Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Trentham to Petone and other rides


One of the disadvantages of going on a biking holiday is that when you come home, you feel a bit “biked out”, and don’t want to go for any rides for a while. While our last escapade wasn’t exactly a biking holiday – just a few days’ cycling tacked onto the end of a week visiting family – we did bike a total of 205 km, which was enough to set up the “biked out” feeling. Added to that was the fact that John has been laid low by a nasty cold and generally feeling tired and unmotivated. And the weather has not been too enticing, so we haven’t done any great bike heroics for over a month.

But on Wednesday 5 August – yes I know, that’s nearly a month ago, I’ve been a bit remiss in writing things up – it was fine-ish, so we took the train to Upper Hutt. We had thought of biking in Whiteman’s Valley, and riding back to Petone. However, that day, the train only went as far as Trentham, and was being replaced by buses to take passengers to Upper Hutt from there. Not very practical with our bikes.

So we flagged the idea of Whiteman’s Valley. It will keep for another time. We found our way to Trentham Park, to get to the Hutt River trail. The park leads into a nice forested area, called Barton’s Bush. This is the largest remaining area of original native bush – lowland mixed podocarp/broadleaf forest – on the valley floor. 

The entrance to Trentham Park from Fergusson Drive (photo by John)

The track through Barton’s Bush (photo by John)

Once on the Hutt River Trail, we were on familiar territory. It was pleasing to see the progress that is being made in sealing most of the trail. Between Silverstream and Stokes Valley, there is a stretch of track, parallel to and below the Eastern Hutt Road, that is narrow, gravelly and up-and-down. It is my least favourite bit of the trail, and I was thrilled to see that it had been replaced with a nice, smooth concrete path. However, my enjoyment was very short-lived, as it only went for a very short distance, only to deteriorate into gravel and mud again. Oh, well – there’s hope that it will be sealed eventually …

Disappointingly this sealed stretch of track did not go very far (photo by John)

Closer to Lower Hutt, more of the track had been sealed, a very nice smooth finish, though it looks a bit messy on the photo below. I think it will look much better when all the mud streaks have washed off in the rain.

The sealed track near lower Hutt (photo by John)

With a small detour into Lower Hutt for lunch, we got back to our car in Petone, having biked 30 km. A good ride.

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We had a few short rides in subsequent weeks – a couple of times down to our local café with a meander around the suburb (9-10 km each), and a 10 km ride along the Wellington Waterfront on a lovely sunny day.

Not a trick photo – that's how steep Churton Park streets are (photo by John)

Our local café – "Thyme" – on Middleton Road (photo by John)

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Our next ride of any substance was along the northern edge of the Pauatahanui Inlet on 21 August. We parked in the Ngati Toa Domain, and rode to the Camborne Walkway. When we first got there, the inlet was absolutely flat, mirror-like, with magnificent reflections. But by the time we came to the end of the walkway, a breeze had sprung up and all the reflections were gone. We were lucky to have captured them.

The Camborne boatsheds and the beach at the end of Pascoe Avenue (photo by John)

Reflections on the inlet (photo by John)

The clouds just make this picture (photo by John)

John concentrates on taking the above pictures

After lunch at the Ground Up Café in Pauatahanui (they do a fantastic chicken salad!), we rode some distance past the roundabout on the Haywards Road, to turn into Bradey Road. We had biked here once before about a year ago. We didn’t have the e-bikes then, and the climb up the hill meant I had to walk quite a bit of it. This time, we sailed up the hill without trouble. This is a lovely valley, and I spotted wattles in flower, and daffodils along the roadside. Spring is a-coming!

From the top of the rise, the road becomes a gravel farm track, and unfortunately it ends at a gate with dire warnings to “keep out”. So we stopped, took some photos, and turned around.

The end of the road (photo by John)

St Joseph’s is a small historic church (built in 1878), opposite the exit from Bradey Road (photo by John)

Our total distance for the day was 21 km.

Monday, 6 July 2015

Pukerua – Pauatahanui – Whitby


In amongst the horrible wintry days, we do get some lovely fine ones, and Wednesday 1 July was such a day – cold, but sunny and calm. With our e-bikes, we took the train from Takapu Road to Pukerua Bay. We discovered that the Takapu Road station had had a make-over since we were there last. A flash new shelter had been installed.

