The first order of business was to get to our safety briefing with the Taumarunui Canoe Company. This mainly involved showing us pictures of things we will run into (preferably not) on the Whanganui journey.
After that we went back into town and started for Owhango and the beginning of the 42nd Traverse.
The day was magnificent with clear skies, views of Mt Doom, and snow on Ruapehu.
To hot for me to be walking on the road though. At the Owhango 39 Café I drank a ginger beer, peach drink, and a powerade in quick succession before I felt normalish.
Thus far it looks like the 42nd Traverse will be a lot easier than expected. What was in the notes a 3 to 4 day hike is looking like it will be a 2 day hike. That sort of screws up the planning somewhat but since I have booked the river journey already there is little I can do about it now.
It should improve my odds of surviving the 42nd Traverse though as we have passed 3 goat and 3 deer hunters so far.
The piece of string they give you at the canoe briefing isn’t for people who fidget. It’s for holding your sunglasses on.
Don’t buy fruit for your canoe journey that you won’t start until a week later.
Once you get out of Taumaranui you’ll go through a town called Piriaka. At the end under the bluff is the town water supply from a spring. You can help yourself.
The notes are sometimes a little dubious when it comes to track times.
Incredibly foggy in Taumarunui this morning. Probably didn’t lift until 8:30am. Just to mix things up I decided to hire a car and go up to Taupo to track down Grandpa’s grave and have some KFC with him.
Some things went well and some things didn’t.
I managed to pick up Ken who had fallen down a bank and got a stick in the eye. There was some bruising. He didn’t need to go to hospital though. We also picked up his resupply box. I haven’t done any resupply boxes so that was quite interesting.
The council in Taupo were extremely helpful and gave me a map to Grandpa’s grave. He and Flora are well looked after in the RSA section.
On the unwell side my navigational skill in the central north island are shady at best and I ended up driving a full circuit of Lake Taupo. Also, I got his name wrong calling him Jack instead of John and by this time I was a bit flustered so I forgot the KFC. I hang my head in shame….
I did manage to visit Huka Falls for Danny though, and we booked our trip down the Whanganui so the day wasn’t a complete write off.
Dad told me Abby died. Very sad.
Taumarunui is divided by railway tracks into rich and poor.
Left Bog Inn and headed for the next hut at 1003kms. Lots of fallen trees to walk around. And by trees, I mean big trees. Massive Rimu mostly.
Made it there at about 2:00pm and had barely sat down when a gaggle of school children and their associated teachers appeared. Definitely time to go.
After looking at the map I realised that if I went down another track I could skip the 32kms of road walking at the end of the forest which turned out to be a good decision as I got a lift after about half an hour straight there.
So, 27kms walked, the 1000km mark passed, a little bit of cheating, not much guilt, four less hamburgers in the world.
If you can’t find the trail backtrack until your last marker and try again.
You get lonely but then you run into a group of people and you get going.
Sometimes my map reading is shady. Taumaranui was only supposed to be 20km from where I hit the road and instead it was 100km.
New Zealand is a small place. I was picked up by a friend of the people who own the airline that flies to Great Barrier.