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Arthurs Pass

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A couple of days after my brother arrived, Esther took him and several of the children to Arthurs Pass for the day, to walk a number of tracks. I thought I would go, but that morning I turned my ankle. I’ve done that a lot of times, and while it wasn’t bad enough that I couldn’t walk, I knew it would get a lot worse if I did a lot of walking. So, I stayed home with Mom and Mr. Imagination, who didn’t want to pay anyone to do his paper run.

I let Little Miss take my camera along, and she had fun taking pictures. I tried to pick out the best here. They walked to the Devil’s Punchbowl Waterfall, the Avalanche Creek Waterfall, and up the Bealey Valley Track.

Somewhere in the tops they found a patch of sundew plants! I’ve never actually seen these carnivorous plants in person. They are tiny, about three inches tall. The red flowers are apparently part of them, too.

Everyone looks for unusual mushrooms for Grandma!

Tramp to Cone Creek

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A couple of years ago, our boys heard a rumor that a hut they had tramped to twice had burned down. They were rather unhappy with this news, since it was a pretty nice hut. Elijah decided he wanted to know for sure whether it had burned or was still standing, and planned a tramp awhile back to find out. Other things came up and the tramp had to be canceled; this happened at least once, if not a couple of times. Finally, sometime in December, he and his two younger brothers were able to go up there and find out. They did just an overnight tramp, leaving late one morning and returning the next afternoon. This first one is a fungus on a tree next to the creek–I’ve never seen such a thing!

A creek partway up the track.

A blue duck, an endangered native species. Both of the pair are in the second picture.

The hut is still standing!

The track to the Lake Morgan hut is up the scree slope in the middle of this picture.

The blue ducks again, this time when the boys were on the way out.

The younger boys made these signs from scraps they found at the hut and posted them at the junction of two tracks.

Returning to the main track from the hot pools, which were across the river.

Through the Mountains

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One weekend in June, we traveled to the other side of the mountains for some church meetings. That Saturday afternoon was beautiful and sunny; we really enjoyed the scenery. The mountains were amazing, and we stopped near the top of Lewis Pass to walk out to a little pond for a few minutes. We tried taking pictures of the girls together, and found out that it is very hard to get Miss Joy to smile for a picture! We got one half decent one. There was hoar frost still in some places, even though it was afternoon–must not be any sunshine in those spots! There was still a tiny bit of snow up there, leftover from a storm nearly a week before. The children managed to scrape together enough for a few snowballs.

After the meetings, we were ready to go home Sunday afternoon and learned that Lewis Pass was closed. Two of our boys had gone over early Sunday morning and had to drive out around a slip on the grass verge; half an hour after they got through, the road closed. When we learned about it, the word was that it would be opened at 6:00 that evening, but we decided not to chance it. Instead, we went around the long way over Arthurs Pass, which takes an extra hour. We were very glad we did that, since Lewis Pass wasn’t opened until Tuesday or Wednesday morning. From Porters Pass to past Castle Hill, there was a lot of snow on the ground still from the previous storm. It was very icy by this time, but there were crowds of people along the road playing in it. It sure was beautiful as the sun set!

Trip to Dunedin

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We recently made a trip to Dunedin to celebrate with a friend who, after battling an aggressive brain tumor, is now cancer-free. What a special reason to have a party! We enjoyed the drive through the mountains; the rata is blooming the most it has in about 20 years and was spectacular. That’s the red flowers you can see on the mountain sides in the next few pictures. Rata is a vine that climbs up a tree and eventually engulfs the tree, becoming a tree itself and killing its host. The bees love it, and the beekeepers are quite happy with this season; rata honey is apparently something special.

One afternoon while we were in Dunedin, three families went to the Botanical Garden for an hour or so. The children loved playing on the playground and walking the tracks, and I grabbed these pictures of my girls on a giant pinecone. I got a few other pictures, but they have too many children from other families in them to share here.

This was an overview of part of the gardens, as we headed down the hill to the playground.

On our way home, we stopped for a short time at Moeraki Boulders. The last time we stopped there it was raining, so we didn’t see much. It was fun to investigate today, even though the tide was so high.

We saw a couple of boulders that had split open. It was very interesting to see inside them!

This boulder seems to have only recently washed out of the cliff. It was nearly perfectly spherical, and still smooth. For reference, Mr. Sweetie, to the left, is just over five feet tall, and Gayle is just over six feet.

