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In The Shadow of Ruapehu

In The Shadow of Ruapehu

Chateau Tongariro, Mount Ruapehu, New Zealand – March 28, 2018

What is it that makes a trip by train such a romantic venture? Maybe it is that it harkens back to days long gone. Perhaps it the ability to see the sights at essentially eye-level, not from 35,000 feet. Maybe it is simply the name of the train, The Northern Explorer. Whatever it is, we were both looking forward to our trip to the Chateau Tongariro.
Absolutely ready for the train trip!

It was a drizzly, and sometimes rainy, morning.  As soon as the taxi dropped us off at Platform 9, we got into the queue to check-in for the journey.  The woman at the ticket counter gave us our tickets; Carriage D, seats 12A and 12B.  We tagged our bags to our final destination, National Park, and delivered them to the baggage carriage.

Our seats faced two others with a table in between. Luckily our seats looked to the front of the train. It was the same configuration we had when we traveled on the Tranzalpine from Greymouth to Christchurch in February 2016. The seats are excellent except for the fact that it is impossible to stretch one’s legs if another passenger is sitting across.

I have always been fascinated with locomotives.  The 7000-series model that was preparing to pull our train is one of the largest of the KiwiRail fleet.  While it is impressive, it is nowhere near as aerodynamic as the locomotives used in Spain to pull the bullet trains.  Regardless, I knew it would do just fine for our journey.

Readying for the trip.
A 7000-series locomotive to pull our cars to National Park.

When I originally purchased the tickets for our trip, I also bought two breakfast wraps and two long-black coffees. Talking with the woman in the dining carriage, I discovered she would be able to serve as soon as the train departed. Since that was just a few minutes away, I decided to stand and wait.

While I was waiting, I noticed several KiwiRail workers outside the train pushing empty shopping carts.  They bring carts full of food and beverages from the storage area to the train to stock the dining carriage.  When I walk to work from the train station, I had often seen the workers coming from a small warehouse in the train station building along Featherston Street.  I had always thought they were stocking the restaurant in the train station building.  That morning, I discovered the true nature of their business.

Just as she had promised, the attendant provided the wraps as the train departed, 07:55.  The coffees were not quite ready.  She said she would bring them to our seats.

I went back to our seats. Leslie and I both tucked into a delicious breakfast wrap of scrambled eggs and ham. While it may not have been haute cuisine, it was delicious. When the coffee arrived, the circle of our happiness was complete!

Above the aisle in the carriage were several video screens. The screens displayed a view of the North Island. The route of the train was visible, stretching from Wellington to Auckland. Our stop, National Park, was roughly halfway. We were to reach our destination in just over five hours. Quite frankly, I was delighted we were not going to Auckland. I am not sure I could have lasted an additional five hours.

The Northern Explorer travels from Wellington to Auckland and back again.

Periodically, the video emitted a bell tone. That indicated an audio commentary was available. Each seat had a pair of headphones. One could plug in and listen to the explanation in a variety of languages. I listened a couple of times. While it was interesting, I spent most of the time talking with Leslie and watching New Zealand pass by the train.

By the time we reached the Tasman Sea coast, the rain had stopped. It was still cloudy, but not raining. I walked to the rear of the train to take photos. The last carriage is for observation. That carriage has no windows. That translates to photographs with no reflection from the glass. That said, it was very challenging to take photos while the train rumbled and bounced along at about 60 mph.

Kapiti Island under the clouds.

The good news is the observation carriage was nice and cool.  The passenger carriages were intolerably hot.  The internal temperature only got worse once the cloud cover cleared.

Even though the clouds were still quite low, Kapiti Island was easily visible. The dark, dreary photo I made sets the tone for what the weather we experienced. That lasted until we passed the Otaki stop. From then on, we had beautiful blue skies with a few clouds.

The Northern Explorer made two stops before our stop; Palmerston North and Ohakune. Other than that, awe-inspiring expansive sheep stations (ranches) and magnificent river gorges provided a visual treat. I am still amazed at how much of New Zealand is such a beautiful green.

The river gorge that was my favorite had to be Rangitikei. The white cliffs against the azure-green water were beautiful. The fact that the train crosses the canyon on a high viaduct adds to the stunning perspective.

Another view of the Rangitikei gorge.
Crossing the very deep Rangitikei gorge.
On the outskirts of Otiku is The Wool Company. The only reason I noticed it is because two people were standing in front, waving at the passing train.
The Wool Company headquarters.

