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Mystery Lake

Schedules, weather and acceptance of long driving distances finally coincided for a well overdue catch-up and even more overdue overnight outing. From the Potts River trailhead, we set off up and across the river as a hot, sunny and still afternoon began.

Car park view not shabby.

Hudson inspecting the Potts while I try to remember which valley is the Havelock and which is the Clyde at the top of the Rangitata.

Katie soaking Hudson’s cooling jacket – hard work being an active black dog on such days.

After crossing the river a couple of times, we climbed up the gully right of centre (above) and followed the plateau upstream (right to left).

Occasionally Hudson wasn’t off covering far more ground than we were; looking back down to the Rangitata.

One of the bigger scour outs down to the Potts.

Hot going, so the occasional swamp provided cooling opportunities for some.

Having climbed to the high point, we turned east away from the Potts and Mystery Lake came into view – so named, one assumes, as it’s hidden from across the valley by some small hills.

Less mysterious when you’re right next to it.

Only mid-afternoon and still rather hot, once the tents were up there was plenty of time for a dip in the cool water. With yet more time up our sleeves we headed up through the large tussocks and some swampy slopes (these never make much sense) to see what’s at the top of the Dogs Range; a dog, on this occasion.

Spot the tents.

Our exit route for the following day.

Down to Boundary Creek – on the other side of the range from Mystery Lake.

East to Mt Somers Range.

Heading back to camp for dinner, the hills that obscure Mystery Lake obvious here. Behind that, in the shade, the other side of the Potts – roughly showing our route up.

The wind at camp was fickle, but occasionally it dropped – conveniently at sunset.

Arrowsmith Range was a regular point of interest on the horizon throughout the weekend.

Preparing for another sunny day.

But pleasingly we were in the shade of some steep hills for the first five kilometres out, before we joined the Te Araroa trail and turned south-east.

Heading for the nearest extent of the gravel river bed, unfortunately not directly.

I’d ridden this section of the Te Araroa trail four years before and was pleased be walking down the switchbacks instead of pushing or carrying a lightly loaded bike up it.

Over to Lake Clearwater and its curious village of off-grid holiday homes. Mt Harper on left.

We had near ten kilometres of rather flat walking, while still hot and sunny a stiff headwind did take the edge off the temperature. This section was much fun to ride, not quite so on foot. Not bad, but not correspondingly exhilirating.

Hudson ever hopeful, little did he know that I’d only just brought enough food for myself.

Back above the Potts again. Getting close now, thankfully as my feet starting to let me know it’s a long time since I’ve walked seventeen kilometres in a day, and over thirty in a twenty-four-ish hours.

Thanks Katie for an excellent little outing, and the photos that I’m in.

From the road – Rishiri and Rebun Islands

Easily the highlight of Japan so far – still close to the coast but we found some hills.

The expected rain certainly arrived the morning we got on the ferry in Wakkanai bound for Rishiri. An uneventful voyage over on a pretty empty, larger than expected, boat. We rode an hour or so to the north of the island and the main town, imaginatively Rishiri Town, on a mixture of the main ring road (quiet) and a cycle path (even quieter).

The first campground we checked was deserted and had no views, being inland a bit and surrounded by trees. We decided to check another down on the point near the harbour, lighthouse and onsen. Much better with views, close to town facilities and a few others were camping. Had good tea and coffee in a delightfully retro coffee house before coming back to the campground. Nice sunset, but Mt Rishiri that dominates the island remained capped in cloud.

Up early on Saturday, not to decamp as normal, but to ride 16 km to the trailhead of the Mt Rishiri track. We’d climbed a couple of hundred metres on the bikes, so that meant we were already drenched in sweat early in the morning and there was only 1500 m left to climb on foot. It started off through nice forest, mostly spruce I think. As that thinned, the track steepened and started to get busier. Close as the atmosphere was, there was the odd rain shower too – enough to put jackets on, to really make sure we stayed drenched in sweat.

Occasionally there were glimpses through the foliage and clouds of the summit and ridges above us, and back down to the coast. But mostly we walked in cloud admiring the immediate scenery of foliage, rocky track that must take quite some maintenance and some impressive butterflies. The trail got really busy with people both ascending and descending as we neared the top. The rain resumed just before the summit, so we waited around a bit before heading up to admire the clouds and take a few photos.

As expected, descending 1500 m in six kilometres was hard on the legs – three days later and I still can’t go down stairs without restriction! Even a hot pool that night, after a fun dinner at a local bar watching our tempura being made in front of us, doesn’t seem to have helped much. Having enjoyed island life so much, which is an odd thing to say as Hokkaido is itself an island, we started to contemplate taking an extra day away from the mainland and seeing what is on Rebun Island to the north.

Sunday brought a leisurely forty kilometre ride around Rishiri. Initially it looked like this would have been the day to climb the mountain, as we could finally see the summit – but it soon clouded over for the day. The highlight of riding around the island was stopping to watch and question a local group (probably a family) in a small garage processing hundreds of sea urchins, from that morning’s catch. We got to sample some too, raw they were salty with a hint of sweetness – yum, provided the texture didn’t put one off!

The best part of the riding was saved for the last five kilometres into Rishirifuji (the main ferry terminal on the island is here). We climbed into the forest above the coast on what felt like an old narrow gauge railway – but I can’t imagine why there was ever such a thing on the island with an easy coastal road. The views of the mountain and out over the coast to the sea were excellent, and the bridges across deep gorges equally so. We made it in plenty of time to get an earlier ferry than we’d planned.

A much shorter voyage this time, and not so popular – there were almost as many bikes and motorcycles on board as cars.  Off the ferry, we bought groceries for overnight before setting off north for a campground. A small island, this didn’t take long. Having made camp, there was plenty of time before sunset for a wee bimble.

