable to make it over the tops due to Sunday night snow and so came out at our road end. Graham, Eric and I drove off on a dual-purpose mission to not only retrieve the van but to also discover petrol. We completed both tasks in a record time of 4 hours return. So the final drive back to Wellington began at 7PM and we arrived back at about 2AM.

One last thought:
Mmmm hmmm, I want to linger
Mmmm hmmm, a little longer
Mmm hmm a little longer with you….


Ruahine Corner

by Eric Duggan

April 7-9

Another excellent club trip to the Ruahines was held on the weekend April 7-9. This time we left from Mokai Base, a bit of a mission to get to, inland from Utiku, on a road I was going to get to know quite well that weekend. I set off with a group consisting of the fit young Tim Baker, Graham Bussell who we managed to drag out of the shadows, and Simon Hassall who decided to spend the weekend in pit.

After a debate on the Mokai Patea range whether to pike and go and get wine we eventually reached Iron Bark Hut around about 11 am. Simon decided to spend the rest of the weekend here. I decided that the 3 of us should head down the gorge and then up onto Ohutu Ridge. From the map it looked like quite good fun to cut across from the end of the ridge onto the large plateau where Ruahine Corner is.

The gorge was reasonably rugged but no worries for us as the river was nice and low, and although overcast it wasn't actually raining yet. The bottom of Ohutu ridge was steep and slippery and overgrown in scrub and lots of stinging nettle. Lunch was had at the top of the ridge as soon as it started to flatten out. From here the travel was cruisy along the top with impressive views out to the northwest of the isolated central north island tussock country. The views over to the northeast were also impressive, big limestone bluffs and steep sided streams.

As we passed the end of the track on the ridge and out of the bush we realized that getting down and across to the Ruahine Corner plateau was going to be quite difficult. It looked like it involved a bash down through the bush and then somehow through vertical limestone cliffs and across the deeply incised upper Waiokotore Stream to get over the other side. It was also getting quite late and we wanted to be on the plateau by dark. I hadn't realized it would be such a mission from the map.

Bashing down through the sub-alpine Beech forest turned out to be hard work but eventually we came into a little stream which we decided to follow down. However this soon ended in a big cliff so we sidled round the head of that. I nearly burst my eardrum on a bit of sharp grass and screamed out an appropriate expletive in the process. We then had to slide down a bank and kick ourselves out at the same time to avoid falling down a large limestone hole. Graham did his best to lose himself down it but was all right in the end. After sidling round more limestone bluffs we had to bash through a large area of scrub to reach the stream. It proved quite deep to cross and on the other side we climbed through more scrub and under some more bluffs before eventually reaching the plateau.

We still had about 4km to go until the Hut and had come out on the edge of the Makirikiri bog. We also found a bit of a 4wd motorbike track as well through the tussock, which sped up progress. We reached the airstrip just as it got dark and it started from rain. But here we could look across at Ruahine Corner Hut and see a light in the window. We arrived at the Hut to find June's group of Duncan, Simon, Ben, and Scott in residence with a nice fire going. They had come in earlier via Lake Colenso Hut and up onto Potae.

The next day June's group left early to head out via Waiokotore Biv and down Ohutu Ridge. We headed out via Potae and Lake Colenso, the same way June's group came in. After a bit of an indiscretion we were soon on our way down off Potae Ridge and down towards Lake Colenso. The stream we followed cut down through some impressive gorges.

It had started to rain on our descent and the weather wasn't the best by the time we got to Lake Colenso. Here we met up with Alistair, Cielle and Sean who were heading into Ruahine Corner. It was a bit of a grunt from Lake Colenso back to Iron Bark Hut. When we got down to the river it had changed quite a bit since Saturday. It was flowing very fast, discoloured and was up a lot more. Luckily it was a good crossing opposite the hut so we got across as a group with no worries.

We had a late lunch at the hut and realised that June's group would have a lot of trouble coming up the gorge with the river up so high. We spent a good 1.5 hours to see if June's group would turn up. They didn't so we presumed they would probably be stuck at the base of Ohutu Ridge.

We headed back to the road end descending through the Mokai Patea range in the mist. We found out via notes on Graham's car that all the other group's had gone already. We then headed out to Mangaweka to get some Petrol for Ben's car (they would need it when they got out). Here we met Hilary and Phil who both had cars. Hilary came back to Taihape along with Graham and I. We had a good feed at the Chinese take-aways and then drove back to the road-end with the petrol. There was no sign of June's group so headed back to Wellington at about 10.30 PM after leaving a note on Ben's car. We came back to Wellington about 1.30 AM in shocking weather.

Dave Walker as contact person had been informed of the overdue group and on Monday the police were contacted. They informed us nothing would be done for 48 hours due to the experience level of the group, they were well equipped, and it was assumed they would be waiting for the river to come down. I eventually got a phone call at work from June about 1.30 PM. They had sidled the gorge as far as they could and then climbed out of it and camped once it got dark. They managed to intercept the track to Lake Colenso and were just able to cross the river opposite Iron Bark Hut.


Southern Crossing

by Tess Shewry

Early(ish) Sat morning: Glyn, Hannah and I set off from the wilds of Kaitoke. Weather is nasty. Tree roots are shaking beneath our feet as trees on the Marchant try to blow away. We head up Alpha. Wind & rain. It's hard to stay upright. This could be horrible & grovelly. We retreat to Alpha hut.

Alpha Hut: Primitive instincts see Glyn chopping wood and lighting fires. I am more preoccupied with eating & reading the hut book.

Night time: 3 people & a fire (compare to the 35 or so at Kime that night!). Debate over ducks & rabbits etc…It's painfully clear who comes out on top…

5.30 am Sunday: Don't be ridiculous. We're asleep.

6.30 am Sunday: Rain/ wind/ cold/ swirling clouds & not much else. Peak bagging!

Kime Hut: Some lazy VUWTCers are discovered slothing in bed still.

The rest of the day? Rain, a fast descent to Otaki, a view at last & a nice wait in the rain while Glyn cooks us 2 min noodles!


