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A Coronet Loop

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Generally avoiding the Queenstown area means it has taken a few years to get around to riding the Coronet Loop. It sounded a good fifty-odd kilometre ride through otherwise deserted country, yet still close to the tourist mecca, so when the local MTB group planned a trip I finally went to ride it. Unfortunately parts of the loop were closed due to damage from a lot of recent rain (Central Otago is unusually green however as a result though), so we rerouted early on through Millbrook golf resort – always strange to ride MTBs through there.

With the big climb first up on a still morning and the sun beating down, I was soon on struggle street. Well below past bike-condition, it was looking a long hard day ahead. At least with all that rain, all the creeks were running and there was so much drinking water all day – a nice way to cool down, and no need to carry much liquid mass. There was some relief as the gradient eased and the air cooled as we neared our highest point of the day.

Over to the Remarkables.

This saddle being the highest we’d get.

Contemplating the fun down Long Gully.

The descent, paralleling the infamous Skippers Road, was good intermediate grade MTBing – I remember one decent rock drop I didn’t ride as I approached it too slowly and thought better of the risk of injury and ruining the day.

Back up the descent from the saddle.

Somewhere in here there were a couple of slips that we had to carry over, no big problem, before a switchbacked section that started out strangely steep but mellowed as we closed in on Green Gate Saddle.

Some of the switchbacks, and across to Skippers Road.

A bit of a clamber above the saddle to see if I could see more of our surrounds.

I could – the downhill to Green Gate Hut, and lunch.

Off we go… Well, the last three of the sixteen in front.

Down to lunch.

With such a large group, stops were, thankfully, plentiful and long – certainly helped get through the day.

A short climb and descent followed lunch to drop us to cross Deep Creek and follow it up for a while. We seemed to get a light tailwind to help us up. As we climbed above the creek for a while, one could feel how it would bake in here on a still summer’s day. We were very fortunate with the weather, couldn’t have asked for better.

Well above the creek now.

Thankfully not unpleasantly hot.

View stop at a spot labelled Easter Island – I missed snapping a photo of the rock that must have inspired the name.

It seems we somewhat took over the trail. With the part closures, we pretty much had it to ourselves – seeing one other rider all day, and he went past in the opposite direction as we lunched.

We rejoined Deep Creek for its first few kilometres, eventually climbing to the watershed and dropping quickly to Coronet Creek. From there we mostly descended for the almost-twenty kilometres to Arrowtown, much fun.

Not a hut to stay in, except in the most dire of circumstances. Something was definitely dead inside.

We joined the Macetown Road for the last ten kilometres along the Arrow River to finish in Arrowtown. Early on I rounded a corner to see a spectacular, but ultimately inconsequential, fall down a large bank. The last downhill into town was fast and fun. I’d no memory of ever having been up here before, but seems I rode to Macetown ten years ago! This wee blog does at least serve some of its original purpose of reminding me of various rides. Here’s hoping I don’t forget this great day out in a hurry.

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Mt Alexander

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Casting around for ideas of interesting new places to bike over an early-winter long weekend, conversation reminded me of a long-neglected offer from friends to access their farm. Permission sought and granted, we studied the map with only a vague idea of the farm boundaries as to where we might go the following day.

Reporting Sunday morning, there were a few options for routes to and from Mt Alexander. We were surprised to hear tales of German farmstay tour groups thirty years ago doing similar rides, bikes have developed a little since then. We settled on a route up the ridge from Nobbler Stream, past a comms tower to the summit, down to and from Danseys Pass. Mid-morning by the time we set off, it was a cracking day and bits had even began to thaw.

Hooge and Orlaith setting off besides Nobbler Stream, Mt Nobbler ahead.

Finding the correct place to cross the stream, things kicked up pretty quickly to climb eight hundred metres in seven kilometres. Mostly still shaded, the ground was at least solid so that made things less mucky. I’d chosen the heavy, more-fun bike so with that, lack of fitness and some steep pitches there was a fair bit of walking on my part – possibly half.

But that hardly mattered, being somewhere new and different perspectives on familiar landmarks was engaging – keeping moving helped fight the chill too.

The Rock and Pillar Range looking quite small and flat from across the Maniototo.

Nobbler again, from the northwest.

Past the turn-off to the comms tower, the track switched to the sunny side of the ridge – and got steeper.

At another intersection, we cut east – the track visible more directly going to Kye Burn. Mt Kyeburn on left, St Marys Range in background.

Past Tania to Naseby Forest, Ida Range on right. Good fun trying to spy various mountains on the horizon.

Bit of snow remaining on the top of the Rock and Pillars.

Fairly typical surface; higher up it got a bit muddy as things thawed, thankfully not too sticky. Ida Range and Mt Kyeburn.

Around 1300 m, we got into the ups and downs of ridge riding. Fun descents (pleased to have big tyres, suspension and a dropper) and pushes up the other side.

Thanks Orlaith for the photo.

Too busy looking at the route up Mt Nobbler, I blew right past the place to stop and walk up to the named summit. But never mind, there was another equally high point to pause and eat my sandwich at.

Waiting for the descent.

Not a bad spot for lunch, another of Orlaith’s pics.