A little bit of a climb after a short ride to Cape Sukoton, a small island just off there and generally interesting rocks. On the return we took some back roads to view different bays and coves. Unfortunately I missed the best cove when I sailed down a hill while the others were investigating something off to the side. Oh well, I could get dinner started.

Just as we were leaving Monday morning, we heard some kiwi accents. Turns out it was Rob and Haidee – the people behind the Hokkaido Wilds website that we have been using for route ideas. Great to chat and learn a bit more of the island and their adventures living in Japan – they’d just come off the water, having been kayaking since two in the morning as part of their circumnavigation of Rebun.

We’d seen some walking routes advertised around the island, so thought we’d give the forest one down the centre of the island a go on our leisurely way back to the ferry. It turned out to be the riding highlight of the first two weeks, and counting, in Hokkaido. A steeply climbing barely used double track, it was thankfully shaded by forest for the main part of the ascent. Still, it was hot and humid. As we approached the ridge, the forest gave way to tall bamboo and views to the coast, and Rishiri, were there. The bamboo covering of the hills still reminds me of tea growing in East Africa – beautiful.

Stopping often for views, sadly the biggest section of off pavement of the trip so far (less than ten kilometres :/ ) was over (more, please!). We dropped to a new 1500 m tunnel through to a small settlement (seems excessive use of such a tunnel) on the west coast. Pleasingly it was very cool underground. We pottered around the small section of coast looking at some impressive and photogenic rocks, and dipped in the warm sea.

Back through the tunnel, we still had plenty of time to ride the extent of the roads south. I was pleased to finally see some colourful houses! Not on the scale of Mongolian brilliance, but after ten days in Hokkaido it was exciting. A long lunch back near the ferry terminal and we were on our way back to Wakkanai. Goodbye to two great little islands – easily the highlight of the first two weeks in Hokkaido.

Photo dump here.

Hooker Hut overnighter

A rescheduled extended family trip to Hooker Hut came around last week. The first attempt, that I’d have missed, was thwarted by storm closures of the access track, and Adele did well to make bookings the hut that is very popular with families – due to the easy, short walk in and the spectacular setting. The forecast looked like it would be dry, but getting cold overnight – so we were all go this time.

It’s a long while since I’ve been to Mt Cook Village – the day walk into Hooker Lake certainly is well trodden, as the overflowing carpark showed. We saw scores, if not hundreds, of day-walkers as our varied-pace group headed up the the valley. Plenty of things to keep the boys (two nephews and one of their cousins – he heading for his first hut stay) interested and walking along – bridges a highlight, as was just about anything really.

Mt Cook watching over us.

Mt Sefton.

Rabi along for the walk. Too cute.

Three kilometres in and reaching the subtly marked turn-off from the highway track to the well-hidden hut.

A more engaging track beside a creek was well worth it to escape the crowds for the last kilometre. I could see on the topo map we were close to the hut, but it was a rather looping path that took us up and around to it.

Finally into view. I say finally, but it wasn’t even two hours of walking at little-leg pace.

Hooker Hut is now in its fifth location since 1910, after originally being far more alpine and next to Hooker Glacier. Various snow, avalanche, weather conditions – both long and short term – caused its many moves and now it’s in this very accessible spot with a brilliant aspect. Bunks claimed, snacks opened, there was time for much exploring of the rocks and tussocks surrounding the hut – the boys loved it and had an absolute ball. As did the adults, but with a lot less running around.

Sitting at the table looking out the front door.

A glimpse of Hooker Lake.

With an excellent rendang that James had prepared the night before and other refreshments, hut life was very good. It never got as cold as expected; even with the fireplace out of action the hut was very warm overnight. Bit windier in the morning, but the clouds that were pummelling the West Coast never made it over the range to us. We walked out in sun, but my the wind was strong on the swing bridges – thankfully behind us and not in our faces as for the morning crowds walking up to the lake. Easy to appreciate why the track gets closed.

Departure.

Much fun!

Woolshed Creek Hut overnighter

A short overnight hike up in Canterbury for the twenty-something-st Birthday Trip for Adele and Theresa. Nice little stroll in and out (only twelve kilometres total) with decent winter weather, nineteen of us all up and a barely credible amount of curry hauled in.

Looking south once out of the short bush ascent.

With some of the party not starting as early as the families and others, we had plenty of time to stop for a long lunch in the sun. The return trip would have us up there, and coming down that face on the right.

The two youngest of the six children were determined to reach the hut first, so that kept them motivated!

Looking up the West Stour to the Arrowsmith Range.

More of the return trip – up from the left across to the Bus Stop and exit stage-right.

More time to stop and admire the views west.

North to the Winterslow Range.

Wasn’t long before we were looking down to Woolshed Creek and its hut.

After snacks in the last of the sun, we had to cross the valley to maximise this, some of us popped to the Emerald Pool (or some such name).

It’s emeraldish.

Plenty of ice around.

Certainly enough to throw onto the opposite bank.

After the early feast and much chat into the night, it was a warm night in a full hut. Well, not quite full as more people moved outside to sleep on the balcony throughout the night. I slept well and it was another leisurely start to the walking as we returned by the higher route.

First, trip trapping over Woolshed Creek.

Out of the bush again and looking southwest.

Snaking our way up, hut down yonder.

At the so-called Bus Stop, our lunch spot found just beyond.

That just left us to cross a boggy section, on new boardwalks, and then turn and head down the South Face – steep enough to make our legs aware.

A fun little overnighter with a good, large group. Lucked out with the weather too.