tramping new zealand

I tossed up between a day trip to Hapuku Hut and an overnighter.

No hurry, as usual, so I picked staying there. I thought I’d take my tent, as it was a Friday, and the hut is a six-bunker. Others might turn up.

The river was up a bit and fell steeply, meaning the flow was strong.

On the other hand, gravel from the slips caused by the 2016 Kaikoura earthquake made travel easier, and I usually managed to steer away from the boulder fields.

A DOC sign had stated 3 to 4 hours to the hut, but I was taking my time. Like stopping for lunch.

My abraded feet were still sore, but I trudged on. A flurry of vehicles had zoomed past me in the car park, but seemed to have turned off to other destinations.

I was on my own.

Except there were clear footprints I was following. I crossed the river half a dozen times up until the point where you enter the forest and start to climb. Maybe it was 180 m or so of steep elevation gain, but most of that was lost as I immediately headed back to the river, even more steeply. Tough on my toes with skin having been removed in a number of places due to my recent river travel, my wet feet, and many steps.

Much of the rest of the way had a well-cut track, making for the fastest progress of the day. I was fairly enthusiastic to get to my accommodation.

A couple more river crossings were needed, but the crossing points were well selected.

No one else was at the hut, so that was a bonus. I was just hoping there wouldn’t be heavy rain overnight, which would delay my exit.

I’d already booked a Hanmer cabin for the following night. I’d need an early start if it’s all go.