An impromptu invite after church led to my son Toby and I joining 3 others on an afternoon romp up Mt Richardson. It's one we've both done before (see here for the post), but still made for a good afternoon's exercise. For Sara, Ian, and Alison, it was another step in the training towards Sara's planned walk from Akaroa to Christchurch, a fundraising venture for the Westpac Rescue helicopter service (details of her walk are on her page here), which I hope to join them on.
The day itself was rather drab, with thick cloud and mist hugging the tops above about the 800m contour. While this meant it wasn't too hot, unfortunately there was no reward of a view from the summit. This didn't deter us however, and we made steady progress up the reasonably steep climb, gaining the summit in 2 hours. On the way up we met a group of hunters who'd spent a wet night on the tops in their pursuit of deer, in which they were successful.
After a quick snack stop on the summit, we moved on, striking out along the Blowhard Track that leads along the tops. It was very cruisy travel along here, generally slightly downhill, and before too long we were at the turn off point to make our way down the Bypass Track, which heads down a bush spur back down to the Glentui River.
Uneventful travel saw us down in good time, entertained along the way by Toby and Ian's constant gamesmanship as they attempted to douse each other with water shaken off trees as the other went past. The discovery of an abandoned quad bike on the track caused some bemusement, not quite sure of the story behind that one!
A nice afternoon out - no photos from this one, partly because I wasn't planning to tramp, and also because the weather wasn't conducive to photography anyway.
"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you" - Isaiah 55:12
30 November 2015
Avoca Homestead, Korowai/Torlesse Tussocklands Park - 21 November 2015
I'm hard pressed to call this one a tramp, but if you don't mind a drive through scenic country, and have an interest in historic sites and buildings, then a trip to Avoca Homestead is worth doing.
The drive in is a journey in its' own right. Following SH73 towards Arthur's Pass, the main highway takes you up over Porters Pass before descending past Lake Lyndon and through the Castle Hill basin, winding its' way along the foot of the Craigieburn Range before passing Lakes Pearson and Grasmere. Then, leaving the highway, you follow a gravel road for 23km, passing through farmland, to reach the carpark. It's a slow trip down this road, there's 17 gates along the way with all except for one of them being shut on the day of our trip, as well as plenty of stock running loose at the roadside - take it slow, and enjoy the trip!
There's a marked carpark where normal cars should park, while 4WD vehicles can drive all the way to the hut. This requires driving through the main river, which should not be taken lightly.
Leaving the car, we set off. It's only 2km from the carpark to the hut, so it was only a short wander. Initially the track runs alongside the rail tracks for a short distance. If you're lucky, as we were, you may encounter a train passing by.
After a few minutes we came to a gate, with the track leading down the slope beyond it. The gate is marked with a large orange triangle and was easily spotted.
Through the gate, the track descended down alongside Slovens Stream, where we passed under the impressive rail viaduct spanning the gap above us. A couple of minutes later and we were out into the river stones of Broken River.
As we made our way out towards the river, we got our first glimpse of Avoca Homestead, located about 200m upstream and on the opposite side of the river. We wandered up river slowly, looking for the best crossing point. While only running slightly high, the channel through the middle of the river was deep and swift enough for me to take a bit of time assessing the river. Eventually I decided that the best point was almost opposite the homestead, where the river ran slightly wider.
It was obvious that neither Toby or Lincoln would manage the crossing unassisted, so first Toby and I went across. Leaving my pack there, I came back for Lincoln. The first crossing had made it quite clear that there was no way Lincoln would manage it, so he hopped on my back and I ferried him across. Then it was back for Julia. A wet exercise, the river being mid-thigh on me, but the safest way of doing it.
