Down south for two weeks for Christmas, I was keen to a multi-day ride. Close to where we were, is the Alps2Ocean trail. The longest of the NZ Cycle Trails I’d only ridden the last hundred kilometres a couple of years ago – I was keen to complete another of these fantastic trails that appeared while I was overseas. Adele was easily convinced to join me on a bike adventure for a few days. Somehow we persuaded Dad and Mum to drive the support vehicle and lug most of our camping gear around – this worked well as I’d brought my full suspension mountain-bike with me and wasn’t set up to carry much luggage.
The Alps2Ocean officially starts in the mountains at Mt Cook Village and makes it was down to the ocean at Oamaru some three hundred kilometres later. But the first section has the Tasman River to cross which requires an expensive helicopter ride – so the alternative start at Tekapo is popular. Driving up from Oamaru in the morning we took some scenic roads I’d not travelled before and stopped in Fairlie to buy pies that Adele had been raving about. I followed her advice and got the pulled pork offering. We lunched at our start point on the side of Lake Tekapo, looking at the mountains.
So much pulled pork, delicious apple sauce and the top of the pie was a very large piece of crackling! Also, scenic lake and mountains.
About to go bikepacking (sort of) – on full suspension MTBs, with big slow tyres, few & a narrow range of gears, little luggage and most oddly: wearing a backpack.
Leaving Tekapo through residential streets we soon dropped down to the level of the hyrdoelectric canal (Tekapo A being the first of many power stations the route passes alongside NZ’s biggest hydro network) that we would follow most of the way to Lake Pukaki.
The cross wind along here was horrid, we soon turned west to have it at our backs.
The riding was easy, with a big tailwind we made good progress despite the limited top gear. The mountains came into view.
It was a good thing the riding was so easy, as the mountains were quite distracting. Mt Cook, NZ’s highest – which Adele has summited, on the right. I got a brief lesson in the names of the peaks and various climbing routes.
Passing the first big salmon farm (we saw three that day), the canal pooled before entering penstocks down to Tekapo B. We sped down the hill to the shores of Pukaki.
Following a quiet road for five kilometres, it wasn’t difficult to stop and look back at the Southern Alps.
Just before the climb to the highway, the route turned off to a lovely trail around the shores. A good time for second lunch – Christmas ham & cheese sandwiches.
Crossing the highway, the trail continued on a long gentle downhill to Twizel – the wind still at our backs.
Navigation on Alps2Ocean is a breeze – I had mounted my GPS on my bike, but I didn’t need it at all for route-finding; the signage is extremely good, the moment the thought “a sign would be useful about now” starts to enter one’s mind – such a sign appears.
Bikes pose with some rather dinky earthmoving equipment at the entrance to Twizel. The assortment stands testament to the massive civil engineering project started decades ago and that still provides a large proportion of NZ’s electricity.
Stopping in Twizel, we ate, met Mum & Dad and organised the rest of the day. Initially, we thought we’d have dinner in Twizel and ride into the evening, but the wind was so helpful – it was too early. Supplies were bought for a family picnic dinner where we would camp.
With five or so kilometres climbing across the wind, we were back up at canal level. We turned with the wind again and followed the Pukaki Canal to its junction with the Ohau Canal. Riding alongside the Ohau Canal we were soon on the edge of Lake Ohau.
After crossing the top of the Ohau River, the trail turned to narrower graveled cycle trail.
This ten kilometre section around the lake, in the evening light, was the highlight of the day. The riding was ever so slightly more engaging, there was no one around, the lake was moody, the mountains standing watching behind it. What a fantastic end to the day’s riding!
Mum & Dad, long suffering as they are obliging us with our crazy adventures, were waiting at the Lake Middleton campground (a tiny lake right next to Ohau, that seems to be popular as a family camping spot). We found a suitable site for the tent, ate dinner, set up camp, farewelled Mum & Dad as they drove back to Kurow, and fell asleep reflecting on a rather excellent afternoon’s riding. The wind sure was helpful – almost ninety kilometres with no real effort in less than five hours of riding. Well, there may have been some effort – I slept unusually well in the tent.
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We stayed at Arapiles, where Adele joined me for the renowned rock-climbing (it was quite a family & friends month). I almost popped my other shoulder and swore off rock-climbing forever. I didn’t sleep much camping in the west-Victorian weather, but it was a great trip.
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Looking north-east as I climb before reaching Glengarry Road.
Shortly after, looking towards the Kawekas and bit of cloud.
There seem to be a few stud farms up near Rissington – these Charolais.
Climbing more, it’s proper humid – this looking south.
Looking back east, back down the road I’m following – the hills are getting bigger. Much climbing, slightly less descent.
Nearing Patoka, the light rain I’d been enjoying got heavier. I sheltered in a small bus shelter trying to work out if it would pass. It didn’t. Putting on my rain gear I carried on.
Through Puketitiri the rain eased & then stopped. I was only half-heartedly pursued by the same fox terrier that harassed me with such speed last year. I was rewarded with a glorious rainbow.
More glorious green hills – it really is wonderful up there. 
The views were a bit different to last year – but I was still in high spirits, if not thoroughly wet – not for the first time that day.
I reached the top of a large descent that took me into another valley before turning off to Makahu Rd and the hot springs.
I paused near the first crest to see how all the livestock were coping – completely unperturbed would be the answer.
A peak of the Mohaka River from the pools – it’s not a bad spot, at all.
Looking back towards the northern end of the Kawekas.
Back onto the main road, I went back up yesterday’s plunge – a little bit of a contrast to five photos above.
It’s shearing time, I watched for some time the ebbs and flows of this mob of sheep being herded. It was a strangely relaxing sight as the dogs and shepherds worked away. Sheep in yards and the buzz of shears were a regular occurrence for the rest of the ride back to town.
The setting may have helped some.
Back through Puketitiri, I stopped at the local Par 3 golf course for water and was a little sad about declining rural communities.
Nothing to see hear folks, move along.
The road widened for a while before I turned off.
Onto another closed track, which narrowed, I startled many a kangaroo. They, sensibly, all bounded off away from me.
The roughest bit of the day & the only bit I ended up walking. There’s a bit of a climb there and the surface deteriorates half way up.
Some of the creek crossing were fun to try and get across without dabbing. I soaked a foot in an earlier, deep, one – but as the cloud burned off this didn’t bother me.
The hills that had been in the distance, steadily got closer.
Easy gravel road riding. Smooth, wide – & red!
I stopped for lunch where there was half a view, and finally decided it was warm enough to remove my gilet; sleeves stayed on as they are good sun protection and it still wasn’t hot. Perfect.
Even the swamp in the bottom of the valley, was looking good – 
Suddenly a water-logged airfield. The top of the hill on the left was my start and end point.
The only photo I managed to nab of an emu.
I took a small side-trip to some falls, reasoning that they might have water over them.
I’d basically ridden from the bottom of the left of shot, towards the reservoir before continuing beyond it to the left, going between those two small hills and then heading back right on the other side of the reservoir.
Following that, I came back towards the camera in this shot before heading around the spur in the centre and finally back up to the lookout.
And there are even some rocks.