Sunday 15 July 2018

Totara Flats

"So I've started out
for God knows where
I guess I'll know
when I get there"
-Tom Petty

'Twas a fine winter's morn in the Town of Alice.  As I wound my way across the Remutaka's, it turned out that the morning was also fine in the Wairarapa. It was also winter there, too.
What's more, the peaks of the Tararuas were entirely free from cloud.

And so it was that we set of from the Holdsworth carpark at 12:30 in some remarkably fine weather. Following the Holdsworth Highway, we hoofed it along the flat, slowing down a little when the track starts climbing toward rocky lookout. Plenty of other people and dogs out for a walk in the woods too.
 
The track is wide and well graded, although the gravel is a little washed out in places. The gradient is, by Tararua standards, gentle, but that didn't stop us finding it embarassingly difficult. After about 70 minutes we arrived at the rocky lookout, and soaked up the view for a few minutes before resuming our something-between-plod-and-stride toward the Holdsworth-Totara Flats junction.



5km and 2hr 10 min after starting, we reached the junction, and had a nice rest on the seats there. Eventually mustering the emotional fortitude to heft our packs back onto our shoulders, we split off from the Holdsworth Highway in the direction of Totara Flats Hut. Straight away the track reverts to the mud and roots of a typical Tararua track. The next ~1.5 km of track is a mess of rutted clay, loose rocks, slippery roots and mud, and quite slow going - taking us about an hour.
The track then turns sharply to the south - the point where are newer track (cut a few years back) diverges from the old Totara Creek track.
This part of the track is pretty good, and very flat for a decent portion of it. The only inconveniences were the odd fallen tree across the track.
About 8km and 4 hours from the start, the track begins to head down a spur toward Totara Creek. After descending most of the way down the spur, the track a stream (bridged), and sidles at a gentler gradient along the side of the hill, gradually descending further until reaching the swing bridge across Totara Creek. By the time we reached the bridge it was about 5:30 pm, and about as dark as it was going to get. We'd been using headlamps for almost half an hour and relied entirely on them for the last k or so to the hut. Just before the hut, a notorious swing bridge crosses the Waiohine River - an interesting experience in the dark, but at least it wasn't windy. We reached the hut right on 6pm, 5hr 34 min and 11.1 km from the carpark.
(Side note: at the time, the GPS track log had recorded 13km, but having imported it to my computer, am now told by MemoryMap it was 11.1km).


Totara Flats is a spacious, tidy hut, which we shared with two other people. I awoke the next morning to frost on the grass and a misty rain hanging in the air.
After breakfast and a clean-up, we headed out just after 9 am.




View from the swing bridge

As is to be expected, the track was much nicer in the daylight. Soon enough, we'd arrived at the Totara Creek swing bridge.




The climb soon had tired knees protesting, but we trudged onward, passing through some pretty nice forest.





About 1hr 45 min/2.7km, the track mercifully leveled out. Once again, the travel across the ridge was flat and relatively easy going - not to mention, very scenic.

After 4.4km/2.5hr we had reached the point where the track turns to shit and heads back up the the Holdsworth Highway.





It was about 1:15pm when we reached the junction. After another of many breaks, we hoofed down the track back toward rocky lookout, getting there 30 mins later. Had it not been for our various aches and pains, this would've been a very easy final stretch. As it was, we still managed to make decent time.

After a more-or-less uneventful amble down the hill, we were back at the carpark by 20 to 3, 5hr and 20 minutes after leaving the hut.


12.6km somehow becomes 11km once the data has been imported into MemoryMap
Map:
GPS recorded track from inbound trip in red.
GPS Altitude Profile:

Vaguely Dangerous Wilderness:



Sunday 8 July 2018

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

"And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall"


-Bob Dylan

Rain it did, and hard it most certainly was. From the moment we started walking and all through the night it absolutely poured down. Boy-oh-boy did it pour.
This wasn't entirely unexpected, mind you - there was a severe weather warning for the Tararuas - and yet, there we were, trudging our way up the Mangatainoka valley, on our annual mid-winter pilgrimage to Herepai Hut.

The track was, naturally, quite waterlogged (but then again, when isn't it?), but at this point the water was still excluded from our jackets and packs so our spirits weren't overly dampened by the time we reached the second swingbridge (about 2km from the start).


Part way up the slog toward the Roaring Stag-Herepai junction, the track more-or-less became a creek, and remained in that state most of the way to the hut, interspersed with the odd dryer section. In parts, the mud along the ridge to Herepai was well over ankle deep, and the water off the track-creek infiltrated our boots on multiple occasions. It also became apparent that the rain had managed to get inside my jacket by this point, and we were both entirely soaked.

At the viewpoint just before the hut, which normally affords a nice view over the Ruapae Stream, we were confronted with a swirling wall of white and grey.
After a long 3.5 hours, we reached the hut, and there was much rejoicing. You can never truly appreciate a roof until you've spent hours outside getting soaked to the skin.
Unsurprisingly, we never managed to get the fire going well enough to actually put out any heat (even with the help of some bellows I brought and donated to the hut), so our walking clothes were both cold and wet the next morning. At least we had booze and hot food.

The wind raged through the night, and the rain continued to fall, heavy as ever. Mercifully, the rain had mostly abated by the time we left the hut in the morning, but a heavy shroud of mist still hung over the hills.




The track wasn't a creek any more, though there was still an abundance of mud and surface water.
When we reached the swingbridge, we could see that the river was looking a lot more wild than yesterday. 
The Mangatainoka river, with it's turgid brown water and rapids capped with an off-white foam, made for a noisy companion on the final stretch toward the road.




We were back at the carpark after just under 3 hours, having thoroughly enjoyed the tramp in spite of the shitty weather, but still incredibly glad to be returning to warm and dry of home.
Map with GPS track

GPS altitude profile (inbound)