The area has a long history of human endeavour. The Avoca run was first taken up in 1857. In 'The Early Canterbury Runs', Acland describes it as being "rather inaccessible", which still holds true today as access is quite dependent on river levels. Prior to the woolshed being built in the 1920's, sheep were usually driven across Broken River up to Craigieburn Station. This task, and that of transporting the wool out, was made easier by the construction of a stock bridge (now derelict but visible in the river) in 1922. Acland records that the run changed hands rather frequently, perhaps an indication of how difficult it was running such a remote station.
Built in 1906, Avoca Homestead was treated to a major restoration in 2006. The restoration job that's been done on the hut is superb, and it maintains much of its original character. The hut contains 6 bunks, laid out in 3 bunkrooms with 2 single beds in each, as well as a living area with large table and fire, and a separate kitchen type area with a bench.
There are information panels lining the walls, which give an interesting insight into life on the early station.
We enjoyed a leisurely hour or so having lunch and exploring the area, before it was time to head on out. The old woolshed proved of interest to the boys as we passed it, then it was back down to the river to repeat the crossing exercise before making our way back up the track to the car.
The drive in is a journey in its' own right. Following SH73 towards Arthur's Pass, the main highway takes you up over Porters Pass before descending past Lake Lyndon and through the Castle Hill basin, winding its' way along the foot of the Craigieburn Range before passing Lakes Pearson and Grasmere. Then, leaving the highway, you follow a gravel road for 23km, passing through farmland, to reach the carpark. It's a slow trip down this road, there's 17 gates along the way with all except for one of them being shut on the day of our trip, as well as plenty of stock running loose at the roadside - take it slow, and enjoy the trip!
There's a marked carpark where normal cars should park, while 4WD vehicles can drive all the way to the hut. This requires driving through the main river, which should not be taken lightly.
Leaving the car, we set off. It's only 2km from the carpark to the hut, so it was only a short wander. Initially the track runs alongside the rail tracks for a short distance. If you're lucky, as we were, you may encounter a train passing by.
After a few minutes we came to a gate, with the track leading down the slope beyond it. The gate is marked with a large orange triangle and was easily spotted.
Through the gate, the track descended down alongside Slovens Stream, where we passed under the impressive rail viaduct spanning the gap above us. A couple of minutes later and we were out into the river stones of Broken River.
As we made our way out towards the river, we got our first glimpse of Avoca Homestead, located about 200m upstream and on the opposite side of the river. We wandered up river slowly, looking for the best crossing point. While only running slightly high, the channel through the middle of the river was deep and swift enough for me to take a bit of time assessing the river. Eventually I decided that the best point was almost opposite the homestead, where the river ran slightly wider.
It was obvious that neither Toby or Lincoln would manage the crossing unassisted, so first Toby and I went across. Leaving my pack there, I came back for Lincoln. The first crossing had made it quite clear that there was no way Lincoln would manage it, so he hopped on my back and I ferried him across. Then it was back for Julia. A wet exercise, the river being mid-thigh on me, but the safest way of doing it.
The area has a long history of human endeavour. The Avoca run was first taken up in 1857. In 'The Early Canterbury Runs', Acland describes it as being "rather inaccessible", which still holds true today as access is quite dependent on river levels. Prior to the woolshed being built in the 1920's, sheep were usually driven across Broken River up to Craigieburn Station. This task, and that of transporting the wool out, was made easier by the construction of a stock bridge (now derelict but visible in the river) in 1922. Acland records that the run changed hands rather frequently, perhaps an indication of how difficult it was running such a remote station.
Built in 1906, Avoca Homestead was treated to a major restoration in 2006. The restoration job that's been done on the hut is superb, and it maintains much of its original character. The hut contains 6 bunks, laid out in 3 bunkrooms with 2 single beds in each, as well as a living area with large table and fire, and a separate kitchen type area with a bench.
There are information panels lining the walls, which give an interesting insight into life on the early station.
We enjoyed a leisurely hour or so having lunch and exploring the area, before it was time to head on out. The old woolshed proved of interest to the boys as we passed it, then it was back down to the river to repeat the crossing exercise before making our way back up the track to the car.
