A little West Coast weather keeping my enthusiasm for outdoor activities to short walks, short rides and some gardening for four days, a break in the conditions coincided nicely with my desire for a longer hike in the area. Well aware of the Coast’s reputation for gnarly, steep tracks I was offered three choices – I forget why we settled on Mt Brown Hut, perhaps because it offered the chance of a loop. A bit of a drive, particularly scenic around the back of Lake Kaniere, and we were at the trailhead – a couple of vehicles of the van-tourist variety reminding Katie that this hut has become far more popular with its Insta-fame.
Heading up there somewhere; I know now the hut is on the ridge on the right, the summit the left.
Beginning mildly, straight into the bush, we were soon climbing in earnest. Hudson (a young German Shorthaired Pointer) covering twice, if not thrice, the distance we were as he repeatedly zoomed off smelling all the smells. Progressively steeper, it never got quite as steep as I thought it would – although there were plenty of times where hands were required, both for my balance and propulsion but also occasionally for Hudson to get up the steepest sections. I was convinced this steepness was going to be very tough on the legs descending.
Amongst the effort, plenty of changing bush to admire as altitude quickly increased. Dense enough, there were seldom any glimpses of a view beyond the trees. Gaining the ridge, the sub-alpine gave us some views and plenty of mud.
Browning Range to the south.
Lake Kaniere to the northwest.
Opening up now, damp underfoot, clouds starting to blow through. Summit is centre of the three peaks on right side.
I’d slowed the normal quick ascent markedly, but it was still only a hundred minutes to the hut. Pleasingly for the ease of quick sums, we’d climbed about a thousand metres in five kilometres – so an average gradient of twenty percent, it was a fair climb. Time for lunch in front of the hut and trying to glimpses different aspects as the cloud continued to build but kept moving.
Yip, it’s a picturesque hut and setting.
A peek, and indeed peak, of the Southern Alps to the southwest.
Completing the loop, dropping steeply to the Styx River and then walking along flats didn’t appeal as much as carrying onto Mt Brown summit for a look-see (I assume it’s named so, with the hut and all – strangely it’s not identified on the topo map).

Not a marked track, it was easy enough to navigate along the ridge as it dropped off steeper on each side.
Spot the hut, certainly can’t see Lake Kaniere any longer. Also spot me, lagging behind.
This isn’t so good for the summit views.
Thankfully things cleared a bit as we reached the top, enough anyway to look up the Styx valley.
Someone stayed still long enough for a photo!
The descent wasn’t nearly as horrible on my legs, or as steep, as I feared – it did take just as long as the climb however. As things flattened out over the last few hundred metres, descending muscles definitely making themselves known!
About the biggest look at the lake from the bush that I got.
A great little foray into the West Coast hills – hopefully not too slow for the Katie and Hudson, and thanks for the couple of photos that are obviously not mine.
Out in the farmland, we enjoyed looking back to the Paparoa Ranges and trying to name peaks. Famous scientists seems to be a theme with Mounts Kelvin, Rutherford, Euclid, Faraday, Curie, Mendel, Priestley up there somewhere.
Steepest climb of the day towards Cape Foulwind beginning. We managed.
Near the top there’s this handy labelled silhouette of the peaks (that’s the oxidised steel, not Rachel).
Signs of the old cement works popping up around here; part of the trail to Carters Beach is on an old haul road.
Kohaihai itself not a bad spot, ignoring the insect bites.
Tom leaving the first beaches and Kohaihai Bluff.
Certainly was looking like a great late-autumn day.
Into the nikau groves.
Rachel emerging from forest on to one of the many swing bridges.
This is unusual – quite the convoluted ramp structure to get on to the true left side of the bridge.
Impressive.
The new bridge is much higher above the river. A deceptive incline on the true right side, quite unusual for a swing bridge in the NZ backcountry.
The shelter has been closed in, albeit in a rather temporary-looking fashion.
At least that door-of-sorts will keep some weather out.
We found some rocks and climbed them.
Nice to have this bike for the trail riding.
Crossing the Heaphy again. Freewheeling down that bridge, it’s alarming just how much speed one picks up. Hitting an upright definitely to be avoided at that pace.


And look at the real estate listings; alas, this has been sold.
Farm land for a bit, looking back towards Lake Brunner, Mt Te Kinga (left).
Wasn’t difficult to spot big trout in there too.
Te Kinga again.
Difficult to believe that’s a river.

After seven kilometres, the trail just stops – currently.
But it’s easy to see why.
Not without stopping at Irishmans Landing, snacking and pointing at things.
Te Kinga again, really should get up there one day.