The new shelter at Takapu Road station (photo by John)

As the train sped past Porirua Harbour, the view was gorgeous – flat calm, like a mirror, with lovely reflections of the Whitireia Peninsula opposite.

We had a couple of false starts trying to find the pedestrian overbridge near Pukerua Bay station. John thought it was this way, I thought it was that way. We found it – it is a much safer way to get across SH1 than trying to do so at ground level.

The ramp of the Pukerua Bay pedestrian bridge over SH1 (photo by John)

We rode down Te Ara Harakeke, the shared walking/cycle path alongside the motorway. Whee! No need to pedal! When we got to Whenua Tapu (the cemetery), I suggested we go up Airlies Road, towards Karehana Bay, rather than taking the easy way down the cycle path to Plimmerton.

We’ve only ridden up there once before, on John’s suggestion and with my serious misgivings. It was before we had the e-bikes, and he claimed it would be “just up a little hill" and then it would be all downhill to the Karehana Bay. It wasn’t.

It is quite a lot of uphill, and rather steep at that. That first time I struggled up it, huffing and puffing, having to get off and walk, purple-faced with the effort, cursing and muttering dark grumblings. This time however, with the e-bikes, it was a whole lot easier. I won’t say it was a doddle, it was still hard work, but with the e-assist set at 3 and sometimes 4, at least I did not have to get off and walk.

Downhill all the way to Karehana Bay from here (photo by John)

When we got to the bottom, we noticed some activity and a big crane at the wharf by the Boating Club. We went to investigate. They were repairing the wharf, propping up some of the piles which had become wobbly.

Wharf repairs at the Plimmerton Boating Club (photo by John)

The other wharf and boat launching ramp by the Boating Club (photo by John)

We rode along, through Plimmerton, onto the track that runs beside the railway line. There is a little beach on the other side of the Ngati Toa Domain, but I’ve never seen any people there.

A nice little beach north of the Ngati Toa Domain (photo by John)

At the Domain, we crossed the railway line and SH1, to head towards the Camborne Walkway – one of our favourite tracks. The Pauatahanui Inlet was calm and mirror-like. We watched a grey heron wading through the shallow water at the edge. Long, slow steps, very regal.

Watching the heron (photo by John)

A glimpse of the reflections between the boat sheds (photo by John)

One of the sheds had a painting on each end wall. One side showed the poet Sam Hunt and his dog Minstrel, the other side a seascape with what I assume must be one of his poems. Sam Hunt is a well-known poet, apparently much-loved by NZers, who lived in several of the boatsheds on the Pauatahanui Inlet.

Sam Hunt and his dog Minstrel – and me … (photo by John)

Some of my friends gasp in horror when I say that I detest poetry. I am probably too practical – poetry is too vague and waffly to my taste, a pointless waste of time and energy. And I must admit that I don’t like Sam Hunt’s voice or his delivery either, when he reads his poems. But he’s a local hero, so there you go.

Toetoe and flax (photo by John)

On Te Ara Piko – “The Meandering Path” along the edge of the inlet – we found that two new information panels had been installed at Ration Point. Each featured a photo of the landscape one sees from there, with smaller photos and details pointing out some of the highlights.

Two new information panels at Ration Point (photo by John)

We carried on around the inlet, to the Ground Up Café for lunch, and then rode into Whitby, intending to return to Porirua via Bothamley Park.

Whitby has a very extensive network of walkways which are lovely to bike on. The only trouble is that they are not properly signposted. There are signs with a picture of a walking man pointing to where a track starts, but there is no information as to where it leads.

And we got lost. I am completely directionally challenged – I need a map, and then I still have to turn it round and round to figure out which way I am facing. So I have to rely on John, who seems to have a natural flair for direction most of the time. We went up this path and down that road. All very pleasant, but we clearly weren't making any headway. When I said “You’re lost, aren’t you?”, he replied “That’s OK, we just have to keep the sun on our right, and we’ll get there”. Such confidence.