Setting out along the railway tracks |
Goods train passes us by |
Heading down the 4WD track, some impressive erosion in the area |
Approaching the viaduct over Slovens Stream |
The viaduct towering above us |
A sense of scale with us beneath it |
The derelict stock bridge, built 1922 |
Arriving at Broken River, looking for the best ford |
Looking across Broken River to Avoca Homestead (rear) and woolshed |
Toby and I fording Broken River |
Lincoln managed to keep his feet dry |
Lincoln and I about to enter the deeper middle channel |
The larder in Avoca Homestead |
Bunk room in Avoca Homestead, there's 3 like this |
Main living area |
Modern (and safer) stove |
Group shot at Avoca Homestead |
Avoca Homestead and grounds |
Woolshed near Avoca Homestead |
Much on the interior is in good condition, but... |
...the same can't be said for this part! |
Back alongside Broken River |
Lincoln beside Broken River |
Avoca Homestead |
Julia and I tackling Broken River |
Back on up the 4WD track |
10 November 2015
Cameron Hut, Hakatere Conservation Park - 30-31 October 2015
Cameron Hut...in a word, WOW! This has to be one of the most spectacular locations for a hut, tucked away at the head of a valley deep in the Canterbury high country.
The tramp up the valley to Cameron Hut had been high on my priority list for some time, and the desire to visit was only fueled further by an August trip up Staces Hill (see here), which gave views onto the Arrowsmith Range at the head of the Cameron Valley.
In order to minimise the possibility of a large climbing party being at the hut, we planned a Friday-Saturday trip, which worked well for me as it meant I still had a day with the family over the weekend.
Friday dawned fine, any lingering showers from the previous day when it had snowed were long gone, and it promised to be a glorious, albeit cold, day in the mountains. As we drove through Mt Somers and on towards Lake Heron, it became apparent that Thursday's snow had certainly not fallen in this area, allaying any fears of a difficult walk through snow up the Cameron.
We left the car at 11am and, after signing the intentions book, set off along a 4WD track towards the Cameron River bed. A locked gate bars vehicle access, the lower valley is private land although walking access is allowed without the need for permission. After passing under a small stand of trees, the vehicle track led out into the river bed. It became a little vague along here, but was quite followable and so long as you don't cross the river then you can't really go wrong.
After about 20 minutes the vehicle track ended, and we moved up onto the grassy bank. This was to be our fare for much of the next couple of hours, as the route picked its way along the true right bank through copious matagouri pockets. The Canterbury Mountaineering Club (CMC) are to be commended for their work through here, as without it the route would leave most trampers torn to bits on the matagouri, or forced to wade in the river to avoid the bushes. While not a track, there's a well worn foot trail in most sections of the valley, although it got a bit vague further up.
After a pleasant 90 minutes wandering alongside the river we found a beaut lunch spot on the river bank, eating with the sounds of the river in our ears, truly blessed to be in the mountains on what was actually a rather warm day.
After lunch it was more of the same, with a few rocky sections thrown in for a change underfoot, but for the most part it was simple travel along the river. After about 2 and a half hours we spied Highland Home on the opposite bank. This is a private, locked hut belonging to Lake Heron Station so we didn't bother getting our feet wet to check it out.
Onwards we went, the views of the peaks ahead keeping our motivation high, although the tops were slowly becoming shrouded in cloud.
Another hour further on and we reached the Lochiel Stream confluence, which marks the start of the gorge in the Cameron River, and it was time for a short, sharp climb up onto a high terrace to avoid the gorge. In low flows, the gorge is negotiable, but means wet feet and probably the odd tangle with more matagouri, so we chose the more trodden route up onto the terrace.
After a rest and a snack we were ready for the climb. It wasn't a big climb, heading straight up a small spur for 80m altitude gain before it led out along the terrace at an easier gradient for another 70m height gain. From here we sidled along the terrace, gently descending until we were past the gorge and on the lip of the terrace overlooking the upper flats in the Cameron. The light along this section was truly magical, with dappled sunlight kissing the tussocks while cloud at the valley head created a somewhat mysterious picture, with glimpses of snow and rock showing through in places.