Tararuas on 60 dumps a day

by Richard Davies

18.3.00 - 19.3.00

Plan was to start at Holdsworth Lodge and go to Tarn Ridge Hut for the night via Jumbo - B.A.P.s with a side trip up Mitre, then on Sunday go down Table Ridge to Cow Creek Hut and back to Holdsworth Lodge.

Didn't feel so good on Friday morning so I skived off from uni to ‘get my strength up’. By Friday night I was camped in the toilet but decided it was too late to Pike. Picked Peter up at 5.30am and it was off to Eastbourne ... to wait. Finally at about 6.15 a 4x4 came screaming down the hill and Ben leapt out into the car and we were off. It was the first time we’d tramped with Ben and he was impressed by our keenness to get to the hills as we set all kinds of speed records up the River Road, he was soon corrected when Peter informed him that I probably just had to get to the toilet. Sure enough got to the Caltex there and left the guys to get to know each other.

Sun came up as we headed over Rimutaka hill, a stunning day, with no clouds in the sky. Toilet stop at Holdsworth Lodge and I decided to at least get to Jumbo. Got to Jumbo in a quick time, and the guys arrived just as I stepped out of the dunny. Not feeling so flash at this stage and 40 minutes from the Hut to Jumbo peak had me wondering if this was such a lark. I’d all but decided to go to Holdsworth and back to the car that way, but the trig looked so far away and an old couple powered past me so I decided to push on. Superb views from Angle Knob, Tapi in the south to Ruapehu and the Kaimanawas in the North and even Taranaki, also could see clearly Maungahuka Hut and Dorset Ridge Hut and superb views of Hector. Lunch on McGregor, the guys sunbathed while I shivered with the fever, I was caught short, this clear visibility had a downside and a bunch of day trippers may never know how close they were to coming over the crest of a hill at a very bad time. They no doubt would've been shocked at the appearance of an early, and very full moon.

Felt better over the B.A.Ps and everyone was pretty keen to get to Tarn Ridge but, since I wasn't going to get any better, common sense dictated that we head down off Baldy to Mitre Flats Hut. The wind had picked up [no pun intended] as well, so it was no longer so pleasant.

Disturbed a deer down Baldy spur - not half as disturbed as if it had stumbled over me ten minutes earlier. Felt alright at Mitre Flats but two mouthfuls of dinner necessitated ten trips to the toilet overnight, right up there on the Mitre Flats dunny hall of fame. Next day was a slow bedraggled stumble over Pinnacle Ridge before a scorching pace was set down the Atiwhataku, Ben and Peter thought I might be feeling better as they jogged after me, but no, I just had to get to the toilet. The trip back to Wellington was done flat out interspersed with long periods where Peter and Ben would sit in a car parked in bizzare paces the door hanging open with the engine running for periods of time. Finally got back to Wellington and it was off to the after-hours clinic for the first of many visits this year.

P.S. No water courses were infected during this tramp so don’t look at me if there is a problem with Tararua water.

Crew were
Ben Clendon
Peter Rowe
Richard Davies - scribe.


Ruahine rambling

by Richard Davies

9.4.00 - 15.4.00

9/4 Peter picked me up from home, quick comparison revealed we both had ridiculously heavy packs. “Next time just one of us bring the kitchen sink” I grunted. Off to Tawa to scab lunch off Kathryns parents, then an horrific discovery her whole pack was lighter than our breakfasts. Off again by 1.30, got to Makaroro river by 5.30, raining steadily, Peter and I wandered into the river and a quick count of the logs floating past had us deciding to abandon plans to go up the river to Barlow Hut that night. Drove back to intersection at Wakarara, parked up at 6.30 and waited ... lots. Created a bit of excitement with the locals and had a few offers of a nice warm bed (especially Kathryn), night wore on and the cars became fewer and fewer as the drivers became more feral - was that banjos we could here over the raindrops? Long uncomfortable night, Peter's sleeping positions showed a working knowledge of the Kama Sutra, I slept with my knees touching my nipples and rain running in through the holes in the roof and down my shorts. Hannah and Ben never arrived.

10/4 Decided to go and ring around to see what had happened to Hannah and Ben. Hannah was back in Wellington, Ben was somewhere in the bush about a days walk from us but incommunicado. Hmm, 9.30 on a wet Monday morning in the Central Hawkes Bay, what to do, well Napier was close..... ...And also boring, but we did have a look at DOCs Napier office, where they didn’t actually know where the Ruahines were. Hmmm, ..... ? We drove back to Sentry Box Hut, got there about 2ish. Kathryn hit pit, while me and Pete were overcome by testosterone and went for a walk onto the tops. Got pretty wet but a suggestion the weather was clearing. It in fact rained all night. Pit by 7 and solved most of the problems of the world before getting to sleep.

11/4 It had stopped raining but couldn't see the hills, drove to Onga Onga, forecast was hopeful. Rang Wellington again, Hannah was keen Ben was back and his only concern was could we wait 8hrs for him to get his gear packed and be back up there. Decided to meet at Sunrise Hut. Ford washed out so farmer let us park on his land, extra walk but at hut by 4ish, still pretty damp. Dried all our gear by the heater, in pit by 10, half an hour later Ben and Hannah arrived, so it was back up to share stories.

12/4 Fine but high winds, quick consensus to make this a pit day, hmm, so far it was a pit week. Ben, Peter and myself wandered off to Top Maropea Hut for a look, bouldered some interesting pillars on the way back. Meanwhile Kathryn and Hannah entertained a bunch of middle aged school teachers by running round in their underwear just as they opened the door to the hut. Couple of other trampers rocked up that night so we had a yarn, then hit pit. Five on the top bench bunk was too much for Hannah who tried a ‘top bunk direct’ descent wearing only a sleeping bag. The resulting head plant shook the foundations.

13/4 Superb weather, decided to go to Waterfall Hut via the tops and Rangioteatua saddle. Stunning views from coast to coast and the Central Plateau. Cruisy pace with much time being spent drinking in the sun and views. Called Wellington from Te Ataoparapara to let people know we’d stay another day. Reached the Hut on nightfall and Ben ‘easy peasy' Clendon, produced a fine de-hy chicken curry then tried to smoke it with his faulty MSR cooker.

