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Farewell day-ride

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With lockdown impending, but not yet announced, painting the entrance to my house could well wait until a day I couldn’t get out and enjoy some favourite local gravel roads. Riding solo and with no time constraints, I could take my time enjoying things that I might not see again for some time. Over two-thirds of a mild, autumnal day was on gravel and there were plenty of hills to spin or charge up – as the mood took me.

The mast year seems to have also manifested itself in a proliferation of roadside blackberries, as has become normal for the last two months I had to ensure I didn’t spend too long feasting on the sweet, juicy delights – I may not have made it back to my car, or I may have made myself ill, possibly both.

Starting to look like the season is changing on Waipunga Rd, looking west to the Maungaharuru Range and the saddle we rode over the previous weekend.

Down Darky’s Spur; twenty kilometres of gravel about to end, no vehicles to be seen on those.

At my favourite local country store, more favourites were consumed for the upcoming climbs – steak pie, chocolate milkshake and salt and vinegar crisps. The highway had a little traffic, the northerly I’d been riding into all morning was still gentle enough.

Off the main road and the seal for another twenty kilometres, the climbing to my favourite views of Hawke Bay commenced with, again, no traffic and the breeze helping me a little.

The northern reaches of the bay, around to Mahia Peninsula. Pleased to have such clear views.

Across to Napier and around to Cape Kidnappers, not quite as clear.

Approaching the high point of the road, the wind really started to get up and kindly pushed me up some steeper gradients. The formed road ended, twenty minutes of unformed road took me to the trig and my turning point.

East, to South America somewhere out there.

Across the Waikare and Mohaka River mouths north.

As good a place as any to turn and head to ride the same hills in the reverse direction, and more resupply at Tutira.

I certainly knew all about that wind riding into it, but it was there to be enjoyed and appreciated – and really not all that bad.

Part-way up the only more-concerted climb to get back to the highway.

Back to the store for the last time in a while, nothing else for it but to buy another pie, milkshake and ice cream. They were the appetiser for even more blackberries through Waikoau and up the Spur. The heavy corrugations were more apparent on the long downhill run of Waipunga, all part of the fun and to be attacked with still no traffic around.

More signs of autumn across the Esk Valley; funnily enough, the dry conditions haven’t been in the news as much recently.

Returning to find my little car, what a great day’s outing not thinking of all that’s going on and instead enjoying a perfect day savouring hills, quiet roads, open spaces, food, and the sun and wind on my face – with plenty of pauses to take it all in. As always, looking forward to getting back out there and piecing more of the Hawke’s Bay jigsaw of hills, waterways and various land uses together.

Bonus sunset to top the day off.

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Te Wae Wae Loop

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An offer of riding through a farm and potentially cutting a significantly nasty part of highway out of HBAT could not be ignored for long. With the forecast looking only a little rainy, phone calls were made and a plan hatched. Marek signed up at the last minute, possibly I hadn’t fully explained what he was getting into, I finally broke twenty minutes at Park Run this year and we were off driving north.

Ten o’clock was a leisurely time to start what could be a very tough day ride; familiar sealed road and favourite views helped to warm us on a mild morning. Thankfully my legs weren’t hurting too much. Turning onto Pohokura Rd, I was looking forward to the long gravelled climb through farmland and native bush.

There was actually some rain overnight, odd to see a wet road – it kept the dust away and only slowed us slightly.

This feels like it should be the top, but it’s not.

Looking forward even more so to finding what’s at the end of the road – rather than turning onto Waitara Rd as on previous trips.

Quickly losing five hundred metres of elevation was only slowed by constantly stopping to take in the changing view of all the hills in their various uses.

There I go, looking even smaller than is usual.

A brief level section for the final plunge to the Mohaka.

Heading into the valley which would take us an hour to traverse from left to right and climb out of. The Mohaka running across the shot from left to centre, the Te Hoe joining it from the background. We were due to climb that grassy face in the middle-distance, far right of shot.

It really was looking a steep climb away from the Te Hoe.

Crossing the Mohaka, looking west and upstream.

I guessed at which track to take off the side of the road, and guessed correctly. It quickly closed in with gorse and blackberry encroaching ever further.

Down on the river flats, the track was gone.

Giving up on the track, we turned towards the river for the shortest possible push through the dense thicket of willow saplings. No derailleurs were harmed, thankfully.

Beyond the foliage, we could easily spy the dozer track that we were to take up the face.

Having been told that the best place to cross was five hundred metres up from the confluence, I was pleased the flats were rideable. Hearing a yell from Ian, but not seeing him, we rode upstream.

Finally I spied a quad bike and two people over the river. With much yelling and little comprehension we found a good place to cross the swift, but thankfully low (droughts are good for something it seems), river.