From the lip of the terrace, we descended steeply down a patchy, loose slope, emerging out onto another section of expansive grassy flats.
We meandered along here, at times losing the foot trail in the tussocks. Again, there was no danger of ever being lost, but it was much easier going when on the trail. Marker poles were sparse between the top of the gorge and Spean Stream, a few more would prove useful as there was not enough rocks in the grasses to build cairns.
We picked up marker poles as we got closer to Spean Stream, and route from there on was quite well marked and cairned.
Once across Spean Stream, we started to climb along the lumpy moraines that dot the upper valley. It was a bit of a grind on weary legs that were by now looking forward to reaching the hut. There were a few minor obstacles in our way - a short climb up a rocky gully being the most notable - before we reached a welcome marker pole indicating we turn right to head over a final moraine wall to reach the hut. A final climb through blocky moraine and there it was: Cameron Hut.
Cameron Hut was first built by the CMC in 1952, using materials carried in on the backs of its' members - that's some feat!! It was rebuilt in 1982 using the more traditional method of pre-fabbing and dropping it in by helicopter for assembly on-site.
The hut is well appointed, with 9 bunks, a good sized stainless steel benchtop and sink, water tank, toilet nearby, solar lighting, and a mountain radio. There's also plenty of reading material.
One of its' finest features has to be the purple door!
We enjoyed a quiet evening, with the hut to ourselves, wiling away the time taking photos of the area, then eating dinner and reading, before hunkering down in our bags for the night.
We were greeted the next morning with one of the most spectacular sights I've woken to in the mountains. The cloud of the night before had cleared, revealing the Arrowsmith Range in all its majesty. The first rays of sun were painting the tops of the peaks with gold, and adding to the scene was the sight of the moon setting behind Couloir Peak.
From her bunk, Janey could see all this, and quickly alerted Kay and I as to what awaited us outside so we scrambled for cameras and out we went to capture the beauty around us.
With early morning photos and breakfast behind us, we set off up the Carriageway, the obvious lateral moraine leading up behind the hut. The Carriageway provides access to the South Cameron Glacier, and from there Mt Arrowsmith, but that was far beyond us, we were merely interested in getting a better look at the Cameron Glacier.
As we set off towards it, we heard the call of a lone kea and spent a few moments watching its' flight.
It was easy enough the get up onto the Carriageway, although we joined it a little too early, meaning we had a traverse along the narrow, and in places loose, crest of the moraine wall. While not dangerous, and actually quite fun, it made for slightly slower progress than we would have made had we stayed alongside and joined further up which, as we discovered, is the usual route - we just missed a few cairns along the way!
Partway along the wall we spied what we believed to be a rock wren but, being a tiny and rather elusive bird, we couldn't identify it for certain.
As we climbed along the moraine wall the views became ever more expansive as we stood seemingly at the foot of the wall of rock, snow, and ice that is the Arrowsmith Range. I was keen for an even better view of it all, so headed on up the scree slope further, climbing to a point looking over a gully at around 1640m.
The view was breathtaking. In front of me rose the striking rock and snow faces of Couloir Peak (2642m) and The Twins (2564m), while along the ridge lay the Tower-Upham-Jagged massif, below which ran the Cameron Glacier. Having read in my (numerous) guidebooks of these peaks and the routes on them (which are beyond my skills currently), it was fantastic to stand and pick out features and lines.
It would have been fun, had there been time, to scramble further along, perhaps even getting a glimpse of Mt Arrowsmith, but that will have to wait for another trip. It's a truly spectacular area, one which requires an extra day or maybe two to explore its' wonders.
The trip out was straightforward. We chose to stay in the river bed instead of the grassy flats in the upper valley below Spean Stream, which proved a good choice and made for much easier going.