14/4 Another superb day, looked at the map and realised how close Mangaweka (1733m) the highest point in the park was. Kathryn and Hannah decided to go down the Kawhatau river to Crow Hut, we’d meet them there after doing the tops. Quick blast up Iron Peg Creek had us on Mangaweka for an early and lengthy lunch/sunbathe listening to the big guns at Waiouru. Followed a huge set of footprints along the Hikurangi Range, quick detour down to MacKinnon Hut, and the fist VUWTC entry in that edition of the log book. Our large footed friend was headed for Crow as well, being the roar Ben was like a raging stag and raced off to the Hut to protect Kathryn, me and Peter sauntered along, picked up the sour bears left on the track, and made the hut by 4.45. Kathryn and Hannah had disturbed four deer in the river and also seen a number of blue duck. Guy in the Hut was a bit of a legend, an old style kiwi Bushman, and, his feet were indeed huge, we were all wondering the same thing. Did this mean he would also have a huge, mammoth ...... pair of socks? Had a good yarn to him anyway. Nice night so dragged the mattresses outside, thus never were we to know about the size of those socks.

15/4 Woken early by Peter screaming and dragging us towards the river. This early start meant we were on the Mokai Patea tops by 9. Peter would've enjoyed it more if anyone was talking to him. Decided to go to end of Mokai Patea range and descend to the Waimaka from there. A tough leatherwood bash - which was alleviated by the mysterious appearance of a slasher - brought us to a huge slip. An excellent scree run and then half an hour down a small unnamed stream brought us to the Waimaka for lunch. Up to Waimaka Hut, then we had to get up and over the Waipawa Saddle. Peter, Ben and myself decided to go and climb the waterfall at the top of the stream. All was going well, till Ben yelled out something to the effect of us being hot stuff and the Ruahines being tame. Inevitably 5 minutes later Ben and Peter were being rescued by Hannah and I was sliding 15-20 meters back down to the stream, leaving most of the skin from my hands and backside on the rocks as a memento. Trip down the Waipawa river was punctuated by plenty of comments about our lack of common sense/ability/brain cells etc. Quick farm bash in the dark back to cars, then on to Dannevirke for Pizza. I have never seen so many people with big heads and eyes set too close together in one place. It was so feral it scared us. Truly a town deserving of the slogan - Dannevirke - Where everyones family Managed to not be killed and eaten so it was back to Wellington arriving about midnight.

Crew were
Ben Clendon
Peter ‘human alarm clock’ Rowe
Hannah McGregor
Kathryn Gow
Richard Davies - scribe, and ACC beneficiary...


Misadventure on the Sharks Tooth

by Eric Duggan

The AIC follow up trip at the end of July went to Mt Egmont/Taranaki with the aim of getting to the top. We finally arrived at Tahurangi lodge at 2 am after a walk in of about an hour.

The next morning the cloud cleared giving us a good view of the mountain at about 9am. After breakfast we split into two groups and all headed up the mountain at about 10 am. I was with Jo, Roger, Zuzannah, Catherine, and Adrian. We spent a bit of time going over self-arresting, use of the ice axe and cramponing. We finally got onto the north ridge proper about midday.

After lunch I entered the crater at about 3 pm where the other group was resting and doing various climbs. There was a top rope set up and several people having a go at ice climbing. I had a go at soloing several climbs, which were excellent. They tended to be more difficult near the bottom where the exposure is less and there was not so far too fall. I had a good look at the Sharks Tooth, which looked very impressive, all covered in ice.

I decided to wander up too the summit and as I did that I noticed Jeremy soloing the Sharks Tooth. It didn't look too bad near the bottom but Jeremy seemed to spend along time near the top before he finally got up it. After Jeremy's effort I thought I would give it a go and quickly rushed over to have a look. The climbing was not very steep at the bottom and quite easy. However near the top I got to a section where there was no foot placements and I had to bridge very wide with my feet. It then became overhanging as well and I could only get a placement for my right tool. The ice wasn't very good near the top and had melted in the sun. My left tool was not able to get purchase and my arm was getting sore. I eventually got it in and moved out my right tool to place it further up. As I did this I lost contact and fell backwards starting to slide. I was quite surprised that I wasn't hurt at all on impact and thought I should get away with no damage hopefully. But then I got flipped upside down and must have got a crampon stuck in the ice. Because when I stopped in the crater I noticed that my right ankle was severely dislocated.

Everyone came rushing over and I told them I would need a helicopter because I wouldn't be able to walk. Dave, Benj, and Jeremy put on extra clothes for me and got me onto a pack and rope. They then made a shelter to keep me out of the wind. Jo had been on the summit and rung the police who said a helicopter was on the way. The helicopter was quite fast but it seemed a while. A SAR medic came down and splinted my leg with the rope. I was then put into a bag, like a body bag, which was tightened up around me. I was then winched by helicopter onto the summit where Peter and Ben with some other SAR medics loaded me into the helicopter. It was then off to Taranaki Base Hospital and into A&E.

The end result was a fractured fibula (lower leg) and fractured and dislocated ankle. This meant 6 weeks in a non-weight bearing cast and no tramping or climbing until the end of the year. In the mean time quite a bit of physio is needed once the cast comes off.

Thanks to everyone who helped on the mountain. And thanks to all the people who have sent me emails, rung up and/or come too visit me out in Martinborough. The time off from the outdoors is a bit of a bummer but these things happen. Next time I will make sure I obey the main rule of mountaineering; don't fall.


Easter down South with Simon

by Eric Duggan

Friday April 14

Simon and I took the 5.30 pm sailing to Picton, taking Simon's trusty Mitsubishi wagon for the trip down south. We were hoping to do the southeast ridge of Tutoko, a long committing route on a serious mountain. Stopping for dinner at Blenheim we notice that the entire town seemed to smell of dope, interesting. We finally turned up at Simon's parent's place in Christchurch at around 1.30 am.

Saturday April 15

After piling up on a huge amount of food from the supermarket we finally got away from Christchurch just after midday. We reached Queenstown in time for dinner and spent a long time looking for somewhere to eat. We finally went to KFC, which was crap.