Whitby has some lovely walking/cycling pathways (photo by John)

We rode under some big macrocarpas …

… and beside a pleasant stream (photo by John)

We-e-ell, he was right, in principle, as we did get to Porirua – eventually. Then again, he was wrong, because we didn’t go via Bothamley Park. Instead of going south towards Bothamley Park and Cannons Creek, we went north towards the Inlet again. We came down Postgate Drive, and ended up on Paremata Road.

This is where we ended up, on Paremata Road

Looking towards the Paremata Bridge

Fortunately there was a foot/cycle path along the water’s edge (there isn’t further around the Inlet, and it is rather hazardous to bike there). So we biked back to Porirua past the Aotea Lagoon, and then along the Porirua Stream, back to Takapu Road, where our car was parked.

The last couple of kilometres through Tawa are on a lovely wide, smooth path, and here John challenged me, “I’ll race you!”. We cranked our assist levels up to 5, and belted along like a couple of youngsters! Nobody else was around, so we didn’t endanger anyone. I was winning, but in the end I had to admit defeat, as my legs couldn’t keep it up. In fact I paid for it in pain in the next few days, especially as I had three dancing nights that week as well. Scottish Country dancing is hard on the old calf muscles!

Despite getting lost, we’d had a great ride – 43 km.

Thursday, 4 June 2015

Pauatahanui and a Rainbow Night


Last Thursday 28 May, we went for a bike ride along the Pauatahanui Inlet. The weather was not as fine as the forecast had promised – mainly lumpy clouds, with a few spots of blue sky – but it was absolutely calm, not a breath of wind.

We parked at the Ngati Toa Domain in Mana, and rode along the Camborne Walkway. The inlet was absolutely flat, not the merest ripple. It looked like a gigantic mirror. The whole landscape all around the inlet was reflected in the water – stunning!

The walkway first runs behind a row of colourful boatsheds. The view of these, with their small boats in front and their reflections in the water, was simply beautiful. I love the photo that John took. If you click on the photo to enlarge it, it looks even better.

The boatsheds on the Camborne Walkway (photo by John)

As we emerged from behind the boatsheds (oh dear, that’s sounds a bit naughty!), we were delighted with the perfect reflections all around the inlet. Not only the hills, but also the clouds were beautifully mirrored. We took quite a few photos, it was hard to decide which ones to use here.

Magic reflections

A lovely view to look out on while enjoying a rest (photo by John)


A stream running into the inlet isn’t moving either (photo by John)

As usual, when we come out this way, we stopped at the Ground Up Café for lunch. It is a popular café, and it was quite busy, but the food was worth waiting for. And their coffee is always excellent.

Our bikes contrast with the green wall of the café (photo by John)

Hard to believe all this area was under water just a couple of weeks ago (photo by John)

It’s difficult to tell what is land and what is reflection (photo by John)

When we got back to the car, we had done just 14.5 km, so we did an extra loop towards the Mana boat harbour to make our mileage up to a round 15 km. It was longer than that, we ended up with 17 km for the day.

At the boat harbour too, the reflections were perfect (photo by John)

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Rainbow Theme Night


In the evening that same day, we attended the special Theme Night of our Tawa Scottish country dancing club. The theme was “Rainbows”, and the hall was suitably decorated with colourful kites, balloons, and of course a rainbow and a pot of gold. Members and guests had been asked to wear their most colourful outfits, and everyone made a great effort to look as bright and gaudy as possible.

The night started with a warm-up and stretches. The music for the stretches was "I can sing a Rainbow".
 Our tutor Maureen is in the foreground (photo by John)

John and I wore our “folding bike” T-shirts (a Christmas gift from our daughter) and I decided a rainbow-coloured wig was a must-have, and John had a rainbow bow tie. In the photo below, John looks as if he has a black eye, but it is just a shadow, as he is just below the ceiling light. That’s what happens when you get someone else to take a photo of you. John would never have let that happen, he would have noticed it before pressing the shutter.

Do you like my wig? (photo by another dancer with John’s camera)

Mary and Duncan sported wigs too (photo by John)

The dances all had names containing a colour, and our tutor, Maureen, had devised a quiz with ten instrumental clips (not SCD music), of which teams had to guess the colour in the title or lyrics of the songs.