As we rattled through Taihape, I caught a glimpse of the large gumboot sculpture.  Taihape is the home to the annual North Island championship gumboot throwing.  The competitors throw rubber boots as far as they can.  The best throw I could find for women was Kristen Churchward’s 34.35 meters (113 feet) in 2016.  The best throw I could find for men was Brent Newdick’s 48.5 meters (159 feet) in 2015. That is quite a distance for a rubber boot to travel!

Nearing Waiouru, we got our first glimpse of Mount Ruapehu, one of New Zealand’s active volcanos. On a scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being the most active; Ruapehu rates a 1. That is the same level we encountered with White Island when we were at Ohope Beach. New Zealand lists twelve volcanos; Ruapehu and White Island are the only two considered currently active.

First view of Mount Ruapehu.

In addition to being an active volcano, Mount Ruapehu is the highest point on the North Island at 2,797 meters (9,177 feet).  In Maori, Ruapehu means “pit of noise” or “exploding pit.”  It last erupted on September 25, 2007.  Our destination, the Chateau Tongariro, lays at the base of Ruapehu.

After our stop at Ohakune, we crossed two spectacular viaducts; Hapuawhenua and Makatote.  Hapuawhenua dates from about 1907.  At its highest point, the 284-meter (932 feet) viaduct is 45 meters (148 feet) above the bottom of the gorge.  The Makatote is not quite as long, 262 meters (860 feet), but it is taller at 79 meters (259 feet).  They both demonstrate just how rugged the terrain can be in New Zealand.

It was about 13:15 when we arrived at National Park. I did not realize it until I wrote this blog, but National Park is the highest urban township in New Zealand (825 meters or 2,707 feet). Waimarino was the original name for National Park. In Maori, it translates to “calm waters.” In 1926, the railway changed the name to National Park.

A driver from ROAM (Rivers, Oceans, and Mountains) met a young woman at the train-side and us. It took about 20 minutes to get to the Chateau Tongariro. During the drive, we could see the clouds were gathering. What little bit of blue sky we had upon arrival was the last blue sky we saw until our return train trip.
Leslie at the Chateau.
I was there too!

Workers laid the foundation stone for the Chateau on February 16, 1929. As part of a government subsidy, the Chateau could not cost less than £40,000 nor more than £60,000. The other stipulation was that the project must be completed by March 31, 1930. The final cost was £88,000. It was a spectacular facility and setting for the time. To put those numbers into perspective today, it would be a range of £2,363,600 (US$3,312,569) to £3,545,400 (US$4,968,877). The final price equates to £5,199,920 (US$7,287,652).

Our room was nice.  It was spacious, but most importantly, it had a gas fireplace.  We placed our luggage in the room and went outside to explore.  We ended up at Tussock, a restaurant about 100 meters north of the Chateau.  We had a glass of wine on the front terrace, overlooking Mount Tongariro and Mount Ngauruhoe.  They were beginning to be obscured by clouds.

The other side of our room at the Chateau Tongariro.
Our room at the Chateau Tongariro.
Our views during the stay got worse and worse. The center mountain with its top in the clouds is Mount Ngauruhoe. Just to the left is Mount Tongariro.

Mount Ngauruhoe is the taller of the two at 2,291 meters (7,516 feet). Ngauruhoe translates as “the peak of Uruhoe.” Mount Tongariro is a mere 1,978 meters (6,489 feet). Tongariro translates as “south wind borne away.” They are both volcanos. Ngauruhoe last erupted on February 19, 1975. On the other hand, Tongariro’s last eruption was much more recent, November 21, 2012.

All three mountains; Ruapehu, Ngauruhoe, and Tongariro, played parts in The Lord of the Rings trilogy. They and the surrounding area were the shooting location for parts of the movie depicting Modor’s Gorgoroth region. Ngauruhoe, although digitally altered, played the role of Mount Doom. It seems that nearly anyplace one goes throughout New Zealand; parts of the films were made there.

The real draw to the area is the world-famous Tongariro Alpine Crossing. It is a one-way hike of about 19 kilometers (12 miles). Since parking at the trailhead is limited, shuttles take hikers to the start and then meet them on the other side. The trail begins at about 1,100 meters (3,609 feet), climbs to a high point of 1,900 meters (6,234 feet), and finally descends to the finish at a little more than 700 meters (2,297 feet). According to a brochure at the Chateau, the crossing takes six to eight hours. If Leslie and I had tried it, I am confident it would have been more like six to eight days, not counting the helicopter rescue!

After speaking with staff in the iSite, instead of the “long” walk, we opted for a couple of shorter walks; the ridge walk and the Whakapapa nature walk. It was a little drizzly while we walked, but it was not uncomfortable.

