Wednesday 28 March 2012

There and back again to see how long we can take

21-22 January 2012


Field Hut, Otaki Forks road end, Tararua Forest Park

Team: Me, Clinton (co-lead), Mark, Jo, Anita, Maarten, Maren, Debbie, Shannon

Originally scheduled to be a 3-day weekend Southern Crossing trip, things went a little differently, which wasn't overly surprising given that it was my first attempt at a Southern Crossing, and it took about 6 attempts to get the Jumbo-Holdsworth completed after similarly many years of wanting to!

We left Wellington early on a Saturday, to an interesting weather report, and one punter down at short notice. We spent a while trying to repack Clintons gear at the road end, to see if he could leave any behind, failed and started walking. It was hot and muggy and we knew we had a solid slog up the hill ahead of us to get to our target for the night - Kime Hut.

Take a moment

Jo and I quickly fell to the back, finding both the climb and the heat strenuous. After a while, we gave most of the others their head and I left Clinton in charge of them while Mark, Jo and I wandered up at our own pace to meet them at Field Hut.


Recognising my weakness, and unwilling to drag the rest of the party down, I decided to tell the others that I was not continuing on the crossing, and would instead return to Otaki Forks the next day before collecting them on Monday afternoon at the Kaitoke end. Given Marks lack of excitement over the trip, I assumed he would want to join me (which he did), and after a good discussion sitting around at Field Hut in the sunshine, Anita and Jo also decided to stay.

Field Hut (21:366)  Rest

We shuffled some gear around to ensure those heading off had essentials such as first aid kits, cooking gear and food, plus the locator beacon and then saw them off. Thank goodness for a group that included no-one new to tramping, because Clinton realised about 35 minutes further along that he couldn't make it either, and so 5 of us stayed at Field Hut that Saturday night.

Line up

There is nothing quite like chilling out in the sunshine at a tramping hut. The peace, the excuse to do absolutely nothing, its all fantastic. We shared the hut with about 6 others, which meant that there was enough body warmth to not need to light the fire. Dinner was great, we threw everything we had into it to avoid carrying it out, and gave the leftovers to one of the blokes in the other party.

Field Hut Fog

Sunday morning we woke wrapped in misty fog, with the wind gusts throwing occasional shots of rain at the hut. A great morning for a long sleep-in. Up late by club standards (we ate breakfast about 8.30am), we dallied in the hut until lunchtime so that we could be back at the road end as close to 5.30pm as possible for our pick up.

Morning  Drying off

The walk back down was hard in its own way - the bottom half of it a lot like coming down from Powell Hut, smooth and reasonably steep, it seemed easier to run, which we didn't want to do. We all got down in good time, and with about an hour to spare before Pete was due to return to collect us, so we turned left before the bridge and went in to Parawai Lodge, so we could have a brew and sit down to a couple of games of cards while we waited.

As soon as we got there, it poured with rain. Seriously bucketed down. It had started trying to rain on our last bit of the walk (we had studiously ignored it, heads down, follow the track, get to shelter), but wow, that was some epic rain!

Rain web   And then, at last, the rain set in (22:366)

Pete was waiting at the carpark when we wandered out at 5.30pm, and we were all home in good time. On Monday I took the van back out to Kaitoke to collect the others, who had made it all the way across without any issues, and who had seen snow at Alpha hut that morning.

Field hut

Southern Crossing