I always love seeing the Rakaia River when we cross the Gorge on our way through. It is so blue!

I’ll be sharing more pictures in the next two weeks from our trip–there were too many for one post!

Tramp in the Mountains

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The last two days of November and the first of December, Elijah took his two youngest brothers on a tramp in the mountains. I’m not going to add commentary because I don’t know where these pictures were taken, but I’ll add a story that Mr. Imagination wrote a few days later, at the end.

Another picture for Grandma! He thinks of you while he’s out in the wilderness.

OUR TRAMP

Last Saturday, two of my brothers, Elijah and Joe, and I went on a tramp. The first day, we started just on the Bell Hill road by Rotomanu. We tramped to the Jacko Flat hut, following the Crooked River, and then up to the Top Crooked Hut. We saw a lot of 1080 on the way. It was a fairly easy track, although since it was the first day I did get pretty sore. The river was really blue as we walked along. At the Top Crooked Hut, it was about as small as Orwell Creek usually is. We had a swim and then dinner. We had sausages and mashed potatoes. When Elijah cooked the sausages, he had a full pot of water and dropped the whole pack in. The pot was too full and water went all over the floor. We had to wipe it up with Joe’s socks. The meal was very good. Just as we were going to bed an older lady arrived, and spent the night with us there.

The next day, we climbed over the mountains up to Lake Morgan Hut. On the way there we saw a chamois and a lot of grasshoppers. Climbing up some mountain ranges, we got up to 1,400 meters. Since we were up on the tops, there weren’t any trees so the views were very good. There was lots of porcupine scrub and turpentine bush. Elijah looked at the map and decided we should start going down to the lake, but he had seen the map wrong and we accidentally went to the wrong set of valleys. After we figured out that it was the wrong one then we had to walk around to the next mountain range and there, we dropped down to Lake Morgan. After we got to the bottom of the valley by the lake we climbed down we saw a tarn with lots of tadpoles in it. We stopped by the Morgan River for lunch and then went around to Lake Morgan Hut. The hut didn’t have a fireplace, so that was quite annoying. We got there about 1:00 and had a swim. Then the rest of the afternoon we played card games and read magazines that were in the hut. We had some very nice rice risotto for dinner. We slept well that night.

On the third day, we had just walked out of the hut when a kea flew overhead and off into the distance. It was quite misty, but it cleared up pretty well. The mist was cool because we could see it blowing up past us as the wind cleared it. We followed the river and about halfway down the boulders got about as big as our guest cabin. We decided it was easier to bush bash than climb down the big rocks. I managed to destroy my pants falling down one rock, so that helped make the decision, too. When we got to the Cone Creek track we had lunch and then filtered some more water. We found a couple of dead birds going out, probably from 1080. We did not have time to stop and have a soak at the hot pools, so we decided we would do that next time. Where Cone Creek track joins up with Elizabeth Hut track Elijah let a friend know that we would be about two hours out by texting him with the InReach. We got out at 6:00 and were picked up by a friend. We got back to the car and drove home. It was a very fun tramp.

Mountain Climb

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Once a month, Simon has a three-day weekend off from work. On his weekend in November, he and some friends came up with the idea of climbing a mountain early in the morning to see the sun rise. They left here at 3:30 on the Saturday morning and drove about 20 minutes to a track that goes up into the Paparoa Mountains, a low range between us and the Tasman Sea. They were at the top in time for sunrise, but clouds came up with the sun and they didn’t see much of that. They had great fun, though, and the scenery they did get to enjoy was amazing! This is the town just below the mountain.

One of the boys found this bottle in a tree.

Elijah took this picture for Grandma, for obvious reasons.

Simon in silhouette.

The track goes to this group of cell towers, which are visible from our house if you know where to look.

They found some sort of vine that they could swing on. I enjoyed these video clips, so thought I’d share them.

Snowy Mountains

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We were privileged to see a lot of snow on mountains late this winter. I took these first five pictures as Gayle and I drove to Christchurch one Saturday morning for an appointment. The drive over Arthurs Pass and through the mountains was spectacular!

Mr. Sweetie took these pictures one morning when the Paparoa Range, to the west of us, had a lot of snow on it.

And, to wrap this up, here are a few other pictures I took of mountains as we traveled home from North Canterbury in early September. This is heading toward Lewis Pass.

I was intrigued by this cloud formation and the rain coming down ahead of us.

This was a scene we enjoyed as we neared home that day.