The day warmed quickly, and it was hot work up and over the high terrace. A light breeze gave us occasional comfort, but it was all too fleeting!
Surprisingly, our time out down the valley was only 15 minutes faster than going up. However much of the valley is quite flat, meaning travel is at much the same speed either direction, and perhaps our 90 minutes and 350m height gain up the Carriageway had slowed us a little. It mattered little, I for one savoured every moment, and relish the thought of a return visit.
The tramp up the valley to Cameron Hut had been high on my priority list for some time, and the desire to visit was only fueled further by an August trip up Staces Hill (see here), which gave views onto the Arrowsmith Range at the head of the Cameron Valley.
In order to minimise the possibility of a large climbing party being at the hut, we planned a Friday-Saturday trip, which worked well for me as it meant I still had a day with the family over the weekend.
Friday dawned fine, any lingering showers from the previous day when it had snowed were long gone, and it promised to be a glorious, albeit cold, day in the mountains. As we drove through Mt Somers and on towards Lake Heron, it became apparent that Thursday's snow had certainly not fallen in this area, allaying any fears of a difficult walk through snow up the Cameron.
We left the car at 11am and, after signing the intentions book, set off along a 4WD track towards the Cameron River bed. A locked gate bars vehicle access, the lower valley is private land although walking access is allowed without the need for permission. After passing under a small stand of trees, the vehicle track led out into the river bed. It became a little vague along here, but was quite followable and so long as you don't cross the river then you can't really go wrong.
After about 20 minutes the vehicle track ended, and we moved up onto the grassy bank. This was to be our fare for much of the next couple of hours, as the route picked its way along the true right bank through copious matagouri pockets. The Canterbury Mountaineering Club (CMC) are to be commended for their work through here, as without it the route would leave most trampers torn to bits on the matagouri, or forced to wade in the river to avoid the bushes. While not a track, there's a well worn foot trail in most sections of the valley, although it got a bit vague further up.
After a pleasant 90 minutes wandering alongside the river we found a beaut lunch spot on the river bank, eating with the sounds of the river in our ears, truly blessed to be in the mountains on what was actually a rather warm day.
After lunch it was more of the same, with a few rocky sections thrown in for a change underfoot, but for the most part it was simple travel along the river. After about 2 and a half hours we spied Highland Home on the opposite bank. This is a private, locked hut belonging to Lake Heron Station so we didn't bother getting our feet wet to check it out.
Onwards we went, the views of the peaks ahead keeping our motivation high, although the tops were slowly becoming shrouded in cloud.
Another hour further on and we reached the Lochiel Stream confluence, which marks the start of the gorge in the Cameron River, and it was time for a short, sharp climb up onto a high terrace to avoid the gorge. In low flows, the gorge is negotiable, but means wet feet and probably the odd tangle with more matagouri, so we chose the more trodden route up onto the terrace.
After a rest and a snack we were ready for the climb. It wasn't a big climb, heading straight up a small spur for 80m altitude gain before it led out along the terrace at an easier gradient for another 70m height gain. From here we sidled along the terrace, gently descending until we were past the gorge and on the lip of the terrace overlooking the upper flats in the Cameron. The light along this section was truly magical, with dappled sunlight kissing the tussocks while cloud at the valley head created a somewhat mysterious picture, with glimpses of snow and rock showing through in places.
From the lip of the terrace, we descended steeply down a patchy, loose slope, emerging out onto another section of expansive grassy flats.
We meandered along here, at times losing the foot trail in the tussocks. Again, there was no danger of ever being lost, but it was much easier going when on the trail. Marker poles were sparse between the top of the gorge and Spean Stream, a few more would prove useful as there was not enough rocks in the grasses to build cairns.
We picked up marker poles as we got closer to Spean Stream, and route from there on was quite well marked and cairned.