We passed through Te Anau around 10 pm and as we headed further up Lake Te Anau we hit rain. Passed the Hollyford turn off we were in low cloud and steady rain. Just before Homer tunnel we took a turn off and then crossed a dry creek bed too arrive at Homer Hut (the NZAC base in the Darran Mountains). There was a land cruiser with an impressive 4WD trailer on the back of it parked outside the hut so we took one of the unoccupied bunkrooms.

Sunday April 16

We met the owner of the land cruiser who was with his family. He made a remark to Simon about how fast the creek behind the hut could rise and that he was best parking non-4WD vehicles on the roadside of the hut. We headed off to Milford Sound to see that the weather forecast was crap for a few days. We then headed to Te Anau to play some pool at the pub. Since we had so much food we decided to buy Pizza for dinner.

Monday April 17

After rain all night and that day it was amazing how much the creek behind the hut had risen. The land cruiser had left so we were the only two in the hut that day. A small lake had formed at our dry crossing but Simon was keen to give it a go so we could play some pool at the Milford pub that night. After a practice crossing Simon came back so I could get some photos. It was still raining hard so we threw our sleeping bags in the car in case the creek rose too much for us to get back to the hut.

The rain at Milford Sound kept pouring down as briefly we reigned as champions on the pool table. After that we went over to play some table tennis, and met a couple of American tourists. "Hi my name is Ben, and this is my wiiife Shelly," said the guy that introduced himself to us. Ben was a Perl programmer and his wife was a web site designer. I told them I was a UNIX System Administrator and then Simon said he sold hose. "Come on, you're shitting me" said Ben. Shelly was originally from Christchurch and Simon knew someone she went to school with. Simon then had an arm wrestling competition with Ben and once again as Ben was beating Simon he said "come on, you're shitting me". I don't know if Ben and Shelly believed us when we said we still had a flooded river to drive through, but it was time for us to leave.

When we got back to the creek crossing it was still up, but didn't look much worse than before. It was quite a wide lake now so I jumped out and waded across looking for a good way through. Unfortunately Simon charged on in the driving rain and headed straight for the deep end of the lake. At one stage it even looked like he was going to make it as he kept on going under water for a long time. But he came to a halt in a deep hole with the water up round his chest with him in the driver's seat.

I dragged out wet sleeping bags, cameras, wallets and clothes. Meanwhile Simon had got out his winch to set up, however it wasn't long enough to reach an anchor tree so I came back with my rope. We also improvised with prussicks when we ran out of joins on the winching cable. After 3 hours of winching in the steady rain we finally pulled the car out to safety. It was about 3am at this stage so we headed off to bed with no sleeping bags hoping the car would still be there in the morning. It had been an interesting trip already and we hadn't even set off for Tutoko yet, the aim of the trip.

Tuesday April 18

By the time I got up Simon had pulled the car out completely and was busy trying to fix it. There was water everywhere and all through the petrol tank. It was quite a nice day and there was a lot of tourist traffic heading up the road too the Homer tunnel. There were also a lot of trucks carrying road metal down for repairs on the road through the other side of the tunnel.

We were able to flag down a truck and for some money for 2-dozen beers he towed us out and up to the entrance to Homer tunnel. Simon was hoping the momentum would turn over the engine, which it did. The car blew out a lot of smoke but we were able to park it on the side of the road on a slope. Hopefully it would then get us back to Te Anau.

Wednesday April 19

We threw all our gear in the car, Simon did some final tuning of the engine and then we let it down the hill. Unbelievably the engine kicked into life and we were able to drive all the way back to Te Anau. Amazing, considering it had nearly been under water 2 days ago.

We dropped the car with a mechanic, went and dried Simon's Sleeping Bag at a motor camp and then went to DOC to check the forecast. It looked ok for Thursday but no good after that. Our only option was to fly in to Turner's Biv (normally a very long day) and then go for it the next day.

We sorted things out with Milford Helicopters and that afternoon we got dropped off on the Madeline snowfield above Turner's Biv. As we flew over it the pilot pointed down and said that's Turner's Biv, we couldn't tell anything apart from all the other rocks.

The clouds had cleared away nicely and we had a good view towards the southeast ridge of Tutoko, which looked heinous. It also looked like a bit of a struggle getting up through the Madeline icefall. The Age Glacier was cut off at this time of year, so we had to almost climb Madeline and then traverse a knife-edge ridge just to get to the start of the climb. It looked like it would be a very long day. As the helicopter flew off, we realized that we had left the stove behind. As it turned out cold meals weren't that bad.

It was a bit of a search to find Turner's Biv, but it was worth it. It is very weatherproof and sleeps 5 people in the main space. It is located on a great ledge which drops away steeply down to the valley. There are great views across to the massive southeast face of Tutoko.

Thursday April 20

We got up early and left Turner's Biv at 3 am. The icefall turned out to be quite easy to negotiate until we came to a large schrund. The weather had been nice but now was quite windy with cloud coming and going. We decided to find somewhere to bivvy and sat on a rocky ridge for a couple of hours till it got light around 7 am.

The schrund was no worries in the light and apart from a steep and exposed part which we negotiated roped for glacier travel we reached the base of Madeline at about 8.30 am. We climbed down out of the wind, which was quite strong and had a good look at the ridge traverse over to Turner's Pass (at the base of the south-east ridge of Tutoko). We decided not to give it a go, as it would probably mean a bivvy high on the southeast ridge, with a dodgy forecast.

We decided to do Madeline instead. This was straightforward and on top Simon even ordered our helicopter flight out for the next day. The traverse to the high peak was interesting and we had great views everywhere, back at Tutoko, into the Darran's, out to Lake Alabaster, Martin's Bay and Big Bay and even over towards the Olivine Ice Plateau.

After getting off Madeline we flagged the rope for the way back, following our tracks from the morning. The sun had come out in the afternoon and the temperature felt like summer. Back at Turner's Biv at 4 pm we were wondering if we should have gone for it. However a northwest storm that night and fresh snow on Tutoko next morning made us feel better about our decision.

Friday April 21 (Good Friday)

We thought we might lose the helicopter and pilot (in running shoes) on the icy Madeline snowfield but he soon had us back at Milford airport. From here it was back to Te Anau and to check the forecast with DOC. A southerly was due late Saturday with fine weather on Sunday. Perfect we thought, we would drive to Cook, tramp into the Beetham valley in the southerly, climb the west ridge of Malte Brun on Sunday and then tramp out on Monday.