Mount George

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I don’t have a physical bucket list, but one thing that has been on my mental bucket list for a long time is climbing a mountain. A week ago, we had a regional holiday on the Monday, and a friend told Gayle that he was taking his children to climb a low but challenging mountain on the coast north of Greymouth, Mount George. Gayle decided to take the younger children, and when I said I would like to go, too, the older ones (except Esther who didn’t want to get muddy, and Simon who was working) went as well. It was pretty funny to see their faces when I said I would go! I haven’t been able to do that kind of thing, because I’ve always had a baby or been pregnant or recently pregnant. Now, I’m more free to go on adventures!

This was one of the tamer parts of the track. It was still fairly steep!

See someone holding onto a tree? It was necessary, much of the time, to climb by pulling oneself up that way! Miss Joy is visible just past Gayle. She walked up, and back down the mountain! What a trooper.

The view got more and more amazing, the higher we went.

We were headed up past that outcropping of rock.

This was the worst bit. It’s nearly straight up, and you have to climb by holding onto a knotted rope. A ladder has been bolted into the cliff, and then at the top of it you have to get across the crack to the other side of the wall, then keep going up. Miss Joy had no trouble navigating it–but coming back down it took me several minutes to work up the courage to step across and onto the ladder where you can see someone going across on the way up, here.

There’s the top! Most of the children were up there long before we made it. As you can see here, Miss Joy was way ahead of me by this point–she’s at the left of the picture wearing a light blue dress.

Here is proof that I made it to the top of the mountain! It was very bright up there.

I saw this flower on the way down–so beautiful!

Power Line Track

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A couple of weeks ago, Elijah organized a four wheel drive trip. He bought a souped-up Surf last year, and badly wants to use it, and has been wanting to go on a particular track for several years. It is called the Power Line Track, and goes from the Buller Gorge, over the mountains to Denniston, north of Westport. Five vehicles went on the drive, including Elijah’s Surf and another young man’s Surf, Simon’s L300 Mitsubishi ute, one friend’s Land Cruiser troop carrier, and another friend’s 4WD Mitsubishi van. They took off from here reasonably early one morning and got back late in the afternoon.

They took off from this bridge, the Iron Bridge, over the Buller river between the Upper and Lower Buller Gorges.

Ready to go! Elijah’s Surf is in the lead, and Simon brought up the rear.

Simon driving his ute, with Mr. Imagination in the coveted front middle seat.

They hadn’t gone very far when Elijah’s Surf stalled and smoke came out from under the bonnet. The ground wire had burned through and they had to jerry-rig something. No problem–there were five mechanics on the trip!

They came across a DOC camp, where people were checking on the local kiwi population.

The Surf made it through the deep river crossing!

As they approached the river crossing, the spare tire fell off the van.

This crossing was rather exciting–several people took videos of it! Everyone was worried that the van wouldn’t make it across, or that water would get through the air intake, since the van didn’t have a snorkel. If you watch the video, you’ll see our James leaning out of a window behind the driver’s seat, watching the intake to make sure water didn’t get in, and even putting his hand over it at one point. They had hooked a strap from the Troopie to the van to pull it through, in case the water got too deep and the van had to be shut off suddenly to protect the engine. No problem; it made it through–but as they came out the other side, the strap wound around the front axle and it was a challenge to get off.

Partway through the trip, the group came across this coal bank. There was an old chimney beside it; apparently, the people who lived in the house mined coal from here to heat their house.

At the end of the trip, the group drove up to Denniston, a former coal mine. This was the newest building up there, a bath house, which was vandalized after the mine closed.

Everyone who went on the trip enjoyed it! Esther and I enjoyed staying at home and getting some things done here without being jounced around for hours on a rough track.

Mountain Climb

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A few weeks ago, when Simon was home for his two days off, he took Mr. Imagination on an excursion. They took along Simon’s deer rifle in case they would see a game animal, but ended up climbing a mountain and not doing any hunting. The only animals they saw were a couple of goat kids. They came home tired, but very happy with the climb they had done. It was a mountain up the road from us maybe a half hour’s drive, overlooking the Ahaura River.

That’s the Ahaura River visible through the trees.

Looking to the northeast from the mountain. Simon was able to make out one of the farms he works on, and Gloriavale is visible, as well.

Mr. Imagination found this katydid.

It was after dark by the time they got home, and both boys were hungry and tired, but they had the time of their lives, and Simon felt rejuvenated and ready to go back to another week of work.