Just outside the iSite was a commemorative stone.  That is when I realized the Tongariro National Park is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.  I can see why.  The park is beautiful, gifted to the people of New Zealand by a Maori chief in 1887.  Visiting the park makes the 20th World Heritage Site Leslie and I have been fortunate enough to visit.  Regardless, that is not much of a dent in the over 1,000 sites worldwide.

The Tongariro National Park is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

The ridge walk begins just beyond the iSite. The sign indicated it was a 1.2-kilometer return (roundtrip) walk, taking about 30 to 40 minutes. Nearly half of the trail goes through a forest. The remainder winds through alpine shrubland. On the way up, it is definitely up. We frequently stopped to gain our breath. Just after we began, a young man passed us, going up the trail. We were about one-third of the way up when he passed us again, going down the path. I assured him we would make the summit in time for dinner. The end of the trail offered a commanding view of the Chateau and the land around. The low cloud cover limited our sight.

The Chateau as seen from the overview.

Whakapapa nature walk was much, much more manageable. It is a sealed trail that winds through some of the beech forests. There were plaques near plants identifying many of the species and describing the plant. However, my favorite part was the two detour trails I took. Both led me down to the Whakapapanui Stream. I thought it provided some excellent photographic opportunities.

Many walks are available throughout the park.
Whakapapanui Stream

That evening we splurged, opting for dinner in the Ruapehu Room. We selected the Chateau Briand for two. I do not think I had ever had that before. I would definitely have it again. It was delicious.

The next morning, Leslie was not feeling well. I walked up the road to a small store to see if I could find something like Pepto-Bismol. They had nothing of the sort. On my way to the store, I saw the old building across from the Chateau was open. I had not previously seen it open. The sign out front touted “authentic Maori art.” I went inside. I immediately saw two massive logs lying on the floor. They were being carved for a display in the area. The wood had a diameter of nearly three feet, and each was about 12-feet long. The carving was very intricate, with numerous Maori themes. The man I talked with about the project said it takes them about four months to complete the two sculptures. There were some art objects for sale, but nothing interested me.

At about 12:15, a woman from ROAM picked us up at the chateau for our short ride to National Park to catch our train. When we arrived at the station, she explained that the station has absolutely nothing to do with the train. Instead, it is a restaurant. Our ticketing and baggage would be handled right at train-side.

The train was a few minutes late, but soon we were on our way south. At the start of this blog, I waxed poetically about the romance of riding the rails. Quite frankly, that had worn off for both of us. After all, with a plane ride of a similar duration, we could be in Tahiti. We were tired and ready to be home.

The train platform at National Park, New Zealand.

Our seats on the return journey were in Carriage D, 7C and 7D. These were much more comfortable than on our initial trip. These seats were akin to airline seats in that they all faced forward and they all had trays stored in the seatbacks. We were able to stretch our legs out with no problem.

The only problem we had to endure again was the heat in the carriage.  We were both amazed at the number of passengers wearing heavy jackets.  Regardless, the time seemed to pass quickly.  We were back in Wellington by 18:30.

KiwiRail, the national rail system of New Zealand.
Exterior view of our car for the next five-plus hours.
Did I mention she is absolutely ready for the train trip?!
A station outbuilding. The sign boasts “Backing Black Caps”, the New Zealand national cricket team.
One of the many ramparts along the way.
A very nice looking station house.
Crossing over the Rangitikei River.
A colorful paddock.
The Rangitikei River alongside the tracks.
Yet another view of the Rangitikei gorge.
A bend in the Rangitikei River.
A green paddock stretching to the far hills.
Sheep in the paddock.
The locomotive, the baggage carriage, and our passenger carriage.
Green hillside in sheep country.
A lonely stretch of road.
Rugged green hillside.
A station home.
On the edge of a town.
It appears the sheep shall never want for a paddock in which to graze!
Sheep dining near two Cabbage (ti kouka) trees.
Sheep seem to go anywhere in the paddocks.
The cornerstone of the Chateau.
Two of the older visitors.
A 1931 Rover.
Our views on during the stay got worse and worse. The center mountain with its top in the clouds is Mount Ngauruhoe. Just to the left is Mount Tongariro.
The Chateau.
Tiki carving detail outside of the iSite.
The path leading to the ridge overview.
Ferns on the floor of the forest.
The Chateau and points north.
Some of the moss-type plants in the area.
Whakapapanui Stream as seen from a pedestrian bridge near Whakapapa Holiday Park.
Whakapapanui Stream
Whakapapanui Stream
Moss growing on the trees.
A plant with small yellow leaves.
Moss on the trees near the stream.
Whakapapanui Stream
Whakapapanui Stream
Whakapapanui Stream
Small ferns growing on the trees.
Plants and moss near Whakapapanui Stream.
A typical directional sign.
Various foliage on the forest floor.
Some delicate purple flowers.
One, small, lone red berry (hint – near the center).
Small ferns on a tree.
The ferns extended all the way to the canopy.
Ferns on the forest floor.
Old building across from the Chateau.  This is where the Maori carvings were stored.
Get to the Point