Colourfully clad dancers listen to the briefing for the next dance (photo by John)
 
Hilary and Désirée launch into a reel (photo by John)

The event was a huge success. Everyone went home thoroughly satisfied with a great evening’s dancing. All credit goes to our tutor who came up with the idea of the rainbow theme, and planned the dance programme to match.



Friday, 6 February 2015

Touring the Mackenzie Country – Part 2


From Tuesday 20 to Saturday 25 January, John and I, and my sister Aimée and brother-in-law Neil, went on a fully supported bicycle tour of the beautiful Mackenzie Country. This is the second blog post about that trip. Part 1 is in the previous blog post, further down.


Day 3 of the tour – Thursday 22 January 

 

Another early start, we were on the road by 8:15. Peter drove us to the top of the Quailburn Road, where there is an historic woolshed. Quailburn Station was once part of Benmore Run, which was one of the largest properties in Otago in the 1870s. An information board in the woolshed tells us that it was built in the early 1920s, and constructed from beech poles taken from the Quailburn Bush. Wood was scarce in the Mackenzie, the only local source of timber being pockets of forests in gullies around Quailburn and Lake Ohau.

The historic woolshed at Quailburn was built in the early 1920s

It was constructed from beech poles

After a look around the woolshed, we set off on our first 19 km ride of the day. This is also part of the Alps to Ocean Trail. The road was mostly smooth gravel, and downhill all the way. Towards the end it became a sealed road. It was quite chilly to begin with, especially as you picked up speed on the downhill. John put on his parka to keep the wind out, and was caught on camera by Aimée.

John was feeling the cold (photo by Aimée)

The early part of the trail was lined with wonderful wild flowers. Here were the remnants of the famous Mackenzie Country Russell lupins – one of the main reasons I wanted to bike in this part of the country. Unfortunately it was too late in the season to see them in their full multi-coloured glory. I think that they were still flowering here because it was quite high in the hills, and cooler than lower down. I took photos of what was still on offer, but had to use my imagination for what it might have looked like if all those seed pods had been flowers.

This would have looked wonderful a few weeks earlier!

Russell lupins

Other flowers that lined the road were the yellow-topped spikes of woolly mullein (Verbascum thapsus) and the proliferation of tall blue viper’s bugloss (Echium vulgare). They make a stunning combination. 

Masses of woolly mullein and viper’s bugloss

After a relatively green part of the ride, the landscape opened up to wide brown and gold expanses, with the hills in the distance.

A nice curve in the road …

… followed by a long straight (photo by John)

Signs of habitation … (photo by John)

… or not

After about an hour’s cycling we were met again by Peter and the van, and we headed to Omarama for morning tea at the “Wrinkly Rams”. As well as serving excellent coffee and scones, they also appeared to have a sheep show, though we didn’t get to see any of that. John liked the display at the entrance, which looked suitably rustic.

The entrance of “The Wrinkly Rams” (photo by John)

Our guides Peter and Chris decided to stay in the shade of the verandah

Soon it was time to get going again. It was a 45-minute drive to the top of the Ahuriri Valley. What amazing scenery! Rugged mountains on either side, and at the top of the valley a view towards snowy peaks. Peter told us that the dominating peak was Mt Strauchon (2391 m).

Mt Strauchon and other peaks (photo by John)

We pulled to a stop for lunch near some wetlands. While Peter and Chris got out all the paraphernalia for lunch, we all wandered off and went crazy with our cameras.

The massive scree slopes are typical of the glaciated valley

Mt Strauchon reflections (photo by John)

One side of the valley ...

... and the other side (photo by John)

This whole area is part of the Ahuriri Conservation Park, which is administered by DOC (Dept of Conservation). The aim is to protect vulnerable wetlands and tussock lands, but also to provide easy access for people to walk, cycle or ride (horses) in the mountains.

Several information boards near our lunch spot explained the significance of the wetlands. They are important because they remain largely unchanged, when most of the natural wetlands in New Zealand have been lost. They are a habitat of several native fish species and of the critically endangered black stilt (kakī) which are now only found here. Neil took a rather nice photo of the more common pied stilt, making good use of a zoom lens.