After a stop for more food in Omarama we sat at the Tasman shelter eating our dinner and debating whether to charge in tonight and try and climb Malte in one big push. In the end we drove to the end of the Ball Road, after driving round a big boulder on the road and bivvied next to the car.

Saturday April 22

After a leisurely sleep in we set off at around 11am, arriving at Ball Shelter just before midday. We spent a bit of time here reading the logbook before descending down onto the Tasman Moraine. We found a large rock, which served as a good lunch table. Once we hit the white ice of the glacier it stated to rain quite hard and it was quite an unpleasant trip up to the Beetham Valley.

We headed up to the old hut site and were quite glad to set up the assault tent and get out of the rain. It rained all afternoon and night and there was nothing really to do but eat food and catch up on rest.

Sunday April 23

It rained all morning, although not very hard and the Beetham Stream wasn't up very much. That was probably due to snow falling up higher because it cleared a bit around midday and the south face of Malte looked like winter conditions. The weather continued to clear so we decided on an early dinner and then to head up and bivvy somewhere low on the west ridge with our sleeping bags.

We climbed straight out of the valley and hit lots of soft deep snow not too far above our campsite. We continued to climb and sidle westwards until it got dark. We weren't exactly sure where we were but decided to bivvy and head off again early in the morning. We were able to hack out a spot into the mud after clearing away the covering of snow.

Not long after getting into our pits it started to rain and then hail, eventually turning to snow. It dumped quite a bit before clearing around 11 pm. It seemed that our southerly had come through.

Monday April 24 (Easter Monday)

After a cold night we weren't that enthusiastic to get away early. The main divide was nice and clear with an impressive covering of snow but there was still a lot of low cloud hanging around the tops. We went for a bit of a wander in deep snow before turning around and deciding to head back down.

It started snowing on the way down and by the time we got back to the Beetham valley my tent had a nice coating of snow on it. It cleared up down on the glacier and we raced back to Ball Shelter. We met Gotlieb Braun-Elwert leading a group down from Ball Pass who probably shook his head as we ran past him back to the car. Once out of sight we were able to walk again and we met a large group of tourists very impressed with Simon's driving skills getting his car to the end of the road.

The car obviously wasn't that impressed with its treatment as it was a bit of a rough ride back to Christchurch that night. However it got us back to Picton the next day. An interesting trip, it will be good to get some more climbing done next time.


Basic AIC

by Eric Duggan

33 pupils and 11 instructors (of which I was one) headed up too Turoa Ski field on Mount Ruapehu for the Basic Alpine Instruction Course (AIC) on the last weekend of June. Excellent accommodation was provided by Graham at a house in Rangatau, just south of Ohakune. After a bit of excitement involving road cones on State Highway One the van I was driving arrived on Friday night ready for an early wake up next morning.

Caroline had us all out of bed at 5 am, which meant we were up at Turoa Ski field nice and early for an 8 am start. Snow conditions were looking a bit bare down the bottom with the snow line starting half way up the first chair. However the weather was perfect with clear skies and minimal wind. The group I instructed for the weekend consisted of Richie Davies, Ben Clendon, Peter Rowe, Tim Baker and Scott Ryburn.

I started with the basics lower down, walking on snow without an ice axe or crampons. After a bit of a climb we soon reached the ice, which was very hard. Pete did a good job of self-arresting as we practiced walking across an easy-angled slope. It was very good conditions for step cutting and also for cramponing. However the skiing didn't look or sound too good as people tried to scratch their way down the groomed slopes. No one appeared to be venturing off-piste which was bulletproof.

We found a good spot just off the groomed trail to practice self-arresting. With the bullet proof conditions and the amount of rocks exposed there were not too many safe spots. The snow was extremely fast which ensured that you tried to stop as soon as possible. Unfortunately it also meant we were left with quite a few bruises.

As the conditions were perfect for cramponing we strapped them on as soon as possible and headed up the hill. We came across Caroline's group practicing self-arresting and then found Dave's group having lunch. Richie's crampons decided to crap out on him here, something that was to happen a lot down south as well at Arthur's Pass.

After a stop for lunch we headed down to where a frozen waterfall normally forms, but alas this year it was running. There were still some good steep slopes for us to practice cramponing on and also using two tools. There were some steep slopes next to the waterfall, which we had a go at soloing up also. We then met up with the other groups and headed down for the evening.

The next day was perfect weather again and we were up in the car park nice and early again. We walked up to the snow and put on crampons straight away then headed up to the top chairlift. From here we headed west and into a little basin with steep sides and an ugly frozen waterfall at the head of it. The steep sides of the basin provided good opportunities to practice French cramponing on, and also for Richie to lose his crampons again. We then headed back over to above the top chairlift to have a look at a frozen waterfall.

After a bit of an inspection I thought I would have a go at it. I got about half way up to start with but then came back down again. I thought that's no good so had another go. This time Tim was down the bottom taking photos so I thought I'd better finish it off. At the top of it the ice was quite thin and I could see water flowing under it. However it also proved to be quite solid and I topped out ok and was able to quickly walk back down to where I had started.

By this time some Massey Alpine club members had turned up and some of them went up to the top of the waterfall to set up a top rope. One of the guys decided to solo it as well although he took a line further to the right, which I don't think was as clean. We played around a bit more on the side of it and then went and practiced some self-arresting. But not before Pete had took up the offer from Massey to borrow a harness and try the waterfall on top rope.

We stopped for lunch and practiced some more self-arresting as Pete waited for his turn on the waterfall. A few of the other groups also turned up at this stage for a look. Pete eventually got his turn and did quite well for his first time ice climbing. He got all the way to the top with only one small slip and was fairly pleased at the end of it.

After that it was time to head back down the mountain and to clean up the house at Rangatau. The trip back was a fairly dangerous one with the sunglasses out at Woodlands for dinner. It was also a good effort in the van finishing off the final beers between Waterloo Quay and the University. Another good weekend on the mountain.


21 Times to Carkeek

by Eric Duggan

Dave and Joe asked me on the Tuesday night if I wanted to go on a trip to Carkeek. Definitely, I always eat well on trips with Jo and this would be my 20th visit, I thought.