Get to the Point

Castlepoint, New Zealand – September 2, 2017

We decided to take a long weekend at Castlepoint, New Zealand. We wanted to stay in a bach since we knew many of those would be right on the beach. A bach (pronounced “batch” without the “t”) is like a cabin or summer home. We had heard of them, but we had never stayed in one. I visited the website Bookabach to find our accommodation. We decided on a two-bedroom bach, on the beach, with stunning views of the Castlepoint Lighthouse. The only things we had to bring were our linens and groceries. Other than that, everything is provided by the bach owner.
Taken just outside the bach.  It was chilly.  I had on a fleece jacket and two shirts.  It was spitting rain during this photoshoot.

The small town of Castlepoint is a little more than a two-hour drive from Lower Hutt. The journey is not bad; although, Leslie would disagree because of Rimutaka Pass. She really dislikes that pass.

Castlepoint lies along the east coast of the north island.  If one is looking for wild nightlife, this is probably not the place to visit.  There is one coffee house/grocery, the Castlepoint Store (they are called dairies here) and one hotel/restaurant, the Castlepoint Hotel and Guesthouse.  It is also known as the Whakataki Hotel.  On our way into town, we stopped at the hotel for a coffee.

September is the beginning of spring in New Zealand, so the weather can be dicey. We indeed found that to be true. It was cold and rainy for much of our visit. Regardless, we had a fun, relaxing weekend. It seemed more like a fall afternoon than a spring day.

We whiled away some of our time by quietly sitting in the bach, reading, or doing art projects. When we looked up, we were looking out of a large picture window, right at the lighthouse.

The Castlepoint Lighthouse as seen from our bach.

Except for some raindrops periodically hitting the bach, it was tranquil. It was also rather chilly inside. There were some space heaters available, but we did not turn them on too high. We would rather be comfortably cold than excruciatingly hot.

Part of what made the environment so relaxing was the water. I mean both the ocean and the rain. I have never been able to put my finger on the reason why, but something is soothing about the sound of water to the human spirit. It seems to “soothe the savage beast.” I could sit, watch, and listen to the ocean and the rain for hours. The smell of the sea and the rain added to the experience and the overall relaxation. I love Colorado, but I have come to love the islands of New Zealand too.

On our first afternoon, we walked along the beach in front of our bach.  There was a lot of activity because there was a fishing tournament in full swing.  We watched one man for a while as he set his bait, cast, and then reeled the line back to shore.  He said he had caught a couple, but he did not think they were anything to write home about.

Reelin’ one in.

The fisherman told us the tournament was drawing to a close.  He said there would be a large gathering at the Wairarapa Sports Fishing Club to celebrate the winners and have a fish-fry.  He suggested we stop by and partake.  We opted not to since we did not feel comfortable.  Besides, we had our heart set on dinner at the hotel.

The ocean swells were reasonably strong. At times, the fishing boats out disappeared from view as they bobbed up and down. Leslie and I were both glad we were on terra firma.

Since the fishing tournament was ending, people were beginning to bring their boats to shore.  It is always fun to watch people launch and recover boats.  They drive out onto the beach with a tractor, point the trailer into the surf, and either launch or recover.  I assume the small bay is too unprotected to have an actual marina.  Also, once a marina is in place, then it requires time and energy to operate and maintain.  So, I am sure the locals think the tractor and trailer method is much preferred.

A green tractor retrieving a boat.

Because of the weather, we opted to not climb to the lighthouse that first afternoon. For dinner that evening, we went back to the Castlepoint Hotel. The dining area was a combination of a bar, diner, and pool hall. There was a more formal dining room to the left as one entered, but everyone seemed to opt for the other. I am sure a big reason why was the roaring fire in the woodstove. We had a glass of wine and a good ol’ stick-to-your-ribs dinner.

A roaring fire in the hotel.

Back at the bach, I sat up my tripod to try to get some photos of the lighthouse in action.  It was a cloudy, misty, and cold evening.  I think that made for a good picture.

The next morning, we drove a little farther north along the coast. In about 15-minutes we came to the Mataikona Rocks. One of the Kiwis in the hotel the night before had recommended we visit. They were an unusual formation. We arrived as the tide was coming in. That limited how much of the structure we could see.  The compositions are layers of sandstone that have been upthrust when tectonic plates collided.