Yup, definite track going up Nobbler.

As always, looking at other possible routes. Down Maerewhenua Spur looks like fun! Pacific on the horizon, what a day.

Big, open, forgiving descents began in small doses – yay for having hauled that bike up.

A few patches of snow in the shade, the last of the ridge riding – we began the descent just before that tower, diving off to the left.

Much fun dropping to the road over a couple of kilometres, rough enough to be exciting, not so rough to slow things down.

Not a view of Danseys Pass I’m used to.

Closing the thirty kilometre loop on gravel road would have been a much quicker affair, but for the excellent pub halfway down. A great half-day outing making the most of a short, spectacular winter day. Scheming for longer trips over longer days well advanced.

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Paparoa, Pike29 loop

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Not having seen Rachel since her last big bikepacking trip abroad, time was running out to get the Oteake crew back together for a more modest bike trip. The weekend long since decided, the location was only confirmed closer to the time as late-autumn forecasts considered. Andy and I were keen to ride the recently opened Pike29 Memorial Track, off the Paparoa Trail; Rachel was happy to ride it again – possibly as it meant she had the shortest drive. Richard (soon off to Tour Divide), Tom (recently reacquainted with on previous ride) and Ian made up our group assembled in Blackball Friday night. The plan was to ride a loop from Blackball, to and along the southern section of the Paparoa to the Pike29 intersection, the Pike29 and thirty-odd kilometres of road back to Blackball.

A very frosty morning, we were eventually underway after I’d sorted my car loaded for two weeks of adventures (and possibly two weeks of work) out. Getting up to the trailhead at Smoke-ho was an opportunity to warm a bit, but it wasn’t too chilly – even being the only one in shorts. The climb to Ces Clark hut is one of my favourites – an old mining pack track, I’ve always found it an achievable technical challenge on a loaded bikepacking rig. I was looking forward to the Paparoa on my unloaded trail bike; the climb seemed a lot easier – it seemed to have been sanitised in parts, but it was probably mostly the change in set-up.

A few bridges early on; the entries and exits the only non-rideable parts of the trail.

Frosty at the old hotel site, around 400 m elevation.

Ces Clark hut view down the lower Grey River valley.

As we reached the tops, the breeze picked up a bit – cooling things off a little. Despite a few prolonged stops, not many photos taken (previous trips here) as I was enjoying riding and being on the trail.

After lunch at Moonlight Tops Hut, it was into one of my highlights of the Paparoa – the goblin forest as you ride along the escarpment. My lack of time on the bike starting to show – I don’t remember there being so many little climbs! With all our stops, it was about six hours before we reached the top of the Pike29 track.

From the top end, the trail starts with a somewhat unexpected climb for half an hour – at my, now, slow speed having walked an alarming amount of it. You’d think I’d have dropped from the 32 tooth chainring by now, but no – at least getting a smaller one is finally in progress. 32t was manageable when I was in some sort of bike-fit condition and I’m definitely no longer that.

More, possibly even better, goblin forest at the top of the Pike29.

All were waiting for me at the final lookout at the top of the descent.

Finally, the long descent to Pike River – which was the main reason for bring the more-fun (on trail anyway) bike today. Wow, I don’t know of a longer downhill on an intermediate, built trail in the country. Dropping eight hundred metres over seven and a half kilometres, that was fun that continued for twenty+ minutes – little effort to give, I just enjoyed the descent twisting through the forest. For the time of year and location, the trail was remarkably dry (well-built and little used so far) – only getting a bit sticky on the lower parts near streams. An extraordinary trail, both in itself and the memorial aspect of it.

I waited for five minutes at the carpark, time to rest, look around and consider some of what had happened here in the previous fifteen years. Realising, as the slowest one on the road, I was wasting time I began what can only be described as a plod thirty kilometres back to Blackball. With big, slow-on-the-road tyres and little energy to push them it was only twenty-five minutes before I was caught and fairly unceremoniously dropped. The rest of the way being character building and good training for something. Thanks to Ian for picking me up just before the final climb to Blackball! A grand day out on two excellent trails.

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The Christmas Letter 2022

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After all the changes that 2021 brought, this year has very much been about settling into a new life in a very quiet part of the world. But constant that it is in life, there have plenty more changes – just not on the scale of diagnosis of chronic genetic conditions, quitting permanent full-time work, selling house and moving to the bottom of the country.

The start of the year saw me bouncing between spending time with and helping family in both Naseby and Waikouaiti as Adele and James awaited the arrival of their second and our parents prepared their house for sale and a move into Dunedin. There was a bit of biking, hiking and running involved too. Amongst that, weekly blood-lettings stretched out a little but I was pleased than my iron levels were down to normal levels by February (thirteen venesections) and my haemochromatosis was under control enough to lengthen the period between blood bank trips to three-months and allow my blood to be used as donor blood (silver lining).