Safely on the left bank, it was great to meet Ian and his friend Brian. Still very sprightly at over eighty, the yelling continued due to some deafness. Introductions aside, we discussed the best way to get out of the valley – we opted for the shorter, steep dozer track. Next time, it’d be good if it could be the longer route – different views and all that.

Ian led us across a bog and towards the steepness.

Averaging over fifteen percent, it was at times much steeper. I managed to ride the first third, but was constantly stopping to take in the expanding panorama. I’m glad it was dry, or else the whole ascent would have been a slippery push.

Te Kooti’s Lookout just right of centre.

West up the Mohaka.

As well as having people guiding us through and opening and closing gates for us, I thoroughly enjoyed the enthusiastic telling of stories of the land. From the struggles of the early settlers (the land broke them), to Te Kooti’s lookout and stronghold during the Land Wars and eventually the development of a sustainable farm. Now six hundred acres of the property is covenanted native bush and I’d love to get back, explore some more and see some of the huge native trees Ian spoke of.

Generously we were welcomed in for a hearty meal of mince on toast (thanks Carolyn), all the while being regaled further with stories of the farm, the area, the other farms (up near where I’d met son Ian a fortnight previous) and the large family. Bikepacking stories were offered up, but didn’t seem quite as interesting to me. Bellies full, we did eventually go on our way.

By no means was our climbing done, as the near landscape soon turned to forestry – although often affording glimpses of ranges further away.

My game of “how far away is Panekiri?” continued – a bit further away this time.

This certainly was a decent climb, but it did plateau before another fast descent again to the Mohaka. The gravel ended for the day. Nearing the river, unusually a helicopter started buzzing around – Marek pointed out it was the rescue chopper, not a good sign.

Pausing at the Willowflat bridge, the river was low and we marvelled at the size of some of the boulders deposited in the flow.

Willowflat was larger than I expected – that is, there were a few houses and actually people around. But my, the climb up to Kotemaori keeps on giving – steep and steady, it just keeps going. Thankfully, our very pleasant riding conditions held and it wasn’t too hot. Worryingly, a lit police pick-up passed us. I’d plenty of time to wait at the first false summit, so proceeded to devour handfuls of ripe blackberries while wondering about the Mohaka Rafting vehicle parked up – ostensibly for cell coverage. Ridge riding commenced (up and down) and seventy kilometres and two thousand metres of climbing in, my waits grew longer – but that just left more time to savour the scenery, blackberries and a staggeringly spectacular day of riding.

Looking over towards the early part of the route.

Back on the highway, cruising down that section to Waikare Gorge is so much better and safer than the grovel up in the opposite direction. With a final few hundred metres to climb, I pushed on – rather enjoying how the hills around here are becoming more familiar and fitting together in my mind more and more. Back to the car, I had plenty of time for a cuppa with its guardians for the day – more tales of local farming history, and bike trips. Bliss; once again, I’m already scheming on bigger rides to further explore another area of the region that in a few short hours proved utterly captivating.

Unfortunately, Graham confirmed that there had been a drowning on the river, which explained all the unusual activity – sad news indeed, but also helps to appreciate wonderful days of being alive and outside.

Also, must get back to Ridgemount…

Thanks to Marek for nine of the photos above and being such a sport on a tough day’s riding; also thanks to Ian and Carolyn for being so welcoming to their special part of Hawke’s Bay.

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NITT 9 – Tiniroto to Napier

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Gone by six, unusually there was a little rain – cool on the descent from Tiniroto, and pleasantly so on the following climb. Now on the home straight and with only two percent of the day’s route roads new to my bike, the 180 km back to my front door turned into a bit of a celebration of the week’s most excellent trip.

Celebrations started in style with the best meal of the week (copious numbers of mushrooms in there) – East End Cafe in Wairoa is exceptional. What a find (thanks Keiko) for breakfast, and so close to home.

Out of Wairoa on the highway, I was a little disappointed to have to, poorly, sing “Goodbye Cricklewood Road” as I passed one of my favourite gravel roads (I’d be back three weeks later). Sunday morning, the highway was quiet and with only a day’s riding left and all batteries fully charged, music from my phone was a regular accompaniment of the day. The four kilometres of Mohaka Coach Rd down to the township were new – and provided the first blackberry stop of the day.

And views across to the cliffs towards the Waikare mouth.

And across the lower reaches of the Mohaka, towards hills that get more and more familiar.

Climbing Mohaka Coach Road towards Kotemaori, I found it may ride just as well as it does down towards the coast. That is to say, it was a very pleasant Sunday midday ride with absolutely no traffic. Back on the highway, traffic had increased – but it was mostly of the boat towing and carrying surfboards variety as a long weekend ended.