Friday night, and after a stop for food at Paraparaumu we set off from Otaki Forks for Waitewaewae. Graham and Catherine were going into Arete Biv that same weekend and said they would drop us back at the Forks From Ohau Road End. The trip into Waitewaewae was pleasant enough; with a beautiful star it night although it ended with wet boots as we took the river route on the last approach to the hut.

It's a bit of a grunt up onto Shoulder Knob and after a couple of hours we reached the bush-line. This was red line for both Dave and Jo to Junction Knob. The weather on the tops was a bit unpleasant so we made haste over Mt Crawford and onto Nichols Hut for a late lunch. Here we found a large supply of food and firelighters left behind by some hunters who had an accident and had to be flown out. Alistair's (Ruahine Legend) friend Tony Gates had been there straight after the accident a couple of months before and was left a feast of food by the hunters. There was still a pretty good score for us though even after Tony had been through it. The firelighters went well with the bags of coal that Dave had insisted we carry in from the road end.

The track down to Park Forks was followed without too much trouble and we were down at the river late afternoon. The final grunt to Carkeek was finished in the dark. This was Jo's first visit to Carkeek and she took much delight in the fact that she had beaten her father there.

Over dinner at Carkeek I decided to tally up all my visits to Carkeek. I could only come up with 19 visits, much to the amusement of Dave and Jo who made various comments regarding false claims of 20 visits to Carkeek. But after careful analysis I concluded that it was in fact my 21st visit, one better than I thought. We then decided to celebrate the 21st visit in style with a fine meal and very cheap bottle of wine.

Sunday was wet and windy and rather lacking in visibility when we came too Arete Biv. Here we discovered that Graham and Catherine had not in fact visited. What could have happened? After a stop for lunch we headed over Arete and across to Pukematawai, intent on discovering the whereabout of Graham and Catherine. Down at Te Matawai there was still no sign of them. Dave had theories about motels in Levin while I decided to use my cell phone and rung Graham at home. It turned out that Catherine had hurt her ankle up the Ohau River so they had retreated back to Wellington. They would still come and pick us up at the road end. So we raced down to South Ohau and out along the river arriving at the road end just after a dark. Another enjoyable trip to Carkeek and thanks to Graham and Catherine for transport at the end.

As this was my 21st visit to Carkeek I thought bore the shit out of everyone with a detailed breakdown of statistics regarding my trips to Carkeek; average length of trip, kilometers covered, hours in the hill, average speed etc. But instead I've decided to keep it brief. I have been to Carkeek every month now except for July and September (guess that will have to be done next year now), the most popular month for visits is May with 4, and the most popular year was 1996 with 6 visits.


Mid Year at Arthur's Pass

by Eric Duggan

Saturday July 9 at about 8.30 pm the bus dropped my group of June, Ben, Peter, and Richard off at the bridge over the Waimakariri River just past the Bealey Pub. It was a bit of a slog in the dark up the track next to the Waimakariri and we got into Anti-Crow Hut around 10.30 pm in time for a late dinner. There were a couple of hunter's staying at the hut but they didn't mind us keeping them awake with our meal.

The next morning was fine and cold but not too bad considering it was July. Past the Anti-Crow River we descended to the Waimakariri for the first of many cold crossings. Once we reached the sun in the upper valley we stopped for a break and to admire the scenery. The Southern Alps are very impressive at the head of the Waimakariri although all the early season snow had gone and it looked more like a spring coating. It meant no problems for our planned route over to the West Coast, back over Harman Pass and then up to Barker Hut for some climbing.

We left Richie at Carrington and headed up the Waimakariri, with the plan to meet him on Wednesday and go too Barker Hut. The Upper Waimakariri is quite different from the river lower down as here it is a small alpine stream. The scenery is stunning with great view up onto the slopes of Rolleston. Travel further up would be difficult in heavy snow but all we had to worry about was slippery iced up boulders. We didn't encounter any snow until some patches just below Waimakariri Falls Hut, the continuous snow started just above the hut.

Waimak Falls Hut is in a stunning location, a definite 9 out of 10 score. There are great views down valley and across to Mt Murchison, up valley too Waimak Col, and the Main Divide on one side of the valley and Rolleston on the other. That night was Pete's 21st so Ben cooked up a superb meal followed by a great dessert and cake. It was also good to get on the mountain radio and have a talk to the other groups.

Monday was overcast and gray as we headed up from the hut towards Waimak Col. The Waimak River descends through a small gorge above the hut and here we put on crampons and climbed the slopes above it to avoid this obstacle. Above here Ben had some problems with the club crampons but luckily June had a repair kit with her.

We didn't actually climb to the col but sidled round to the side of it, the same route you follow down to the Rolleston River. From here we headed west and climbed up snow slopes towards Mt Armstrong. The cloud was quite thick here and the visibility wasn't too good. But once we got onto the Main Divide it was clear and we could look over into the head of Hunts Creek on the West Coast, our destination for the night. After a quick recce onto Armstrong we descended a steep couloir down towards Hunts Creek. We went one at a time and because of heavy packs down climbed it by front pointing inwards. This took a bit of time going one at a time and we had some fun with rock fall knocking over June and also nearly taking out my pack. Luckily no one was hurt although June was a bit shaken, better than when she's stirred though.

We stopped for lunch in a snow basin at the head of Hunts Creek, a lovely scenic spot. It was a straightforward descent down into Hunts Creek and travel along the bottom of this was made easier up the top of it by large patches of snow. We had good views of the Kelly Range, which was all but bare of snow after a covering of a meter a month ago (according to the Arthur's Pass Mountaineering website).

We stopped for the night about ¼ of the way down the valley and used our tents for the first and only time. We had a great night sitting in the valley floor eating our meal and going to bed once it got dark. It was great to be away from work and camping in a West Coast Valley on a Monday night.

We woke the next morning to steady drizzle and a steep Climb up onto Hunts Ridge. We were a bit confused about where we were up on the ridge but soon found the route down into Dry Creek. This turned out to be very rough with lots of boulders and fallen logs. At one point we could see the Taipo River just below us but it was another hour before we got down to it and stopped for lunch.

