1744 – 1773 Smiths Farm

Continued on our very relaxing walk with a 7:45AM start from Black Rock Camp on the last day of the Queen Charlotte track finishing at Anakiwa.

The weather had changed back to sunshine, my pack felt very light, and the only slight downer about the whole thing was the amount of cyclists we had to watch out for.

At Jacks Bay we stopped for a rest and a Frisbee landed at my feet shortly followed by a man who looked at me strangely and then asked me if he knew me. The conversation went somewhat like this.

“Do I know you?”

“No. Unless you know me from the Barrier.”

“This is amazing. You look exactly like a guy I know in Christchurch except he has a birthmark on the side of his face.”

“Does he owe you money?”

“…….no. Hey! Where has my Frisbee gone.”

“Oh, a guy picked it up. I assumed he was a friend of yours.”

“Where did he go?”

“Up there and to the left”

“That bastard stole my Frisbee. I’ll get him!”

At which point he ran off into the bush after the Frisbee thief.

Anyway, Anakiwa was out of accommodation so we mostly walked to Smiths Farm campground which is very nice and they gave us a hot muffin and a glass of cold water to seal the deal.

1727 – 1744 Black Rock Camp

This morning started out cloudy, which made for great walking, for the first couple of hours and then it started to rain.

Luckily we didn’t have far to go to get to camp. I suppose we could have gone further but what’s the use. It is far nicer to be able to dither along stopping at the lookouts and still get to camp by 2:30PM.

In other news I appear to have a fantastically sensitive arse with the ability to detect earthquakes that no one else feels. I have been checking Geonet each time and it appears I can pick up anything over a 4 within 300kms. Investigations will continue.

Black Rock Camp has also turned into a music festival outside my tent due to the tunes of three woman calling themselves something along the lines of the Tahini Trio. They started off with no instruments so I gave them the tin whistle  I bought in Levin (and had failed to play) and within a quarter of an hour they were playing Rhianna on it.

The only interruption to this was Adele getting her dinner stolen by wekas (they poked a hole in her tent) and then her ground sheet was taken by the same thieving crew. All the scrub is littered with the remains of their bounty.

The new dietary regime is going well with the only hiccup being that I turned my dehydrated apricot crumble into soup this morning. I am sure my rehydrating methods will improve as I bought a months worth of Backcountry Cuisine in Wellington and posted it to appropriate locations.

1702 – 1727 Camp Bay

Caught the ferry to Picton yesterday after spending a couple of weeks in Wellington relaxing at the YHA.

In Picton we stayed at The Villa and then caught another ferry to Ships Cove to start the Queen Charlotte track.

Ships Cove contains probably the ugliest monument I have ever seen for Captain Cook made worse by the rather nice Maori carving of Maui (maybe Kupe?) conquering the octopus that makes up the Marlborough Sounds.

The weather is great, the track is good, and the views are magnificent. The water in the sounds is very clear. Even the stream water would give Barrier a run for its money.

I had forgotten the Weka. Ratites, the lot of them. 🙂