Once across Spean Stream, we started to climb along the lumpy moraines that dot the upper valley. It was a bit of a grind on weary legs that were by now looking forward to reaching the hut. There were a few minor obstacles in our way - a short climb up a rocky gully being the most notable - before we reached a welcome marker pole indicating we turn right to head over a final moraine wall to reach the hut. A final climb through blocky moraine and there it was: Cameron Hut.
Cameron Hut was first built by the CMC in 1952, using materials carried in on the backs of its' members - that's some feat!! It was rebuilt in 1982 using the more traditional method of pre-fabbing and dropping it in by helicopter for assembly on-site.
The hut is well appointed, with 9 bunks, a good sized stainless steel benchtop and sink, water tank, toilet nearby, solar lighting, and a mountain radio. There's also plenty of reading material.
One of its' finest features has to be the purple door!
We enjoyed a quiet evening, with the hut to ourselves, wiling away the time taking photos of the area, then eating dinner and reading, before hunkering down in our bags for the night.
We were greeted the next morning with one of the most spectacular sights I've woken to in the mountains. The cloud of the night before had cleared, revealing the Arrowsmith Range in all its majesty. The first rays of sun were painting the tops of the peaks with gold, and adding to the scene was the sight of the moon setting behind Couloir Peak.
From her bunk, Janey could see all this, and quickly alerted Kay and I as to what awaited us outside so we scrambled for cameras and out we went to capture the beauty around us.
With early morning photos and breakfast behind us, we set off up the Carriageway, the obvious lateral moraine leading up behind the hut. The Carriageway provides access to the South Cameron Glacier, and from there Mt Arrowsmith, but that was far beyond us, we were merely interested in getting a better look at the Cameron Glacier.
As we set off towards it, we heard the call of a lone kea and spent a few moments watching its' flight.
It was easy enough the get up onto the Carriageway, although we joined it a little too early, meaning we had a traverse along the narrow, and in places loose, crest of the moraine wall. While not dangerous, and actually quite fun, it made for slightly slower progress than we would have made had we stayed alongside and joined further up which, as we discovered, is the usual route - we just missed a few cairns along the way!
Partway along the wall we spied what we believed to be a rock wren but, being a tiny and rather elusive bird, we couldn't identify it for certain.
As we climbed along the moraine wall the views became ever more expansive as we stood seemingly at the foot of the wall of rock, snow, and ice that is the Arrowsmith Range. I was keen for an even better view of it all, so headed on up the scree slope further, climbing to a point looking over a gully at around 1640m.
The view was breathtaking. In front of me rose the striking rock and snow faces of Couloir Peak (2642m) and The Twins (2564m), while along the ridge lay the Tower-Upham-Jagged massif, below which ran the Cameron Glacier. Having read in my (numerous) guidebooks of these peaks and the routes on them (which are beyond my skills currently), it was fantastic to stand and pick out features and lines.
It would have been fun, had there been time, to scramble further along, perhaps even getting a glimpse of Mt Arrowsmith, but that will have to wait for another trip. It's a truly spectacular area, one which requires an extra day or maybe two to explore its' wonders.
The trip out was straightforward. We chose to stay in the river bed instead of the grassy flats in the upper valley below Spean Stream, which proved a good choice and made for much easier going.
The day warmed quickly, and it was hot work up and over the high terrace. A light breeze gave us occasional comfort, but it was all too fleeting!
Surprisingly, our time out down the valley was only 15 minutes faster than going up. However much of the valley is quite flat, meaning travel is at much the same speed either direction, and perhaps our 90 minutes and 350m height gain up the Carriageway had slowed us a little. It mattered little, I for one savoured every moment, and relish the thought of a return visit.