Mataikona Rocks at the beach.

It was still a mostly cloudy day. However, now and then, the sun would poke through. That made for some excellent photographs.

On the way to the Mataikona Rocks, we drove past a beautifully green paddock. It was part of a sheep ranch. One could see dozens of sheep and lambs. The shades of green in this country are hard to explain adequately. They are just so brilliant.

Near the Mataikona Rocks was a little-used trail along the beach. Along the path was a sign regarding Paua taking and the relevant regulations. I found that very interesting.

After some additional exploring and beach-combing, we drove back to the bach. Before departing Lower Hutt, we packed some groceries…and wine. That evening we ended up barbequing some beautiful steaks. I am sure part of the reason they tasted so good was the picturesque beauty all around us. The patio of the bach had a small overhang. I moved the barbeque under that for protection from the weather.

The following morning, our last day there, I woke up early. I checked outside and saw that the sky was relatively clear. I had never taken photographs of the stars. I decided to try it. I can tell I will need a lot more practice to get a perfect shot. That said, I did end up with one shot that I liked. Without very much light pollution at Castlepoint, it is incredible all of the stars one can see.

Starry starry night…My first try at star photography. It was actually a very early morning shot. The eastern horizon was just beginning to light up.  That is the lighthouse in the lower right.

Many of our friends from work have been to Castlepoint. For those that have not been there, I highly recommend the trip. It was so lovely to relax and not be running from one tourist site to the next. We felt very relaxed when we returned home.

Early evening at a stormy Castlepoint.
Launching in Deliverance Cove.
The fishing boat shuffle.
Reelin’ on in…again.
A boat launcher/retriever.
The lighthouse.
A couple of seals on the rocks.
Castlepoint lighthouse.
Green and rolling paddock.
More sheep and lambs.
The bay at Castlepoint.
The Mataikona Rocks looking toward the north.
I could not determine why the poles were in the surf.
Panorama of homes along Mataikona Road.
Gathering clouds above the Mataikona Rocks.
Paua fishing sign.
Bay alongside Mataikona Road.
Koru.
Rolling hills near Castlepoint.
Castlepoint bay.
View from Mataikona Road looking toward Castlepoint.
Sheep and lambs.
Rock formation along Mataikona Road.
Castle Rock looming over Deliverance Cove.
Deliverance Cove and Castle Rock.
Castlepoint lighthouse with Deliverance Cove and Castle Rock in the distance.
Castlepoint lighthouse.
Castle Rock at Deliverance Cove as seen from the lighthouse vantage point.
Our little slice of heaven. The bach we stayed at is in the center foreground with the green roof.
View of the Castlepoint bay from the lighthouse vantage point.
New Plymouth

New Plymouth

New Plymouth, New Zealand – July 4, 2016

Sunday evening, I asked Leslie, “Do you want to go here?” While asking the question, I pointed at my computer screen.
Her response, “Where?”
“Here,” I continued to point, “New Plymouth.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow!”
“Yes, yes, let’s go!”
I completed a hotel reservation. Then we packed a couple of bags and prepared for a morning departure.

Our traveling M.O. seems to begin with a stop at Macca’s. That morning was no different.

It was around 07:30 when we headed out of town on Highway 2. After just a few kilometers, we turned west on Highway 58. We have gone that way before. However, in the past, we have veered off onto the very narrow and twisting Paekakariki Hill Road. Leslie dislikes that drive even more than the Rimutaka Pass drive. That is because the Paekakariki Hill Road makes Rimutaka pass look like an autobahn in comparison. This time, we vowed to stay on Highway 58.

Highway 58 takes one to Porirua. Just after the Paekakariki Hill Road turnoff, Highway 58 skirts along Porirua Harbour. It is very picturesque.

The highway ends at Highway 1. That transition is a double roundabout. I am not exactly sure if I negotiated the double roundabout correctly, but we made it onto northbound Highway 1 without causing sparks with other vehicles. I count that as a win! Oddly enough, even though it was the morning rush, there was not a great deal of traffic at the roundabout.

As with virtually any drive in New Zealand, the scenery was beautiful. Heading north toward Paraparaumu, Highway 1 is directly alongside the Tasman Sea. The views are breathtaking.

Just outside Ohau, I spotted Otarere Maori Arts and Crafts. I would have stopped, but it was on the other side of the road. Instead, I made a mental note to stop on our way back home.

We continued on Highway 1 until the T-intersection with Highway 3 in Sanson. From there, we continued north on Highway 3. There, the terrain began to transition from rather flat to some steep hills and valleys. Multiple sheep and cattle dotted the hillsides. Each valley contained its own creek or stream.

