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| John on Parks Peak ridge. Main Ruaine range in background with Makaroro valley between |
17 December 2017
Parks Peak hut
Early evening
Robb Kloss
John Nash
How many times now have I sat here at the table in this hut
and stared across the high mountain meadow towards the Makaroro valley and the
distant main Ruahine range? At the end of the meadow lies the location of the
old Parks Peak hut, a miserable and leaking little hut with a cranky wood
stove. Yet how I loved that place. In a few years now only those whom
had been there will even know it was there at all. This “new hut” which I sit
in now could hardly be considered any longer as new. It is coming up quickly on
ten years old. And memories of many visits over that span make me realize I
have spent as much time in this new hut as I did at the place I gaze wistfully
across the meadow upon.
I am here with John on the first day of our week long summer
roam in the Ruahine, the 17th such summer wander. It was a very hot
day on a ridge the hut map describes as “very long, and very arduous.” John and
I both agree that is a very apt description. Perhaps the word “gruelling” could
be added for additional effect. I have never arrived in my many trips along it
to not be tiredly thrilled to see this meadow come into view and with it the
little orange roof of the old hut or the white one of this more spacious
accommodation at the other end of the meadow. Yet the pain of walking and
climbing up the ridge is always tempered by the sheer beauty of it. The rewards
of the climb apparent in the emergence of the mosses and lichen, the stunted
tawhairauriki, the far off views of the distant main Ruahine range and finally
the tupare, leatherwood, and knowing the upper reaches are at hand and that hut
roof and mountain meadow not too far away.
There is a shadow hanging over me. There is a lingering and
familiar pain in my left hip, the one that wasn’t replaced. One that reminds me
of perhaps what lies ahead, and also an incessant tapping on my shoulder of
time and my ability to travel in these places. So in the dull pain I am also
aware of being present and mindful of each moment I have in the mountains. It
is not a combination I would choose but my companion none the less.
John naps peacefully as I scribble these words in between
thoughts. Soon I will begin preparing our tea of green beans, mushroom, garlic
and satay noodles. Even now the memories of a day on that “long and arduous”
ridge fade into the sunset and comfort of arriving at such a place as
this.
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| Parks Peak hut at Sunrise |
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| Cloud gathering over the main Ruahine range |
18 December 2017
Upper Makaroro hut
Late morning
I arrived here an hour or so ago, and not long after came
John. We enjoyed our descent from the upper ridge down to the river on our own.
Yesterday was blazing hot and cloudless. Overnight the wind blew in in fierce
gales shaking the hut, and it still blows hard overhead though we are
relatively protected here on the bottom of the narrow valley. From the track
head on Parks Peak ridge the main range, our goal for the day, was smothered in
layers of fluorescent bruise coloured rolling cloud and mist. It did not look
inviting. Even dropping into the magical glowing forest and big trees the wind
still howled through with an ominous feel. John’s thoughts obviously mirrored
mine on his walk as by the time we had boiled the billy and made our first cup
of tea we had decided to stay in the lovely confines of Upper Makaroro hut and
the river. The beauty, I guess, of our flexible travel plans and having time
built in. Older legs combined with experience can indeed make good decisions.
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| Upper Makaroro hut |
Late Afternoon: The wind still swoops over the valley,
occasionally reaching a probing gust down to our level, as if to remind us of
its presence, and also validate our decision earlier today. John and I have
gathered a bit of firewood and rendered it up not quite deciding yet on a fire
thought the temperature is steadily dropping. We have spent today just being
here in the moment. It has been good to catch up on what is going on in our
lives, with our families, with our jobs, with each other. And always a pleasure
to find that even though we have not seen each other in almost a year there is
an easy comfort in each others presence. A friendship that has evolved with
proper portions of recalling old memories mixed equally in always advancing the
relationship through what is relevant now, be it an easy subject or a difficult
one. We are also comfortable in silence or traveling alone and meeting up along
the way out here in the mountains. So though today has mostly been a hut day I
smile at the discovery the roots of our friendship have been watered and
nourished…. Ma roto hoki kia ora! Ka pai te korero! - Let us refresh ourselves
and the conversation will be good.