It was a walk of about an hour and a half up to Julia Hut where we stayed for the night. Peter, Ben and I followed the route down to the river and the natural hot springs next to the Taipo River. They were quite warm and we tried in vain to bail in cold water from the river. They were very relaxing to soak in though.

It was raining steadily on Wednesday morning as we headed up Mary Creek towards Harman Pass. We had been on the radio with Richie the night before and planned to meet him at the Clough Cableway on the White River. He was going to wait several hours and return to Carrington Hut if we didn't turn up in time.

It was very overcast and misty but travel was easier up the lower reaches of Mary Creek. However near the top at a fork in the creek we followed some poles, which were on a terrace above the creek. We continued past these and onto a steep slope into the mist, which we assumed led to the pass. However at the top of this on one side was a sheer drop and we were forced to climb up through crumbly loose scree slopes, which threatened to give way. At one stage you had to lay back on a boulder, which was about to come loose and then kick steps into loose clay as you held on to tussock above you. We did all this one at a time and it was quite late by the time we got to the top.

It turned out we were northeast of the pass and had to traverse back to it, where we stopped for lunch just below it in the head of the Taipoiti River. We were meant to be with Richie already but raced down the river catching him just after 3pm as he was about to head back to Carrington. He has his full pack with him so we decided to charge onto Barker Hut although it would mean arriving well after dark.

The lower White River was easy travel but it was a bit of a scramble further up climbing up loose terraces onto the remains of a track. Barker Hut sits on top of a big rock outcrop at the head of the river. The track takes you down into a little gorge and then up and under the outcrop. We hit patches of snow here, which luckily weren't frozen. Just before the hut we reached the continuous snow. It was a bit of grunt the last bit as we were struggling to arrive in time for the radio sked, which we just made.

Barker Hut is another excellent location, in a real alpine setting and a very warm and comfortable abode. The forecast was for good weather the next couple of days so we looked forward to Mt Murchison the next day.

Semi-frozen boots the next morning weren't too nice as we headed up behind the hut for Murchison. It didn't take long to hit the sun and it was soon hot work slogging up the White Glacier. Kahutea Col was a bit exposed and very cold in the wind so we ducked round the back and up a steep slope onto the flanks of Murchison. A horrible sastrugi encrusted ridge cut off the summit, so we flagged it away.

It was back down to the col for pictures and to enjoy the views south too Mt Cook and north over Arthur's Pass. Mt Harper, the destination for the next day looked especially appealing. We raced back down the White Glacier and were back on the hut balcony before lunch. This meant we were able to dry our boots and socks in the sun and also the wet tents. Since we had nothing else to do we decided to have a cooked lunch and spend the afternoon playing 500.

That night was drama on the radio as we heard about Kathryn's ankle and all the behind the scenes action from the Mountain Radio men.

We were up again early next morning and headed directly across from the hut and up the couloir to White Col, nowhere near as steep as it looked. Ben had decided to stay behind and do the dishes as he wasn't too keen on the look of Harper. Dry boots certainly made a big difference from the day before. From the col we climbed a little rock step and sidled round into the shade and onto some very icy slopes. This didn't look too good so we decided to traverse the bump next to White Col instead and we were back at the hut for another cooked lunch. This consisted of everything Richie had left for dinner and set like glue in our stomachs.

As we played 500 again that afternoon and June read her book I kept on heading outside and having a look at Harper. It was such a nice afternoon that in the end Richie, Ben, and I had to go for it leaving at about 3.15 pm. It was only 15 minutes to White Col and then up the rock step. From here we went straight up the ridge, which had one small section of steep two-tool front pointing before flattening out into a walk again.

From the ridge we headed round into a basin and then up steep snow slopes towards the top. Ben decided to stop here while Richie and I continued round the ridge to the summit. However the ridge was all ice encrusted like on Murchison so we traversed under it on steep and thin snow cover before getting onto the ridge again and onto the summit just after 5 pm. Not before Richie's club crampons decided to try and detach themselves half way across the traverse though. There were great views down into the Waimak River with the setting sun above it. In the couple of minutes the sun had been off the slope the snow had hardened up a lot. Once safely off the top we literally ran down to just above White Col, descending 400m in 15 minutes. Further crampons problems held us up and we down climbed the steep part just as it got dark. It was a bit longer back to the hut as once again Richie's crampons kept on slipping off. We were back just in time for the sked so missed out on June and Peter telling everyone what heroes we were still being out climbing in the dark.

We got up the earliest all trip on Saturday with Ben dragging us down the valley for the rugby, no doubt ?? Strangely enough it seemed warmer in the White Valley early in the morning than down at the Waimak for lunch. This time we stuck to the middle of the riverbed and made good time on the big slog back to the main road. We passed under the bridge rather than risk traffic on the road and emerged up at the pub at about 3pm.

Adrian's group was already at the pub so we settled in for pool and beer drinking while we waited for the rugby at 10 pm. We were the only one's there besides a few random's but soon Caroline and Dave's group arrived including a hobbling Kathryn much to the delight of Ben. Hannah, Tess, and Anna arrived a bit later after deciding to walk down from Arthur's Pass. Only Chris' group didn't make it.

It turned out to be a classic night with Pete and I ruling the pool table for a long time. The black singlet turned out to be handy in jumping the queue at the bar. I had a good conversation with some snow boarders and some hunters. Then there was the crazy Reinhold Messner look alike American at the bar, fresh from his solo ascent of Avalanche Peak. He wanted to know if we had skied Harper or not. "Hey man, did you guys ski Harper" he said, "I hear Camp Spur is good". We had to let him down but Richie enthused him with talk of the good skiing up in Khandallah and Wadestown in Wellington. It was also a good win for the All Blacks.

The next morning we all had a big cook up at the Pub after camping down outside their chalets. I think Ben might have had a bit too drink as he wasn't looking too good.

It's a good place Arthur's Pass and in a real winter our trip would have been a real mission.


Northern Tararuas 26 May - 28 May

by Richard Davies

Club trip to the Northern Tararuas scheduled, but a distinct lack of keenness for the weekend trip, lots of interest in a Sunday day trip. Eventually three keen types appeared, Ben, Jo and Simon. The physio thought it would be a good idea to test my sore knee out so I put my name down too.