Just before Wanganui, we crossed the Wanganui River. The span of the bridge is around 700 feet. According to several billboard signs, there is a paddleboat that plies the river. We may return for a weekend in Wanganui and try the boat ride.
Not long after leaving Wanganui, we spotted a volcano. We knew there is a volcano near New Plymouth, Mount Taranaki. We thought that was what we saw. Not too long after that, we spotted the actual Mount Taranaki. That meant the first volcano we saw was Ruapehu which is south of Lake Taupo. We were roughly 50 miles away from Ruapehu when we first saw it.

Mount Taranaki panorama.

Continuing north, just as we entered Eltham, Leslie spotted a great view of Mount Taranaki. I stopped immediately to capture the view. I do not think my photo does justice to the stunning sight of the volcano in the distance and the lush fields in the foreground.

Mount Taranaki.

About nine or ten miles south of New Plymouth, TomTom sent me onto Highway 3A. I did not want to go that way, but I decided not to argue with the GPS. As we arrived on the outskirts of New Plymouth, it was very definitely an industrial area. Suddenly, TomTom announced we had reached our destination. I looked around quickly. I did not see the Waterfront Hotel, nor did I see the beach. We continued on the main road until I found a safe place to stop.
I pulled up the hotel confirmation email on my cell phone. I checked the address, 1 Egmont. I knew I entered that into TomTom earlier that day. I decided to go back to the finish point, following the GPS directions exactly. Sure enough, there was nothing but industrial buildings in the area. I rechecked the email. That is when I noticed the address was 1 Egmont STREET. I had earlier selected 1 Egmont ROAD. I entered the correct address. In about three miles, we made it to the Waterfront Hotel.It was nearly 13:00 when we checked in to the hotel. The woman at reception placed us in room 306. Somehow, in the short trip from the reception desk to the third floor, 306 morphed into 302 in my mind. Exiting the elevator, room 302 was just in front of us. Under normal conditions, I would have tried our key in the door, noted it did not work, and then discover the number error. However, the entrance to 302 was propped open. I assumed that was for our arrival.
We walked into 302, me pulling the luggage cart behind. It was a massive room with a spectacular terrace and ocean view. We also immediately noticed it was brutally hot in the room. The split unit was pouring out hot air. I grabbed the remote control and brought the temperature control down to about 68 degrees. I took all of our stuff off the luggage cart. We agreed that we would meet in the hotel restaurant after I returned the luggage cart.
On the way out of the room, I decided it would be a good idea to check our keys before we locked the door. I was surprised when my key did not work, even though I tried it several times. That is when I checked the key-sleeve I was given at reception. Right there, on the front of the key-sleeve, was the number 306. We gathered our things and sheepishly moved to the correct room.

After lunch, we decided to walk around a little. One site I wanted to see was the Richmond Cottage. The good news is it was just around the corner from our hotel. The bad news, it is only open on the weekends. We were in New Plymouth for Monday and Tuesday only.

The two women at the tourist information station both recommended the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery. Their recommendation was due in part to the unusual building exterior; a polished metal attaches to the undulating exterior surface of the building. We decided to check out the gallery.

The exterior of the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery/Len Lye Centre.
The interior of the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery/Len Lye Centre.
A sculpture in the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery/Len Lye Centre.

The gallery was just a few blocks from our hotel. It was easy to tell the building. It is so radically different from any of the other architecture around. The mirrored surface provided numerous reflections of the surrounding area. I imagine it is challenging to drive by the building at certain times of the day. The sun probably reflects directly into drivers’ eyes.
We decided to go into the gallery. The entry fee was free. In our opinion, it was worth every penny. The only exhibit that I liked was the Four Fountains by Len Lye (1901-1980). Lye is a well-respected New Zealand artist. It was mesmerizing watching the Four Fountains move back and forth. However, to our taste, the remaining exhibits did nothing for us. We were glad we had not had to pay to enter.
From the gallery, we walked north on Queen Street to the New Plymouth Coastal Walkway. We strolled along the walkway until we were near The Wind Wand. We later learned that The Wind Wand is a kinetic sculpture designed by Len Lye. The sculpture consists of a long red wand topped with a clear plastic ball. Inside the ball is a smaller red ball. The red ball lights up at night. In total, the sculpture is 48 meters (157 feet) tall. It originally opened January 1, 2000, nearly 20 years after Lye’s death. Some of the locals told us the sculpture was removed shortly after it opened due to some structural faults. The sculpture went back up about 18 months later. It was interesting to watch it move around in the breeze.

The Wind Wand designed by Len Lye.
The Wind Wand.

