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The Christmas Letter 2024

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Selling last summer to the continued Pulpmill cyclone recovery project turned out well – recency bias perhaps, it was the most rewarding, engaging and worthwhile work I can remember doing. Generally fifty hour, five and a half day, weeks didn’t leave a lot of time for much else – but I did manage a bit of gravel riding with a good mate and even-slower parkruns as I nursed a side strain. I was pleased to see pulp just starting to come out of the mill before I returned home at Easter (finally reaching the 100 parkruns milestone). I continued to support the project remotely for the next two months, but the hours decreased as the project neared completion.

Returning home and working less gave the opportunity to catch up with family and friends, get in vital firewood, try to remember how to ambulance, and get out in the hills a little. Some highlights were:

Riding from Macraes to the coast through farmland for a fundraiser.

The new, and excellent, Pike29 trail with a good bunch..

Gravel riding near Lake Brunner with the same group, and half the Heaphy with a subset.

A typical, but easy (to cater for less-fit me), West Coast hike up to Mt Brown Hut.

And the summit, only posted here because I thought I’d better put some of the rare photos of me in. Thanks to Katie for this one.

Back in Naseby, I enjoyed a couple of weekend visits from Hooges and Orlaith – as well as helping with firewood work – they bring enthusiasm for half-baked adventure plans that I never seem to get around to doing solo. In this case, finally climbing up through friends’ farm to see what it’s like at the top of Mt Alexander, near Danseys Pass.

Thanks Orlaith for this pic.

Visits from our parents to Naseby reduce over winter, but while Mum was visiting family and friends in UK and Europe I helped Dad buy an e-bike – so that was brought along during a rare winter visit. It’s been good fun having Dad suggest rides we should do and I look forward to more. A sunny, frosty ride from Oturehua to Omakau on the rail trail particularly memorable.

I successfully did my best to not go straight back to work, partly because I’d long wanted to visit a few friends in Queensland for the first time. September was the month to do so, shouldn’t be too hot. I hastily repacked and left my bike at home, forgoing the easy tour I had planned, when temperatures soared over thirty degrees higher than I was used to in Central Otago. So I had a leisurely trip spending extended time with dear friends and family.

On a Sunshine Coast walk.

I did of course manage to borrow bikes and get some short half-day rides in.

Time on farms was excellent, here having watched a bit of beekeeping, but there were general garden tasks, soap making, and dog walking to get me outside – as well as the riding, general exploring and walking.

Coming home to October snow and a week of rain was a bit much; on the plus side, I’ve never seen Central Otago looking so green! November was much better, especially with a delightful overnight hike with my young nephews and their family.

Back north later that month, there were more small hiking and biking adventures and I got to see my favourite podcast performed live again – which reminds me I also saw my favourite band perform in Auckland one weekend back in February.

Photo credit to Katie again.

And again.

In searching for portraits, I did find a couple of photos I’d forgotten about. This one reminding me that my haemochromatosis is still in maintenance with three-monthly blood donations. I continue to maintain that as far as chronic health conditions go, it’s a pretty good one – no medication, regular blood donations that help unknown others out, and I’m arguably symptom-free.

Also on the health front, I’m surprised and pleased at how good my once-troublesome shoulder now is after last year’s surgery. It certainly doesn’t clunk or stall as it used to – and it’s had a fair workout this year with firewood sawing, chopping and throwing.

Back in Naseby life, when I’m there, I spend a lot of hours on call for the local ambulance. After the long break with surgery and back in Napier, it’s obvious I’m not the medic in the family – but that’s fine, I don’t need to be to help keep our volunteer-staffed ambulance online. Small house building has stalled in the consent process, but the with a lot of help the pad for my garage was laid a few weeks ago – hopefully I can build the garage in January, with more help. It should be a fun and rewarding learning curve.

Somehow I’ve picked up a bit more work in Napier, this time on a casual basis in the sawmill (a different world to pulp), but it’ll be a couple of months before I’m back up there. Besides that and building, nothing much planned for the coming year – lots of ideas, but nothing set. Merry Christmas and all the best for the coming year!

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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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Hooker Hut overnighter

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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!

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OCRT – Oturehua, Omakau return with Dad

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Now that Dad has an e-bike, there’s even more reason to get out riding some cycle trails. During his last visit, the section of the Otago Central Rail Trail through the Poolburn Gorge (with its two tunnels and viaduct) was the one Dad wanted to do. Happily there was another big frost, clear skies and no wind for the ride to Omakau for a pie.

Leaving Oturehua, looking back to Hawkdun Range.

Thankfully the trail remained frozen and solid longer than the cross roads. Old Man Range in distance.

Bumping over the Poolburn Viaduct.

Out of the second Poolburn tunnel – the curved one that you almost need a light for.

Over the Manuherikia Valley to the St Bathans and Hawkdun Ranges.

Dunstan Range, Dunstan Peak and St Bathans Range.

Crossing the Manuherikia, more of the Dunstan Range.

Trail thawing and getting slower, close to lunch.

Returning, strangely enough – more of the same mountains.

Ida Range back into view.

Fun little half-day trip with Dad, crisp though!

Biking to go places, going places to bike.