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| Stunted tawhairaunui forest on Totara spur |
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| Now on main range looking back to Parks Peak ridge |
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| Main Ruahine range turnoff. Windy and cold! |
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| South on main range. Kylie spur is just above the tarn. We took shelter out of the wind by the tarn and changed our plans. |
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| Tarns on the tops. |
19 December 2017
Kylie biv on main Ruahine range
Mid-afternoon
We are cosily ensconced in the modest confines of Kylie
bivvy. There is pretty much room for the two of us and a bit of gear. However
any negative reflections on our accommodation are eliminated by the fact we are
out of the howling and near gale force winds – and the reason this little dog
box hut is here. Being on the tops in this type of wind is not pleasant and
possibly very dangerous. We climbed up Totara spur from Upper Makaroro and
arriving to fierce winds on the open tops decided to battle along and trust
conditions might improve. They did not. After battling and fighting the cold
wind for almost two hours we were happy to drop down the spur off the tops to
here and more thankful to find this little shelter. Every few minutes a gust
finds its way down the spur and rattle and shakes this tiny box with ferocity.
We will just have to re-assess and see if the winds die down and head back to
the tops and camp. That was the plan. The Ruahine do not seem to care a lot for
our plans so far. So this little box suits us just fine.
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| Looking north on main range and head waters of Makaroro valley. |
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| Kylie bivvy. A steep drop down off the spur. |
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| The loo. |
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| Kylie biv. |
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| Home sweet home. John reading the hut book. |
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| Cozy! |
Early Evening:
Our new tiny abode now feels lived in with a bit of our gear
strewn about and a wee nap. The wind still howls over and from time to time the
darkening clouds let loose with a brief rain shower. This is our home for the
night and what it lacks in ambiance and comfort is made up for in its location
and mere presence. Not to mention possibly the finest outdoor mountain loo in
the Ruahine.
The hut book here goes back over 20 years and the book is
less than half full. I was surprised and delighted to see my own name there
from 2003. I was here with my American friend Mike (Gyro) for a day trip up
from Upper Makaroro. I was much younger and far fitter. I can recall from
looking at my entry that the pen left then had run out and all I was able to write were our names. So tonight, over 14 years later, I finished our entry and added
a new one. It seems quite fitting. I ponder again how long these mountains will
allow my presence. This lingering pain in my left hip continues to tap upon my
shoulder. To see that entry in a seldom visited place makes me smile. My legs
carried me here. I am indeed older, slower and not much wiser perhaps, but I am
here. The little dog box has just taken on a wee bit more ambiance.
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| John emerging from Kylie spur back onto the tops. It was dark cloud and suddenly the sun just burst through. |
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| Back along the main range. |
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| On the tops. |
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| Back into the forest. |
20 December 2017
Upper Makaroro
Late morning
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| Makaroro river above the hut. |
20 December
Late Afternoon
After a late morning siesta awoke to find the sun shining,
and while the winds were still heard over head, in the cocoon of the valley all
was well. We walked up river for an hour or so to stretch our legs and hoping
to spot a whio. We had no luck with the whio but spotted quite a few big trout
and found a beautiful little pool to dive into and carry on our summer
tradition. The water was ice cold but highly invigorating. As always it is such
a pleasure to just amble along a pristine mountain river and just enjoy each
new bend, the sounds of its music, and the quality of such moments. How lovely
to reflect upon my time here, the fact the proposed dam far down river where it
leaves the mountains will not proceed. Places like this are taonga, treasures,
and need to be treasured in turn. To quote Edward Abbey, “..We need wilderness
whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may
never need to go there.”
As I sit here on the old smooth worn surface of the ancient
tawhairanui log listening to the river, eating cashews, and having a wee dram
of Glen Morangie I lift my tin cup to those wise words.
