Monday, March 19, 2018

Buller Gorge and More West Coast

On our way south from Nelson, we stopped at  Buller Gorge, where a pay-to-cross swing bridge lets you access some old gold mine workings, and the part of the White Creek fault.

In 1929 a 7.8 magnitude earthquake struck this region.  In addition to hundreds of deaths across the island, this faultline was lifted 4.5 meters in less than a minute.  On the left you can see the sheer rock face, which formed from flat ground.

This 5-meter cliff along the white creek formed during the earthquake as well.


As the scene of various gold mining operations throughout the first half of the 20th century, there are plenty of old alluvial mineorks scattered about.

This 5ft tall water wheel once drove mining  equipment using high-pressure water, piped from the mountain streams.



While walking through some of the older forest section we spotted a Tui.




Continuing up the west coast, we wandered down the Cape Foulwind walkway.

The rocky shores are a favored resting area for a seal colony.  This time of the year the females are fattening up their pups, which are only a few months old.




Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Ghostly Adventures

By Jen.

Since about Thanksgiving, we have been working hard to catch up on posts so that instead of being 6-8 weeks off, we would only be about 1-2 weeks off. We have finally reached that point. So, look forward to NOT being inundated with back-to-back long posts!

We passed the remains of an old bathhouse leaving the Croesus Track. I was entertained by the picture.

After the Croesus Track, I was ready for a break. So we stayed in Greymouth for a day and worked on taxes. Then we had a decision to make: should we go to Nelson via the West Coast/Kahurangi NP or via Molesworth Station. Checking the weather, we decided on the latter. And, in typical fashion, we decided to make some scenic stops on the way. The first of which was Waiuta, a mining ghost town south of Reefton in Victoria Forest Park.

Not much left of the town; most of it was disassembled and transported to another location when the mine closed following the collapse of the Blackwater Shaft.

This town was the site of the Blackwater Mines with 2 shafts, including the deepest shaft in NZ at 879.5m (2885 ft).

Prohibition Shaft and Mill were located on top of a hill overlooking the valley and town.



One of the houses remained in place for visitors to see.

I loved the stove!

After that the foray into the ghost town, we hit the road again, heading towards Molesworth. Shortly after getting back on pavement, the van started vibrating/making noise. I told Jonathan that something was wrong with the van and he needed to pull over. He hadn’t noticed anything, but he trusted me and did so immediately. As I went to make sure there was nothing loose in the cabin to make the noise, Jonathan did a survey of the outside. Sure enough, my guess of the back right tire was confirmed!

The tire delaminated and went out of round, but still held air.



But, Jonathan was able to change out the tire even quicker than I was able to whip out an email, and we were back on the road again. However, since Molesworth is known as a rough track and a remote destination, we did not want to go there without a spare. Instead, we revised our plans to head directly to Nelson, where we could get our tires replaced (it was definitely time). It was a good thing we did, as about 70 km out from Nelson, I noticed that familiar vibration again and told Jonathan we had a problem, probably the back left this time. Upon pulling over, we discovered the same thing had happened to the other side, less than 200 km later that day!





We now had an issue, though; we didn’t have a spare. I checked my phone, which verified what I already knew: no reception. I checked the map and discovered we were but a kilometer or two from a small settlement, so Jonathan limped the vehicle there. We saw a house with laundry hanging, so we thought we would give them a try. As we approached the homestead and called, an intimidating dog of rotweiler/mastif mix came barking and growling at us. We stopped and the dog simply snuffled at us and then looked liked it wanted petted. Rather than risk the ire of the dog, we decided to call out to the owner instead. Fortunately, the owner was out pulling in the laundry and heard us. We asked if we could use her landline, and she didn’t even ask us any question (must happen a lot) before letting us in to do so. We called our contacts in Nelson and explained the situation, and after some debate decided the best option was to try and get one of our roadside-assistance programs to help us out. We decided to try AA first, as AAA would be the go-to answer in the States, and we had a reciprocal agreement with them. After forever on the phone, they said they would call us back and let us know if they could find anyone that was capable of towing us into Nelson, as we had a large (over 3500kg) vehicle. We waited nearly an hour for the call back and learned more about our host and the settlement. Glenhope was built up as a major rail station for the west coast railway that was a stimulus project during the Depression. Sadly, when the Depression ended, they stopped worked on the railway as well. We could see the station building across the field behind her house. Her house itself was the old first-aid building, and she was in the process of renovating it. She said she had found some entertaining medicines under the floors.

The old railway station.