Shortly before heading to the top of the South Island for the start of a ride, I decided I wanted to be in Naseby for the rest of the year to be closer to Adele, James and my niblings. That meant finding somewhere to live, fortunately I was able to find a suitable long-term rental (as in many holidays spots, most rentals here are short-term holiday ones). With a couple of days up my sleeve before the start of the Sounds2Sounds bikepacking event, I went exploring – and managed to fall down a bank, dislocating my shoulder again. On a remote track, I was very pleased my beacon worked and very relieved and fascinated with an impressive and fun (besides the dislocation agony) helicopter winch retrieval. That and a night in hospital changed the immediate future a fair bit, thankfully I was well looked after by members of the bikepacking community with accommodation and transport home.

With help, I still managed to move and settle into the far-too-cute-for-me cottage. Much smaller than my Napier house, it suits me well and has been useful in confirming that I could live in a lot less space. Stanley arrived a couple of weeks later, it’s been great to be so close to spend much time with Adele, James and their young sons – plenty of nephew amusing, and a few chores too. Through the year I have enjoyed some casual work in new-to-me industries – helping the usually-short staffed local pub when needed and helping a local cycle trail operator driving around beautiful Central Otago (don’t get tired of it) moving bikes, people, bags and vehicles.



After many months of planning and waiting, the build of my first new mountain bike in seven years came together. Autumn conditions were great on the local trails, and with them only being hundreds of metres from home I was out a lot enjoying the new bike and slowly understanding the maze of techy, hand-built trails – often with James’s help. Much fun and great to have them so close. With mountain-biking so close, there was little running this year as I’d far rather be on a bike!

A trip to the lower North Island with Mum and Dad for my uncle’s eightieth was much appreciated for being able to spend time with a lot of family and friends. Parents’ house sold, shortly after it was time for their move into the city – a big week of packing, moving and starting to unpack. They are now settling in well to a far more convenient location in a house they enjoy for its warmth, smaller section, garden and views. I visit sporadically as various things take me to the city; not two hours’ drive away, Mum and Dad also stay regularly at mine – a move to Naseby has certainly been a boon for spending time with family.

As for many places around NZ, winter was a lot wetter than normal this year – plans of exploring the Maniototo gravel roads on crisp, frosty mornings fell by the wayside. Much time snuggled by the fireplace with cups of tea reading instead. A week of Covid-lite (my first cold in three years was far worse a month beforehand, no long-term effects) isolation was surprisingly enjoyable. We had one really good snow fall which was thoroughly enjoyable; the temperatures dropped after the snow fell, turning it into a snow week. For the first time in a few winters, it was consistently cold enough to be able to skate on the pond up at Adele and James’s section – enjoyable relearning that skill.

Now having so much time for myself, I’m bemused that this year I’ve biked the least distance since 2014. But quality over quantity – bike-commuting (3000-5000 km/year that was only tolerable) was traded for far more time having a lot of fun mountain-biking. I also didn’t finish the only two bikepacking events I entered, so there was another couple of thousand kilometres gone. But the bikepacking trips I did take were some of the best I’ve ever been on – probably no coincidence that those were more off-road and mountain-bikey than the bikepacking I was used to in the North Island.

Honourable mentions go to Andy’s Southern Special (a week-long affair of which the highlights were Percy Saddle, taking it easy to and from Mavora Lakes, and the southern end of the Pisa Range; Andy’s video here); also Andy’s Four Peak and Orari Gorge weekend (the new trail bike proving capable on such a bikepacking trip – we didn’t have to carry much), Nina organising a return to Mt White Station (more trail bike fun – no overnight gear carried); low key riding with Eileen and Andy to the Big Finish Line Party in Naseby; and Pete’s stunningly well-timed trip (no real rain!) up the big three West Coast mountain-bike(able) trails over nine days – it was brilliant being able to spend multiple nights on the trails and not be in any rush, a fantastic way to mark my fortieth.

 

Easily the exceptional trip of the year, and one of the best I’ve ever done, was another of Andy’s – four days linking old farm tracks through conservation areas in the Lindis, Hawea, Dunstan and Oteake hills. I’ll just leave this video here – you may get an idea of the silly amount of fun I was having on a slightly unsuitable bike (arguable point, it was the bike I had). I had to replace the now-cracked rear rim after this, and soon replaced the rigid fork with a suspension one.

November driving around the North Island with both bikes in the car was far wetter than expected, somehow I managed to avoid getting very wet at all with still a decent amount of riding. The trip was mostly about taking the time to visit as many friends as I practically could and it was lovely to see so many familiar faces – it’s a long way to Naseby so it was good to make the effort. That trip ran straight into ten days of St John courses over the first three weekends of December (Adele convinced me the local ambulance needs more volunteers – jury is still out as to if I’ll enjoy it or be any good, it’s a steep and interesting learning curve but). I’m very pleased to be home for a while after six weeks away, our Pheasant Christmas is in Naseby with parents and Mum’s siblings from Sydney (first time seeing them in some time).

There’s a few trips around the South Island planned for the rest of the summer and I was planning to go bikepacking abroad mid-2023 – but that’s out the window, as I’ll likely take the opportunity to have surgery on my shoulder again, hopefully that’ll fix it better. The downtime should be used to move my plan to build a small house on Adele & James’s land from concept to something much further on. So next year is already looking unusual – but hopefully good and worthwhile taking that time out. All the best for yours.