As the afternoon warmed, it was time for a spell at my most-frequented country store. How many pies, milkshakes and ice creams I’ve consumed at the Tutira store? I’d not like to hazard a guess. Off the highway, the roads just got more familiar. Another prolonged blackberry stop eventually had to be cut short or I’d never make it home.

A kind wind pushed me up Darkys Spur and onto Waipunga Road – where it was time for another stop. This time dropping in to congratulate newlyweds (a workmate) and hear how the wedding on the farm went; there may have also been giant cookies and other refreshments. Waipunga was riding far better than it was on HBAT, so that was pleasing.

Home, just over there! With a bit of over-zoom.

In no time I was back on my bike-commute route, savouring a very successful week of riding, seeing much of the central North Island, great company and food, fine weather, averaging over two hundred kilometres per day on mostly hilly terrain (with little riding at night when the views aren’t so good). Most importantly I found I could ride such distances day after day and thoroughly enjoy it – fantastic; the weather may have helped a lot there. Thanks for following along.

Pretending that the commute-route is new to me.

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NITT 1 – Napier to Mataroa via Gentle Annie and Taihape

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Inspired by, but ultimately unable to ride the Kopiko Aotearoa at the end of February (a 1100 km bikepacking event between Cape Egmont and East Cape with about a hundred people riding each way), I hatched my own little plan to steal away and ride a more direct route that had far more sections I was unfamiliar with (thanks for the route, Pete). This shorter route meant that I, optimistically, had enough time to ride from home across the North Island to Cape Egmont, meet Pete and ride to East Cape with him, before riding home solo. So with a week off work I set off to traverse the North Island twice and then back to Napier – the NITT was born.

The first day was expected to be the toughest – the notoriously hilly route from Napier to Taihape. It’s all sealed, but I’d found a gravel alternate to make the last third to Taihape new and more interesting – not to mention slower. Similar to the start of last year’s Easter Escapade, I was confident I’d get this big day done and therefore meet Pete as planned on Monday evening.

Early morning, I also worked in a roadies’ favourite that I’d not ridden before.

Gradually I climbed above the Ngaruroro and headed to join Napier-Taihape Rd.

After sixty-five kilometres the climbing began in earnest as the sun really started to beat down, there was a gentle westerly which cooled things a little. With no resupply until Taihape, I was well loaded with food and being particularly careful not to succumb yet again to some level of heat stroke. One big climb and descent done, I figured I had the time and need for a break off route at Kuripapango.

It certainly was tranquil back down at the Ngaruroro.

Refreshingly cool water, I soaked my legs for some time before climbing back up to the road.

The Gentle Annie climb to the highest point of the day done by early afternoon, it was again clear enough to see Ruapehu – in fact, the mountain would keep popping into view rather pleasingly throughout the afternoon. Then, my turn-off to the unknown. I’d not found any intel of people biking this road, just one report online of a motorbike ride through – at least I knew the road went.

I was about to drop a lot of height – but the sealed road does that too.

It was a big descent, as expected – but very corrugated, it wasn’t exactly fast. Treating some water from a stream, I then happened across a big sheep station complex of buildings – there is a convenient tap on the outside of the Otupae Station office.

Alongside the Mangaohane Stream, things flattened nicely.

I enjoyed this 150 m climb.

The descent to and then climb away from the Rangitikei is far gentler than on the main road and really quite nice.

Thirty kilometres of gravel over, I was pleased to find a school and more water at Pukeokahu. The hills got smaller and much more shaded for the eighty minutes remaining to Taihape; I started to salivate thinking of a large steak dinner.

After such a clear day, over here I was surprised that there was a fair bit of smoke sitting around having drifted again over the Tasman.

Into town after twelve hours in the sun and plenty of hills, my search of the main street for a decent feed was fruitless. I filled up on an ordinary burger and good chocolate milkshake, resupplied for the next section to Ohakune and rode north out of town. Whereupon, I promptly found a recently opened steakhouse. I couldn’t go past that, so quickly settled in for second dinner. Such friendly service, it was disappointing I couldn’t fit much of the steak in – but I did leave holding a box full of steak cut into small pieces (someone wasn’t carrying a knife) for ten leisurely kilometres to Mataroa, where I figured I’d bivy at the school for the night.

Suddenly, Ruapehu again.

A last little climb and descent, I found the school and settled in for the night – taking care to protect my takeout from the school cat. According to the chart on the window, it hadn’t been fed for a week – I found the biscuits, fed it and marked the chart; my breakfast was safe, I thought.

In my bivy bag to avoid the mosquitos, it was warm – but I tried to sleep satisfied with the first day going to plan. Plenty of hills, some new roads, all day in the sun and heat with no heat stroke and much more exploring to look forward to the following days.