Well, where to start? I couldn’t figure out which retrospective adventure to
write about first. I guess most people would say “start from the start, Megan”,
but I never have been one to follow convention, so in keeping with that theme,
I thought I would share with you some of my more recent adventures whilst they
sit vividly in my mind.
It was only a little over a week ago now that I joined up with two good
mates, Sarah and Netty and a “friend to be”, Claire, in Thames to do an
overnight hike to the Pinnacles in the Coromandel. Being the last day at work
for most people meant that starting late in the afternoon on a Friday to avoid
the Saturday crowds at the hut was very workable, and the fact that I had paid a
surprise visit to Lisa in Auckland to see her off at the airport on her trip to
Vietnam at midday on Friday fitted in perfectly with the plan.
After some faffing in the supermarket and then a rather robust discussion
with my friends about how it is NOT OK to wear Crocs, we were on our way out to
Kahurangi Forest park. I hadn’t really heard about the Pinnacles before (maybe
because I don’t do a great deal of hiking) and I only made the decision to come
along for the ride about two days beforehand, so I had no further expectations
other than an enjoyable couple of days out with some mates, some quiet time and
some good exercise. I have this saying that “if you want luxury, you have to
carry it” and I decided on this trip, that in the interests of a good spot of
training, I would carry lots of luxury to enjoy on our overnight stay in the
hut. This included cider, fresh food, chocolate… And a goose down pillow.
It was a stunning afternoon. Blue skies accompanied a warm Summers day as we
made our way up and along the track. The track consisted of hundreds of steps
that had been hand-carved out of the bedrock by labourers years and years ago
when the track was used as an accessway for a hydro project. The hike was warm,
thirsty work, especially with 20kg pack on my back (but that goose down pillow
sure was gonna make for comfy sleeping!). It took us about three hours to make
our way to the “hut”, where we had booked beds for the night. It was about
6.30pm when we arrived and the plan was to drop our stuff off at the “hut” and
then make our way to the summit before returning for a feed and some sleep.
Now you may notice that I have now put the word “hut” in inverted commas on
three occasions now… Because it’s not really a hut… More like a lodge, or a
backpackers, which sleeps 80 people and has a full kitchen, complete with pots
and pans, cutlery and plates (you don’t even need to bring them yourself). Now,
I was a little bit torn when I saw this hut from afar. On the one hand, I
appreciate the sentiment behind making some of our most beautiful attractions
easily accessible and comfortable for more people to see. On the flip side,
this “mansion” for want of a better description, creates a scar on the
beautiful landscape and, in my opinion, kind of defeats the purpose of getting
out into the wilderness. My thoughts aside now, the hut was very nice and
comfortable (but still didn’t sit right with me).
We dropped off our gear and headed up towards the summit, which incorporated
556 steps (yup, I counted them!), three ladders and a whole heap of rock
scrambling, which I thoroughly enjoyed. As we made our way higher up the
landscape, the track rose above the trees and on one side of us, we could see
the Coromandel ranges… On the other, we could see the ocean stretching out as
far as the eye could see to meet the bright blue horizon. The evening had
cooled off from the scorching hot day and there wasn’t a breath of wind,
although the mutated shapes of the trees suggested that wasn’t generally the
case. We had been so lucky to score such a stellar evening.
At the top, perched on slanted rocks that had been carved by the elements, I
had a 360 degree view of my surrounds. Words couldn’t describe just how
stunning it was. It took my breath away. It was at this point that I announced
to my companions that I would rise from bed at 5am the next morning to scale
the steps and ladders again to watch the sunrise from this very spot. I knew if
it was a clear morning, it would be stunning. They all politely declined my
invite (unsure as to why…). We then made our way back down to the hut for a
pretty grandiose feed, including some supplejack shoots that I had picked on
our way there and boiled up to have with our meal (just like bush asparagus!)…
I was surprised at just how good it was!
That night, I woke up at 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep. Probably partly
because I was terrified my alarm would wake up the entire hut and partly also
because I was so excited about my impending sunrise sojourn. I could see the
stars in the night sky out the window and I knew that it was going to be a
super clear morning, perfect for a beautiful sunrise over the sea.
I bounced out of bed at 5am, switching off my alarm before it barely even
had the opportunity to go off, threw on my clothes which I had neatly laid out
the night before to cause the least disturbance to my roomies, then sifted out
the door into the cool morning air. It had been a while since I had immersed
myself in an early morning experience like this and I realised at the moment
how much I truly missed it. The moon was so bright it bathed the path to the top in a faint glow. I was full of energy as I bounded up the steps,
stopping along the way to inhale the atmosphere around me and feast my eyes
upon the array of colours that began seeping over the horizon with the dawn of
the new day.
The sign at the bottom of the summit walk tells us it takes 50 minutes to
get to the summit. I’m pretty sure I was up there in less than half an hour,
and in plenty of time to watch the first rays of sun peek over the ocean on the
horizon, caressing the landscape with a warm glow and lighting up the rock formations
like someone had switched on a giant orange spotlight and pointed it in my
direction. The silhouette of the rocks stood defiantly in the way of this
stunning display, carving shapes in the morning sunlight and reflecting a
brilliant red glow back onto my face. An inversion cloud rested amongst the
valleys and began rising as the heat from the sun warmed the air. I would
nearly go as far as to say it was one of the most beautiful sunrises I have
ever seen.
I don’t know how long I sat up there, but I loved every minute of it. I
loved being immersed in that experience, and in that environment. I remember wishing
that Lisa was there to share it with. Clambering all over the rocks and
watching the sunrise. As I descended towards the hut for breakfast, the cloud
rolled in and closed the sky above me. When I arrived back, everyone was still
asleep. I made some breakfast and a cuppa and read a book while people
meandered into the kitchen in their half-awake state, remarking on how it was
cloudy and they wouldn’t see anything on the summit that morning.
It blows me away that people miss opportunities like that. Everyone seems to
think I am crazy for being up at 5am to greet the day… I would argue that if
you are going to be out in the middle of this beautiful place anyway, why not
make that small effort to see something that you may never witness again in
your entire life? I doubt that I am the crazy one here (although I know many
who would beg to differ).
We had a cruisy morning at the hut and then made our way back down towards
the car, taking a longer route to return than we used to get to the hut the
previous afternoon. The track on the way down was much different to the track
we had climbed up. Not as well-worn, and it was obvious from the huge ruts and
clay surface that the trail would be carnage in the rain. I spent a lot of time
meandering along with Sarah. She’s one of my best buddies and we hadn’t seen
each other in a while. It was lovely to catch up. We finished off the day with
a dip in the waterhole (well, my legs took a dip… my body decided it wouldn’t
subject itself to the cold on this occasion!)
What a gorgeous corner of the planet we reside in… And when you think you
have seen the most amazing things, you are shown something to surpass it. Yet
another reminder that to truly commit to the adventure in which you are
partaking is where you will reap the finest rewards.