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| Swimming hole. |
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| Upper Makaroro from Parks Peak spur. John outside hut. |
21 December
Upper Makaroro
6:00 am
1 degree Celsius
Upper Makaroro
6:00 am
1 degree Celsius
It is dawn. Though it will be a long while yet before the Suns warmth reaches the narrow valley high above me. I have no real reason to be up so early. Our days travel up the grunty spur will take no more than 3 hours and we have all day. Yet as I sit here and sleepily come to life so it seems do the mountains. Even the endless flow and song of the river seems muted and hushed. And I smile knowing these are truly my favourite moments of all in the Ruahine. My cup of strong coffee, bundled up to ward off the damp cold, and my mind and body feel suddenly alert, aware, and in tune. The possibilities that lie ahead exciting and endless.
The steam rolls off my breath and will until the sun appears and the chilly morning dew will rise and evaporate just like my own presence here. Yet this moment, right now, shall remain like a lingering wisp of that dew.
This is now our 5th day in the mountains. Aside from our own company we have yet to see another soul. Now truly operating on mountain time. Moving with a deliberate pace and action even when seemingly doing little at all. Any burdens exist only in our individual dark places. The mountains bring light and the promise of a new day.
This is now our 5th day in the mountains. Aside from our own company we have yet to see another soul. Now truly operating on mountain time. Moving with a deliberate pace and action even when seemingly doing little at all. Any burdens exist only in our individual dark places. The mountains bring light and the promise of a new day.
Kia hora te marino
Kia whakapapa pounamu te moana
Hei huarahi maa taatou i te rangi nei
Aroha atu aroha mai
Taatou i a taatou katoa
Haumie hui e Taiki e!
Kia whakapapa pounamu te moana
Hei huarahi maa taatou i te rangi nei
Aroha atu aroha mai
Taatou i a taatou katoa
Haumie hui e Taiki e!
May peace be widespread
May the sea be like greenstone
A pathway for us all day
Let us show respect for each other
For one another
Bind us together!
May the sea be like greenstone
A pathway for us all day
Let us show respect for each other
For one another
Bind us together!
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| Afternoon tea on Parks Peak ridge. |
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| Not bad. Not bad at all! |
21 December 2017
Parks Peak hut...evening
A beautiful day has emerged. Walked up on my own through the mystical like forest. Although grueling and mostly relentless in its climb, there are some truly magic places, full of energy and wairua, (spirit), within it. A good place to check the measure of my own wairua. I arrived at the top of the spur tired but smiling so I take that as a good sign. I stare once again out the window at the mountain meadow. These past 5 days have unfolded on their own terms. John and I have merely reacted to the gifts we have been given.
We went out to the track head over looking the valley for our final afternoon tea. Olives, cheese, salami, and a wee final dram to toast the Ruahine, and each other. We have been traveling in these mountains together for over 20 years, and for 17 of them doing trips like this every summer. There is a very solid rightness to that. We must be doing something correct.
Kia Kaha, Kia Maia, Kia Manawanui - Be Strong, Be Steadfast, Be Willing
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| Misty days bring out the best on this ridge. Magical. |
22 December 5:30 am
I am once again up early. John still sleeps soundly. The weather has turned once again to grey cloud and mist. I can hardly see the meadow outside the window in the early morning dawn. I look out with an equal degree of joy and melancholy. The joy is soon seeing Tara, my sons, my moko and his momma - my whanau, family. And also joy in that I get another 5-6 hours to wander down this Ruahine ridge knowing she is at her best on just such days as this. The melancholy comes from knowing the meander will carry me to the road end. Another trip finished. How many do I have left? My heart still sings with youthful vigour for these mountains, yet six days of travel tell my legs truths I also need to acknowledge. The coffee tastes good, and I am still smiling. Just enjoy the ridge and the moment Robb...just enjoy.
Kia ora John
Kia ora Tara
Kia ora Tony (Tara's dad who came to pick us up)
Kia ora Ruahine!
Arohanui,
Robb
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| John on Parks Peak ridge. One of the less arduous parts. :) |