Pied stilt (poaka) (photo by Neil)

Time for lunch! Again all the camping chairs were put out, and we had a leisurely lunch while enjoying the dramatic surroundings.

Setting the scene for lunch

Enjoying the sun after lunch (photo by Aimée)

I have no idea what this tiny flower is – the whole cluster was less than 1 cm across –
but its colour caught my attention among the grass

Ready to ride 25 km down this spectacular valley (photo by a fellow traveller with John’s camera)

As we biked down the valley, we made numerous stops for photos. Some small lakes provided brilliant reflections of the hills and mountains around us.

Perfect reflections (photo by John)

More reflections

The dark colour of the water is caused by algae (photo by John)

So peaceful ...

The road was mostly downhill, but there were a few vicious climbs, which necessitated getting off and walking – for the less fit amongst us. There were a few stretches on the road where corrugations in the surface made for quite unpleasant riding as the parallel ridges were hard to avoid. The shuddering hurt your hands and shoulders, and made your brain rattle about.

Going downhill was lovely …

… but climbing up the other side was hard work (photo by John)

Irrigation produces surprisingly green patches in the valley (photo by John)

Further down the valley, we crossed the Ahuriri River, and stayed more or less alongside it for the rest of the ride.

The Ahuriri River

The Ahuriri River from a disused bridge (photo by Aimée)

When we all got back to the van, one of the Auckland group had been waiting for quite a while. He had set himself a challenge and did the ride in less than an hour and a quarter. The rest of us took nearly two hours to do the 25 km.

On the way back to our accommodation, we stopped off in Twizel for Peter to pick up the dishes provided by the Musterers Hut (where we had dinner the previous night) which would contribute to our barbecue dinner at the “Lyons Den”. Some of us also took the opportunity to stop at the local supermarket to get supplies of drinks and nibbles.

Back at Omahau Downs, we freshened up – very necessary after biking 44 km under a hot sun – then carried the sun loungers into the shade of some trees by the Lyons Den, and settled ourselves down with lemonade and chippies for a spot of reading, or in Neil’s case, a bit of a doze.

Bliss under the trees (photo by John)

We were then invited to enjoy some socialising with wine and cheese at “The Lodge”, while Peter and Chris busied themselves getting things ready for the barbecue at the "Lyons Den".

The barbecue was most enjoyable: Peter did an excellent job as chief barbecue cook, and the salads and dessert provided by the Musterers Hut were delicious.

Peter shows off the Pure Trails logo on his apron

Mt Cook came to the party too, showing itself in all its glory in the distance. All the cameras were put to good use to capture this stunning sight. As dusk fell, the last rays of sunshine lit up the mountain in a delicate pink.

Mt Cook as seen from the terrace (with a bit of help from a zoom lens)

The last rays make Mt Cook glow pink (photo by John)



Day 4 – Friday 23 January


After packing our luggage in the van, we left Omahau Downs on our bikes, with instructions from Peter to turn right outside the gate, and to follow the A2O sign posts along the Glen Lyon Road out of Twizel. The morning’s ride would be 20 km on the sealed road alongside the hydro-electric canals towards Lake Ohau. On the way to the canal we saw some interesting clay cliffs, and a small lake, Loch Cameron.

Clay cliffs

Perfect reflections in Loch Cameron (photo by John)

Today’s rides correspond with Section 3 of the Alps to Ocean Trail. Here is a useful map.

At the bridge across the Ohau-Pukaki Canal, Peter and Chris were waiting to make sure that we ended up riding on the correct side of the canal and in the right direction – we could have gone any one of four ways …

Our guides made sure we took the right road (photo by John)

The stretch along the canal was mostly straight, apart from one kink where the canal from Pukaki met the canal from Ohau, to be joined together to flow into Lake Ruataniwha at the Ohau A Power Station. One or two people found it quite a boring stretch, but I enjoyed getting into my own rhythm and keeping going.

The Pukaki Canal

We stopped to take photos of a salmon farm, where a worker was feeding his charges. When he flung scoopfuls of food into the pens, there was a frenzy of salmon activity on the surface of the water. A large group of seagulls, sitting on a boom tethering the farm to the shore, were lining up hoping for a tasty treat too. It seemed to me they were rather a long way from home.