After an hour, we finally received a call back from AA. They had found someone and the cost would $974, and AA would cover $100 of that. I said “Thanks, but no thanks; we will figure something else out.” Earlier, our host had said we could catch a ride with her into work the next morning, so we took her up on that. She had to be there super early, so we we were up by 5am to be ready with the spare by 530am for the ride in. She kindly dropped us off at our friends’ place in Nelson, and they graciously drove us to the tyre place when they opened. Our friends even supplied an old tyre to put on our rim so that we could drive the van to Nelson, while the new tyres were being ordered. Then drove us back to the van so we could execute that plan. I must say that the people in New Zealand have been extremely friendly and helpful. Every time we go into someone’s house here, even when we are imposing on them unexpectedly, they offer us the use of the toilet, shower, and washing machine; always much appreciated when living in a van.

Putting on the loaner spare.

While we waited, Jonathan did some maintenance on the van, fixing a vacuum leak, a transmission leak, and a fuel leak. The next morning, our tyres had arrived, and we could safely drive the van again!

A chocolate kiwi on sale for Easter!

Monday, March 12, 2018

Croesus Track

In the mountains north of Greymouth (west of Blackball) is the Croesus (pronounced Cree-sus) track.  Originally built as a pack track to access various gold mining operations, it will soon be declared a Great Walk.  After hearing good things about it, we decided to get a visit in before the rest of the world discovered it! 

The western half of the track was closed halfway due to a recent landslide, so we decided to do a 2-3-day round trip from the Smoke-Ho parking lot in the mountains above Blackball.

From Blackball to Smoke-Ho the road is a single winding gravel road.  Originally park of the Croesus pack track it was widened in the 1940s for coal prospecting.  No substantial coal was found, but plenty of low quality coal seams can be seen at the start of the track.


Well over a hundred years old, most of this excellently-benched track still survives. This is despite the meters of rain which fall every year.

Having long since washed and rotted away, the original bridges and fords have been replaced with cable suspension bridges.


Views back into the towering central ranges appear on occasion.


We stopped for lunch at one of several long-abandoned hotel sites.

Mostly worked out by the early 20th century, the mine works were reopened during the great depression under a government work scheme.  One of the depression era huts still stands, as well as the derelict Garden Gully battery. 









Powered by high-pressure water from the mountains via this pelton water wheel, this beast received ore from the mountaintop via an aerial cableway. 


The side track to Garden Gully involved lots of water crossings.  Thankfully most were not very deep.




As we continued upward, the track began switchbacking up the mountainside. The level of effort and skill that went into carving this track into the steep hill is amazing.  Dry rock walls made of hundred-pound-plus stones still stand,  stream crossings made from interlocking key stones stacked 6+ feet deep.  Box drains and pits to duct water under the track, and drainage channels run along the track.  All of this done by hand with basic hand tools.  Not a single cut stone or ounce of motor to be found.  Most of it still usable despite nearly a century of neglect.



Can you see the parallel interlocking stones?  Even decades of water and torrential floods have failed to dislodge them.

Eventually we cleared the treeline and arrived at Ces Clarke hut.  Built in the days before the Department of Conservation, this hut is unique in construction and location. 


Ces Clark hut on the left, the hut in the bottom right is a gold miner's stopover hut from the early 1900s.


Check out that view.




The view from the toilet was pretty good too.

A cheeky weka managed to get briefly stuck under the hut before figuring out it could just walk out the way it came…

The next day we hiked up to Croesus Knob.  Along the way we found the remains of the aerial cableway towers, crumpled after a century in the elements.   Down the hill, the remains of the Croesus mine were visible. 



With persistent low clouds blocking our views, we decided to risk a walk along the Croesus track to the Moonlight Route junction, and then along the Moonlight Tops route for a while. 


See the track climbing up the other side of this dip (left side)?  Parts of the track were being remade by a track crew with a digging machine.  The existing tramping track didn’t meet the Great Walks standard, I guess.


This is the shell of a carnivorous land snail.  They roam about at night eating insects and worms, as well as any carrion.


After stopping for lunch, we decided to turn back, as the weather showed no sign of clearing.  We heard a loud kee-aha, kee-aha in the distance, and were unsure of its source.  A few minutes later a pair of Kea flew overhead, with one landing nearby for a short while.


The only species of alpine parrot, the kea were hunted nearly to extinction.  Believed to kill sheep, the government put a bounty on them until the 1960s.  It wasn’t until 1986 that public pressure forced farmers to relinquish their right to shoot kea on their property. Today, only about 5,000 pairs are believed to exist in the wild. They are a very intelligent bird, having to survive and find food in the unforgiving alpine ranges.  They are known for eating the eggs and chicks of other birds when available, and for even eating carrion, and cutting into sheep carcasses for their fat (check out that beak).  Despite this omnivorous nature, they disperse over half of the alpine plant species seeds.


No photos of them in flight this time, but the underside of their wings is a burnt orange and gold.

We returned to Ces Clark hut for our packs, and started back down to the van. Of course, despite the weather forecast, the sky cleared up halfway down!