Tramping, Tales, Training and Travails
"You better run if you want to get your plane – but you can't take your pack". The start of this long-awaited tramp with my Dad was a real cock-up. Sarah pops over to give me a ride to the airport. We have hours before we have to leave, and we spend it leisurely. Too leisurely;... Continue Reading →
Aorangi Forest Park sits at the southern-most tip of the North Island. It's a steep area of forest, more popular with hunters than trampers. Given the weather this long weekend, it was suggested this might be the spot. The boffins got together, organised two groups of four and a route with a car swap, and we were... Continue Reading →
Soaked to the bone, off-plan and hitting the wall - tramping plans don't always work out. This three night mid-winter jaunt in the Ruahine range was one such rain soaked occasion, and my second ever tramp. The Ruahine Ranges stretch from the top of the Tararua's, splitting Hawkes Bay from the Manawatu. Sarah has her eyes... Continue Reading →
I have longed to explore the Tararua ranges since my early 20s, but through a lack of knowledge, company and the semi-regular deaths-of-the-ill-prepared, they have remained out of reach. Not anymore! This entry covers my first tramp - the Southern Crossing. Often snow-covered in winter, the Tararua Ranges are a seductive untamed wilderness so close... Continue Reading →
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