A salmon farm (photo by John)

Seagulls hoping for a snack

After about an hour and a half we reached the control structure at the outlet from Lake Ohau. And who should we see waiting for us there, with morning tea, but our lovely guides of course!

Water flows from Lake Ohau into the Ohau hydro canal (photo by John)

The next leg of the journey was a track along the edge of Lake Ohau. We rode this part of the track when we were here last April, and we were pleased to be doing it again, as it is so beautiful.

Ben Ohau dominates the lake from almost every angle (photo by John)

The Ohau River, on the downriver side of the weir

The other side of the weir – the outflow of the Ohau river from the lake

As it is a gravel track with the potential for flat tyres, it was decided that someone should take the spare tube and puncture repair kit. The track was not accessible to the van, so we would have to sort ourselves out if anyone had a puncture.

John has good mechanical skills, and experience with fixing punctures, so he volunteered to carry the repair kit, and therefore had to be the last one to leave. BUT ...! the repair kit must have been jinxed! The only person to get a puncture was … John! And not just one puncture, but two!

John had told me to go ahead with the others while he closed up the rear, and I expected him to catch us up before long. I amused myself taking photos while waiting.

Ben Ohau and a lone boatie

The road up to the Ohau Skifield. It starts from the Lake Ohau Lodge, which was
where we were headed today

But he didn’t appear. I waited, and waited, and called out – to no avail. Some parts of the track were narrow and with steep drops to the lake. I started to worry that he might have come to grief so I backtracked for a couple of kilometres. When I found him he said he’d had a puncture almost at the start of the rough track.

Apart from the track between the Ohau Canal and the Ohau Weir, which is especially rough (that was the bit I didn’t like last time) the surface of the track was quite improved from last April. They must have done some maintenance before the start of the main tourist season.

John in photographer mode

Wonderful views over the lake

Then, would you believe it, with a couple of kilometres still to go before we would meet the van, John had another puncture! He’d used the new tube, so this time he had to try to patch the fairly large hole in the tube. Both punctures were probably caused by vicious matagouri thorns.

Puncture number two!

So I rode ahead to alert Peter, who had already heard from some of the others about his first puncture. He asked how far back John was, and so he jumped on the spare bike – carried along on the trip for just such an occasion – and went to John’s rescue with a whole new wheel.

While waiting, I explored the lake edge, and took yet more photos!

Driftwood by the lake

A lonely lupin 

A lot of driftwood testifies to the fierce storms that can whip up on this lake

Doing a wheel swap

After that, it was another 10 km on the road to the Lake Ohau Lodge where we would be staying overnight. Peter had warned us of the driveway up to the Lodge. It looked very benign, but at the end of a 42 km ride, the apparently slight slope was more than the legs could manage. I had to get off and walk!

The Lake Ohau Lodge is a wonderful place to stay. Our rooms were in the new part, overlooking the lake – what a gorgeous view! As soon as we had parked our belongings in our rooms we were summoned to lunch. Couples were told to sit opposite each other, as they would be sharing platters.

A platter for two – Lake Ohau Lodge is justly renowned for its excellent food (photo by John)

Lunch! (photo by an Ohau staff member with John’s camera)

Before our afternoon excursion, we had time to settle into our rooms, or explore our surroundings. The view from our rooms was stunning. The lake was like glass, and the mountainsides clearly show the striations caused by glacier action many thousands of years ago.


The view from in front of our room (photo by John)

Looking towards the top of the lake. The high snowy peak in the middle of the photo,
behind everything else, is Mt Cook (photo by John)

The rustic seat outside our room

For the afternoon Peter took us up the road into the valley at the top of the lake, where the catchments of the Hopkins and Dobson Rivers meet. Another stunningly beautiful valley.

From here, we had the option of biking back down the 16 or so kilometres back to the lodge, but only two were game to tackle it in its entirety – John and Neil. Good on them! The road up had been fairly rough and included a couple of steep descents (which would be climbs on the way back!), and the rest of us decided to opt out of that.