Our next stop was the Centre City Shopping Centre. However, a mall is a mall is a mall. It was close to 16:30. Since the sun was due to set in about 45 minutes, we decided to go back to the Coastal Walkway, sit on a bench near The Wind Wand, and watch the sunset. It was a little chilly with a light breeze. The sunset was lovely, but probably not the best I have ever seen.
Following the sunset, it was back to the hotel for dinner and relaxing.

A lovely sunset over the Tasman Sea.
A view along the beach as the sun was beginning to set.

The next morning, we both enjoyed eggs benedict for breakfast. For some reason, those seem so much better here than in the U. S.

Our destination for the day was Egmont National Park, the home of Mount Taranaki. We wanted to stop at the Visitor Centre and see Dawson Falls.

Captain Cook spotted the volcano from the ocean nearly 250 years ago. He named the volcano after the Second Earl of Egmont. Of course, the Maori had been around for some 1,000 years before Captain Cook. Their name for the volcano was Taranaki. Roughly translated, Taranaki means shining peak. Today, the National Park retains the title of Egmont while the volcano goes by the name of Mount Taranaki. Looking at a map, it is immediately apparent the boundary of the National Park is nearly a perfect circle.
Departing the hotel, it only took about 30 minutes to make it to the Egmont National Park Visitor Centre. Upon arrival, we found there were only two or three other visitors. The Visitor Centre placement allowed for some stunning views of the volcano. While we were there, the clouds parted just enough to allow for some reasonable photos of the volcano. It was amazing to both of us just how quiet it was at the foot of the volcano. We marveled at the sight for a long time on the observation deck. The volcano summit is 2,518 meters (8,261 feet) above sea level. Macabrely, Mount Taranaki is the second most dangerous mountain in New Zealand after Mount Cook. That is an astounding fact given that Mount Cook is an additional 4,000 feet taller than Mount Taranaki. Since 1891, a total of 83 people have died on Mount Taranaki.

Mount Taranaki partly shrouded in clouds.
Volcano travelers.
Mount Taranaki.
Mount Taranaki detail.

Inside the center, we talked at length with the ranger, and she told us the volcano last erupted in the late 18th Century. It was currently a 0, no volcanic unrest, on the 0 to 5 scale used by the New Zealand government to measure the activity of a volcano. That is compared to a 1, minor volcanic unrest, for the Ruapehu volcano we saw the previous day. She also provided some insight for the next leg of our journey, Dawson Falls.
Dawson Falls is near the Dawson Falls Visitor Centre. To get there, we had to exit the National Park, skirt along the boundary to the south. We drove north on Manaia Road back into the National Park. For nearly the entire 50-minute drive, we were in a fog, drizzle, and light rain. Except for the toilets, the Visitor Centre was closed.
There was a wide spot in the road a very short distance from the Visitor Centre. We parked there at the same time as the rain stopped and the sun began to emerge. A sign there marked the 200 meters (650 feet) trailhead to Dawson Falls. The well-groomed trail descended from the road including 35 stairs on our way down to an observation platform. That platform provided an excellent view of the falls. However, that did not satisfy me. I wanted actually to go down to the base of Dawson Falls.
Leslie agreed or stubbornly asserted (the reader may choose) to go to the base of the falls with me. Little did we know that meant an additional 178 stairs. Luckily, the last 100 or so had a handrail. That said we encountered a total of 213 stairs on our way to the base of the falls. That rivaled the 261 stairs we faced at the Stairway to Heaven.

After the stairs…
Dawson Falls.
Dawson Falls II.
Dawson Falls III.
Dawson Falls IV.
Dawson Falls V.
Dawson Falls VI.
The path to the falls.

Dawson Falls drops about 18 meters (59 feet). At the base, a lot of mist swirled around with the wind. Regardless, I had to take some photographs. It is one of the most spectacular waterfalls I have seen.
So, how did we get back up to our car? One step at a time! That is when we counted the stairs. When we arrived at the car, we were both tired, but we were also both thrilled we had made the trip.We were very close to the small town of Stratford. We decided we would stop there for a late lunch. On our way up to Dawson Falls, we had noticed a sign advertising possum products. We wanted to stop there on our way to Stratford. We did see it again and stopped. We were at Environmental Products NZ Ltd., Possum Fur and Leather Shop. Possums in New Zealand do not look like possums in the U. S. They are Australian Brush Tailed Possums. Introduced to New Zealand in the mid-1800s, they have become a pest, destroying much of the ecosystem of New Zealand since they have no predators.
Environmental Products use possum fur and leather to make a host of products. One of the most predominant products are sweaters made with a combination of possum fur and merino wool. Try as she might, Leslie could not find a sweater she liked. However, we did depart with one pair of socks (I can testify to their warmth and comfort) and a pair of gloves for Leslie.
We continued into town and had a very mediocre lunch. Then it was back to the hotel for a nap, happy hour, and dinner, in that order.

