Some small amount of cheating may have occurred during this day….perhaps not cheating. That might be a bit to harsh, but a definite aversion to road walking took preeminence.
James dropped us off at the trail head which saved us 8kms of road walking but the trail was only 4.5kms long so after an hour or so we were looking at another 13kms of road walking so we hitched a ride to Pataua North and started from there.
This turned out to be a good decision as it lined us up with the tide for walking both the Taiharuru River estuary crossing and, after summiting Kauri Mountain, the walk down Ocean Beach to Bream Head.
Bream Head is very steep and has many steps. Right now I am 857 steps down from the main trail at Peach Cove Hut. We have disturbed a group of young people (2 male, 1 female), I patched one of them up (cut finger), and soon I will keep them awake by snoring loudly. Currently they are all sitting very quietly in the hut with the door closed.
Tomorrow we cross by boat to Marsden Point.
Just before you get to the estuary there is an old house with a red and white flag flying. This is the United Tribes flag.
Read the notes properly. We didn’t and tried to cross the estuary at different points until we were shattered and climbed up on the wharf. Another walker came along, looked at his notes and walked straight across in the right place.
There was supposed to be some super duper campground on Ocean Beach but we never found it.
Ocean beach is another section to watch the tide on.
Peach Cove is a nice hut and worth staying the night at but it has to be booked. You can just camp outside though.
According to Ken a near zero day is called a Nero Day. I will bow to his wisdom.
This Nero Day in particular are was filled with resupply, two pies, six ciders, a burger, and a long wait for James to come over the estuary to pick us up. It was well worth the wait.
It turns out that not only did James work on Hercules with the Harres, Wheelers, Bethells, and Worleys but that his place was amazing. Really amazing. I’ll let the pictures talk for themselves.
One small piece of misfortune happened though in that in the middle of the night I was awakened by the sound of 1000 fleas jumping inside the head of my blow up mattress. I couldn’t see anything wrong with it and lay back down only to have it suddenly de-laminate.
Although it looks pillowish, I fear it will never function as one.
(Oh, and if you are wondering why there is a picture of a cup? Ken fell in love with it, proclaimed her the perfect woman, and made it his screen saver.)
Another day waiting for the tide to go out…….
New Zealand is a very small place.
I wish I had of spent the day at James instead of in Ngunguru waiting for him to get back from work. Better prior planning may have achieved this.
Today was a lesson in carefully reading my trail notes. It started out as an easy day with all the routes adding up to roughly 24km but unfortunately I had failed to add in the other 10km of road walking so here I sit, blearily looking at my cell phone trying to remember the day. It’s not going to happen.
OK. The were some ups and downs, beaches, rich people’s house’s, a kiwi sanctuary, a pine forest, two hamburgers, two hot dogs, and four ciders.
Also Ngunguru is pronounced Ngun-gu-ru…against all rhyme or reason. Surely it should be Ngu-ngu-ru? Let’s just throw the rule book out the window shall we?
There was also a rather large Kauri called Tane Moana. Sorry, no photo. It was just to big to even think about trying.
Curiously, I still can’t remember that day. Considering we were low on water the day before. This might be the after effects.
In Ngunguru we had to wait for the tide yet again to get to James place across the water.
You can walk around the heads after the Ngunguru Estuary but I have heard it isn’t all that great.