Peter, and we in the van, would be keeping track of the two heroes, and if they wanted to call it quits or take a ride up the steep climbs, that would be OK. Meanwhile, we lingered in the shade of some trees to give them a headstart. And of course the camera got another work-out!

Looking towards Mt Cook National Park

I liked the shape of this fallen tree

John took this on photo during his ride (photo by John)

I think this is the Temple Stream (photo by John)

John on the bridge over the Maitland Stream

View from the bridge

There were a number of cattle stops along the road (photo by John)

At about half-way, Neil decided enough was enough, and got back into the van. John continued on the bike. We overtook him in the van, and then with about five kilometres to go, after the worst of the climbs, Peter asked if anyone wanted to bike the last bit back to the Lodge. Quite a few of us did.

When we came to a ford – the only one that still had water in it – most of us got our feet wet because we barrelled through the middle of it. Then John caught up with us and I waited to see how he would negotiate it. He stayed very close to the downhill edge where the water was shallow, and didn’t get a drop on him!

John picks his way across a ford

Looking back up the lake

Some of the road was quite corrugated and the only way to avoid the shuddering was to stay in the middle where the gravel had collected, which was also hard on the hands. I was glad to see the entrance to the Lodge. But then we had to climb back up the driveway!

Back at the Lodge, and sitting outside our room, we saw one of the Auckland group returning from a swim in the lake, which she assured us had been wonderfully refreshing. That tempted Aimée, so we walked down the path to the lake, where she went for a swim, but John and I just paddled. I’m not much of a swimmer. My swimming skills are limited to not drowning!

Aimée goes for a swim (you can just see her head). Look how clear the water is!

“How do you like my boat?”

Interesting cloud formations (photo by John)

After a wonderful dinner we took the last photos of the day – of the sun setting over the mountains. The end of another brilliant day.

Mt Cook still gets sunshine at 9:15 pm, while the closer mountains are already in shade

Sunset over the mountains opposite us

 

 Day 5 – Saturday 24 January


Back on the road by 8:30 after an excellent cooked breakfast. Lake Ohau Lodge really excels itself. Not only that, but Louise, the owner who prides herself on her personal touch with her guests, came to farewell us as we were about to depart.

Louise, owner of the Lake Ohau Lodge, comes aboard to farewell us (photo by John)

Today was the last day of the tour, and our final ride was part of Section 6 of the A2O Trail. An hour’s drive to the Benmore Dam, from where we started our ride along the northern shore of Lake Aviemore as far as the Aviemore Dam.

Benmore Dam, constructed in the 1950s, is the largest dam in the Waitaki Power Scheme. It is a massive earth dam, and is nearly a kilometre across. Lake Benmore behind it holds 12.5 million cubic meters, about 1.5 times as much as Wellington Harbour.

Off we go! Aimée and Neil were always the first to get going

Benmore Dam is a huge earth structure (photo by John)

The top of the dam (photo by John)

Benmore Power Station is capable of generating 540 megawatts of electricity (photo by John)

From the dam, we headed along the shore of Lake Aviemore, which is also enormous. The beginning of the ride was an exhilarating downhill, whizzing around sweeping curves in the road – smooth sealed road, no traffic. I think I hit 39 km/h, a record for me, but I’m sure some of the others went much faster than that! After that, it was mostly flat – at least, that's what it said in the booklet that we were all given at the start of the tour. In fact, there were a few serious uphills, which I struggled with, until I clicked that I should use the lower of the three gear options on the left of my handlebar (“the three-gear front derailleur” is the technical term, apparently).

Peter had said that he would meet us at the camping ground for a morning tea stop. The lake shore is obviously a very popular place for camping holidays, because we rode past lots of lovely camping spots under the trees. Many of the sites had wind breaks built around them, which made them look quite “territorial”, as in “this is my spot and don’t you try to set up here …”.

Riding past all these camping spots, we were on the look-out for the van, but didn’t see it. We wondered how we could have missed it. Eventually, there it was, and Peter pointed out that this was the camping ground (with power and an ablution block), not just a camping spot – technical difference! Not being campers, how would we know!

