I was soon in bed trying very hard to convince myself that I was enjoying the Te Araroa. I just needed to get fitter and stronger and faster and thinner to make the days easier and more enjoyable. Also I needed to learn how to take the correct route.
About 10pm the wind came up and blew a gale all night. I had to go out to replace a peg at one stage but my tent held up well even if I got hardly any sleep. The boys had both had collapsed tents and bent poles.
I left camp about 9 am as the wind had died down. Today I was determined that the day would be better and I would double check at every turn I made and in between. I would be going over a high exposed ridge for a couple of hours and would not have wanted to be up there in that wind. Unlike my recent Wellngton wind experience this kind of terrain would not be so forgiving
Uphill for about 2.5 hours part of it through some really dense prickly bushes. I swore that I would pay for someone to cut this back if I won a big lotto. I was sporting some good scratches when I finally got through and onto the tops. There I could see that the boys were still in their tents.
I climbed up and up with about 6 false summits but beautuful views back to the coast and where I had started 9 as ago.
By the end of today I would have walked 185km.
This was to be a short and easy day. My friend, Kate Mckay, would not agree though. I even had time to take photos of plants for the Lockwood ladies to look at.
The rest of the 4.5 hours was spent going downhill through very messy bush with a few muddy patches. I do wish they would sweep up all the little branches that fall down.
Cam passed me just before I reached the hut but he was going to go onto the next hut, as was Okan.
I had planned to have a restful afternoon catching up on some sleep and resting my body. Nice little hut but a few mosquitoes and sandflies to deal with first.
The long drop toilet without a seat must be the worst on the Araroa. It wa so bad that I couldn’t even take a photo of it. They do provide a shovel in case trampers would rather dig a hole in the bush.
I hadn’t stayed here last time as I was faster and fitter and stronger and thinner by the time I reached here having walked 2,800km.
I had the hut to myself which meant I could spread out my gear and sleep in peace.
It rained from about 7pm until about 1am so I had a sleep in ease there was a river to cross about 100 metres from the hut. I wanted to give it time to go down to a safe level to cross.
Another day done.