The next morning, we departed for home after breakfast. This time, I was watching for the Otarere Maori Arts and Crafts store. Sure enough, just outside Ohau, I spotted the store again, this time on the left side of the road. That made for easy access to the store and then back onto the highway. Inside, a wonderful Maori woman talked to us about several different Maori items in the store. We fell in love with a wooden tiki face. It is hand-carved. It will always remind us of Aotearoa, the Maori word for New Zealand.

There’s an elephant in the building!
Birds flying along the shore.
400 Volts.
Sheep on the paddock in front of a house.
Mount Taranaki as seen from New Plymouth.

Lumberjack Lunch

Lumberjack Lunch

Owaka, New Zealand – February 16, 2016

Around 09:00, we stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. Then it was off to Dunedin.

Instead of taking the faster route via Highway 1, we decided to take the scenic drive through the Catlins Forest Park. It was a good choice. The scenery was spectacularly beautiful.

The gateway to the Catlins is the town of Fortrose. We stopped at an information site in Fortrose. I picked up a tourist map. The map showed a route through the Catlins from Fortrose to Balclutha. When we got back in the vehicle, I thought it would be nice to skirt the coast as much as possible. I turned to the south out of Fortrose. Maybe one kilometer down the road, I saw a sign that indicated our new route included gravel roads. I knew that would do nothing but slow us down, so I returned to the main road.

A paddock with neatly wrapped bales of hay.
The bay at Fortrose.

We continued east. At one point, our GPS indicated a turn. I thought that turn was to the north. When I compared that direction to the tourist map, it did not seem to jive. I continued driving straight. Soon we went through the tiny berg of Niagara. Next, we drove through the small village of Waikawa. Shortly after Waikawa, the ocean appeared on our left. That seemed odd. If we were genuinely heading east in that part of the south island, the sea would be on our right. I realized we were lost as we drove by what I later identified as Porpoise Bay.
I finally decided to turn around and try to get us back on the correct route. On this trip through Waikawa, I saw the Waikawa District Museum and Information Centre. We stopped. Inside, I asked the woman at the small reception desk how to get back on track. She said I needed to backtrack and take the turn toward Balclutha…exactly what the GPS had initially indicated. I thanked her heartily for the information.

Photo op in the New Zealand countryside.

Since we were in the museum, we decided to take a quick walkthrough. It was swift because the museum is tiny. Despite that fact, it was an excellent museum, outlining the settlement of the area. For me, it had the feel of the Cripple Creek District Museum in Cripple Creek, Colorado.
After our diversion, it was back to the SUV and then back to the proper turn-off. It was at this point in the drive when we drove through a beautiful green portion of the rainforest of the Catlins.
It was getting close to lunchtime. We decided we would stop for lunch in Papatowai. Shortly before the town, we stopped at the Florence Hill Lookout. The view of Tautuku Bay was amazing, a real postcard of New Zealand.

Tautuku Beach and Peninsula.

The idea to eat in Papatowai was ill-advised. It is one of those blink-and-you-missed-it towns. There was not a spot for lunch that we saw. That meant Owaka was our new destination for lunch. Owaka is a metropolis in comparison to Papatowai.
We happened to stop at the Lumberjack Café. Leslie and I opted for the soup of the day, vegetable soup. When it arrived, it was nothing like the vegetable soup I have eaten before. Instead of a clear broth and being able to see (and identify) various vegetables, this soup was a puree. Odd-looking when I was expecting the style to which I am accustomed, but it was amazingly flavorful. I loved every bite.
Just around the corner from the café was a gift shop. After lunch, we stopped in to look around. It was a lovely shop, but none of us found anything exciting enough to make us part with any of our Kiwi dollars. Nearby was a public restroom. The side of the bathroom had numerous paua (abalone) shells in a sort of ocean wave style.

Coffee and food.
Not quite a clean-one-owner…

We still faced 110 kilometers (68 miles) drive to get to Dunedin. I would have like to have detoured to Kaka Point, but we were all ready to get to Dunedin. Kaka Point is named after the Kaka bird, a parrot native to New Zealand. I am sure the views were stunning.

Sheep in a paddock overlooking Rainbow Island.
Paua shells on the outhouse.
Sheep in a paddock and up the hillside.
Standin’ in the road takin’ pictures…
A beautiful green rock.
Directional sign.