A quick cup of coffee and a comfort stop, and we were on the road again. All on the flat now, no more climbs. At one stage, we rode below some high cliffs, where a bunch of people had stopped to take photos of a group of shags (cormorants) sitting on the cliff top.

Shags on a cliff top (click to enlarge) (photo by John)

Keeping a look-out (photo by Aimée)

Aimée and Neil

John had been very patient, keeping pace with me, but with about 10 km to go, he decided he would like to race to the end, and pick up a bit of serious speed for the last bit, which was fine by me.

Not too long before the Aviemore Dam, the road crossed a bridge over Deep Stream

Having raced ahead, John was waiting when I finally arrived at the Aviemore Dam. This was the end point of today’s ride, and the last time the bikes would be loaded onto the trailer.

Crossing the Aviemore Dam (photo by John)

The end of the ride, at Aviemore Dam (photo by Aimée)

Before the long drive back to Christchurch, we stopped at the Pasquale Winery in Kurow for a fabulous farewell lunch - beautiful platters with all sorts of delicious cheeses, cold meats, relishes, olives, breads and crackers. What a feast!

Farewell lunch at Pasquale Winery (photo by John)

We were delivered at our accommodation at 5pm, and bade a fond farewell to Peter, with lots of thanks for his wonderful guidance and good company (Chris had left us earlier in the day, in her own car).

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After parking our luggage in our motel unit, we went for a walk into town. It was the last day of the International Buskers Festival, and we thought there would be activity in Hagley Park, but it seemed to be all finished by the time we got there. We ended up having dinner in The Villas, a nice restaurant in Montreal Street. A surprise treat was a busker who installed himself in the entrance to the terrace, and entertained us with his great blues music.

Li’l Chuck’s music was great – though a tad too loud (photo by John)

We ambled back to our accommodation, taking more photos along the way. Christchurch is recovering from the 2010 and 2011 earthquakes, and there is a lot of construction going on, though there are still quite a few empty sites.

The Arches, a “gap-filler” project

We were impressed with a sinuously shaped building, simply named “151 Cambridge Terrace”. It was designed by Jasmax Architecs, constructed of steel and glass, and uses a base isolation system, to protect it from any further quakes.

151 Cambridge Terrace

Reflections (photo by John)

John discovered a new way of getting to the moon: simply get a crane to lift you there …
(photo by John)


 

Going home – Sunday 25 January


The train journey back to Picton, and the ferry crossing back to Wellington were mercifuly uneventful.

Aimée and Neil on the Coastal Pacific train (photo by John)

The Kaikoura coast (photo by John)

The evaporation ponds at the Grassmere saltworks. The pink colouring is caused by microscopic algae (photo by John)

The salt works (photo by John)

The burnt hillside – result of the fire that impeded our journey south a week earlier (photo by John)

Picton (photo by John)

Leaving the South Island

About to berth at the Wellington ferry terminal. Home! (photo by John)



Post script


The tour by Pure Trails New Zealand was an excellent choice. I came across their website when I was searching for information about cycling in the Mackenzie Country, because I was keen to see the swathes of wild lupins in flower. There was no tour available at the time that these were at their best, but the description of the tour appealed, especially the fact that it covered some of the easier sections of the Alps to Ocean Cycle Trail.

The fact that the tour was fully supported appealed too – accommodation and meals taken care of, no need to worry about luggage, a comfortable vehicle to take us to the tracks, the option to hitch a ride up a hill if necessary, and a knowledgeable guide to take us to all the best cycling experiences – at a level we could cope with.

The bikes we hired from Pure Trails were very nice to ride – once Aimée and I had sussed how to get over the fairly high step-through without falling over or otherwise injuring ourselves.

We were particularly glad that Aimée and Neil were able to come along with us, and I hope they have no regrets – despite sore bottoms, legs and hands …

It’s nearly two weeks since we came back, and it’s taken me much of that time to write up this blog. The difficulty was choosing from all the hundreds of photos we took along the way. New Zealand is such a beautiful country, there’s no need to go overseas for a fantastic holiday.

I look forward to doing another tour with Pure Trails some time – later this year perhaps, or next year. The West Coast Wilderness Trail appeals ...