Striking out up the 4WD track at the entrance to the Cameron Valley |
Tantalising views draw us on |
Alongside the attractive Cameron River |
Leaving the river gravels for the grassy bank |
Alongside the Cameron, with Wild Mans Hill (1856m) rising ahead of us |
Crossing a rocky section as we work our way up the valley |
Pleasant spot for lunch |
Round the corner and we're met with this view - the Arrowsmith Range |
Plenty of photo stops on this trip |
Cameron River |
Highland Home, a private, locked hut |
More rock, but much nicer than the abundant matagouri that thrives here |
Kay and Janey on the rocks |
Approaching the gorge, with the high terrace above it |
The saddle (Pt 1432m on the map) north of Wild Mans Hill - a good route over to the South Ashburton River |
Looking up Lochiel Stream |
Pointing the way up the spur |
Hard to go wrong with markers like this! |
Janey and Kay tramping along the low terrace, tiny figures beneath Wild Mans Hill |
Climbing the steep spur up onto the high terrace |
View back down the Cameron from the top of the spur |
Looking into Lochiel Stream from the top of the spur |
The spectacular head of the Cameron Valley |
Starting our gradual descent along the terrace. The route crosses the rocks on the left then climbs towards the knob beyond it before dropping steeply over the lip |
Janey and Kay above the Cameron gorge |
Descending back down to the upper flats |
Steep descent, and a bit loose...and plenty of spaniards in the tussocks |
Nearing Spean Stream - into the lump stuff from here on |
Sunlight on scree |
Climbing along our first lump |
Nearing the hut...we think! |
Waterfall spilling over bluffs |
The ridge to The Marquee (left), and Pt 1654m (right) |
Peg Col (2004m) - a good side trip, or route to the Rakaia |
Approaching the turn off to Cameron Hut, the route leads over the scrubby moraine |
Up through the blocky moraine |
First sighting...shortly followed by whoops of joy |
Cameron Hut in its stark, barren location amongst the moraine |
Up the steps to that purple door! |
Cameron Hut with The Carriageway in the rear |
The Carriageway |
Looking down the valley from the top of the moraine near the hut |
Cameron Hut and surrounds, from the top of the moraine pile |
Cameron Hut |
The author at Cameron Hut |
The team at Cameron Hut |
Inside Cameron Hut |
Cameron Hut at night, illuminated by its' solar lights |
What a start to the day! - Sunrise and moonset over Couloir Peak (2642m, left) and The Twins (2564m, centre) |
First light on Tent Peak (2448m) |
First sun hits the tops in the direction of East Horn |
A wider view |
Heading up The Carriageway |
On the crest of the moraine wall, Couloir and The Twins ahead |
Me on the crest of the moraine |
Janey finding easier ground |
Near vertical wall of rock on the East Horn side of the moraine |
My view as I carried on up the scree slope, with The Carriageway below |
Cameron Glacier, viewed from around 1640m above The Carriageway |
Couloir Peak (left of centre). The classic route climbs the couloir bisecting the rock face |
The Twins - routes generally follow the obvious snow/ice lines |
Tower (2696m), Upham (2705m), and Jagged (2706m) Peaks |
Cameron Glacier |
Descending The Carriageway to Cameron Hut, the small speck in the moraines |
Cameron Hut and the Arrowsmith Range |
Setting out down the valley - it's warm! |
Upper Cameron Valley |
Kay in the upper Cameron, backed by the Arrowsmiths |
Negotiating a rocky gully on our way down |
Travel in the river bed proved a good choice |
Climbing back up onto the high terrace |
Looking down into the gorge - negotiable in low flow if you don't mind wet feet and the odd tangle with matagouri |
Crossing the hot, exposed high terrace |
Janey at the top of the spur before taking the plunge |
Down through the grasses |
Regrouping at the bottom of the spur before the long march out |
Alongside the Cameron |
A lot of heat radiating off the rock, but the sound and sight of the river provided some comfort |
Kay and Janey negotiating a rough section |
Safely down...I nearly stumbled into the river while watching them! |
Kay and the Cameron River |
One last quick stop before we leave the valley |
At last! - Mt Arrowsmith (2781m) reveals herself as we hit the 4WD trail |
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