Friday night saw the boring cruise up to Herepai Hut, a stunningly clear night and we flirted with the idea of pushing on to Dundas that night. Herepai was in nice condition so we ended up stopping there at about 10.00.

Next day was cold but clear. Ruapae provided nice views of a fog covered Putara valley and a patchwork of fog across the Wairarapa. The pace quickened as we headed down into and back out of the deep saddle between East and West Peaks. Between Walker and Pukemoremore Simon began to have problems with cramp, so he decided to stop at Dundas. Jo and I left Ben and Simon at Dundas Hut at midday and headed on for Arete Biv. Lunch under the trig on Dundas and the whole West Coast was under a sea of cloud. Dundas sat above the sea of white, but it boiled through the saddles in a display reminiscent of the cover of the Tararua parkmap. We carried on to the Biv, my knee was a bit sore so I headed in to put my feet up while Jo dashed up Arete.

A truly delightful evening, and Arete shelf is surely one of the best spots in the Tararuas to be on such an evening. Sunday we set off along Bannister Ridge, my knee was pretty sore, but fantastic views compensated the slow pace. Some of the spurs off Bannister Ridge into the Waingawa look worthy of an exploration one day. We could see Ben and Simon back on Dundas Ridge following us. Cattle Ridge seemed to drag on and the deep saddle was a wearying obstacle, but soon enough we were at Cattle Ridge Hut for a late lunch. Just above the Hut a pounding of feet indicated that Ben had charged Cattle Ridge and finally caught up. Simon followed a wee way back.

A very slow descent owing to the shaky and sore knee, and then the depressing slog out from Roaring Stag to the car.

A rather unnecessarily long day - 15 hours when 7-8 would have been more appropriate, but the sun was on our backs and great views and great company made it still an enjoyable trip.

PS Don't do long trips with injuries, its slow. Very, very slow. People will get very very frustrated. There could be tension. Further, no matter how much you hope, a long time spent walking on the affected part does not cure it. It will hurt, lots. But you knew that anyway.

Crew were
Jo Hoare
Ben Clendon
Simon Peterson
Richard Davies - scribe


Dracophyllum Knob 21 July - 23 July

by Richard Davies

Dracophyllum Knob in the Tararuas, a fantastic spot that is very rarely visited, but is well worth the walk. In February DOC helicoptered out the old Biv which was a little decrepit and not very water resistant and dropped in a nice new shiny one to replace it. Myself, Dave and Hannah decided an investigation of it was in order.

As we discussed the forecast on the drive up (very necessary for a cricket discussion to follow) Hannah decided to reveal that she didn't bring a jacket. Not a problem only a forecast for three days of rain. Pak 'n' Save and Council Rubbish bags with a little ingenuity thrown in and voila! a sleeveless waterproof walking rubbish bag was produced.

Friday we headed up to Waiopehu Hut in the rain. Saturday and we set off for Drac Biv, pouring rain meant a good chance to talk cricket which we did - lots. A pretty uneventful yet strangely wet and uncomfortable walk got us to the bush edge just beyond Butchers Knob, then once we were in the trees it seemed to drag on a bit, but eventually we reached Dracophyllum Knob and the Biv. The Biv was great, as befitting such an illustrious spot, and we didn't take long to get into dry clothes and into pit, to talk about ..... cricket. We listened to the rain hammering down on the roof enjoying the new paint smell that still pervaded the Biv. A check of the logbook saw only 4 other parties had been there since it was installed and we were the first party to stay the night in it.

We had harboured hopes of dropping down into the Otaki from Kelleher and then climbing Murray Creek spur to visit Oriwa Ridge Biv on the way out, but a night of heavy rain and a general feeling of unkeenness saw us reluctant to get down to the Otaki and find it uncrossable.

We set off back the way we came, and on Butchers Knob the mist lifted a little and we got a peak up the upper Park River. A trip there looks a must this summer. Lunch at Te Matawai Hut again, something Dave in particular is turning into a habit, then we plodded out down Gable End Ridge. The best weather of the whole trip was encountered as we crossed the paddocks back to the car.

Disappointing to not get to Oriwa Ridge, especially as from what we could see the rivers didn't seem to be up. But a good trip nonetheless. A fine part of the Tararuas visited, and a detailed analysis of cricket form conducted.

Cricket pundits were
Dave Hodson
Hannah McGregor
Richard Davies - Scribe


Night Owls

by Richard Davies

9 April

Tuesday morning dawns bright and beautiful, I meet Ben and Peter on the library 8th floor and we gaze longingly at Mt Hector standing proud in clear skies. A plan is hatched, after the club meeting we will head up to Otaki dash over to Alpha Hut and be back in time for my 8.30 Property Law lecture.

We left at about 9pm but spent a bit of time watching Ben have dinner at his place in Eastbourne, and its not until 11.30 that we head off from the forks, Alpha looks unlikely.

Its a bit of a plod to Field Hut but it only takes us 90 minutes, we try to step up the pace a bit and its only another 90 minutes till we're at Kime Hut, half an hour later we're on top of Mt Hector. Its 3.00am and very windy but still clear and we stop between Hector and Field peak to enjoy the views of the lights of the Hutt Valley. We set off again to charge back to the car, things are going well till Peters batteries run out, we stop and change them, then Bens run out, we stop and change them, then mine run out. I don't have spares - Bugger. Still 2 lights between three should be ample, then Peters run out again - Bugger. Progress is very slow from then on, taking two hours from Field Hut back to the car park, jarring knees and ankles in the dark.

We find a source of light just out of the trees - unfortunately it is the dawn. Back to the car at seven. A seven and a half hour round trip, slowed considerably by darkness. Property Law looks unlikely, as it is I miss the 9.30 lecture as well, but go to my afternoon classes to catch up on sleep.

A good trip and a good excuse for skipping lectures, it set the scene for other 'midnight southern' attempts later in the year. I'd definitely recommend a nice week night as a good time to tramp, there's no other people and its very peaceful. Just take spare batteries.

Night owls were
Peter Rowe
Ben Clendon
Richard Davies - Scribe