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Maureen catches an early lead in the race down
the mighty steps of Mt. Hobson. |
We have been almost a week at Great Barrier Island now.
Tomorrow we will make the move toward Kawau Island – we have had many reports
that this is a great place to visit and no reason to doubt the veracity of that
information.
It is late now – I had been lying awake thinking about some
of the events over these past few days and thought I should try to capture some
of the feeling of the place.
I suppose calling anything that has happened over the past
few days an ‘event’ overstates the case a bit…
It is impressively dark night tonight. We are nearly at the
new moon and there is no other light except masthead anchor lights of the 6 or
10 boats moored across the bay. It is black enough that these lights are easily
confused with stars. Some folks might say that the anchor lights, and the presence
of the other boats in such an otherwise secluded setting, spoils the effect?
That is not our experience.
We are anchored in Kiarara Bay tucked between Great Barrier
Island on one side and Kiakora Island on the other. The close harbour gives the
impression of being on a lake, in the middle of the ocean. Surrounding us on
all sides are the remnants of an ancient Kauri forest. To be fair -- you pretty
much have to imagine the kauri as they are all gone now – at least the 1000
year old trees that were in such favour across the planet 200 years ago. Great
Barrier today is a different place. Much of the island is managed by Auckland council
as parkland, and considerable efforts are evident to control invasives and
re-establish the Kauri forest – that takes time.
We didn’t intend to stay here quite so long but we have
found each morning that there really was no good reason to leave.
Each morning my day starts in front of the computer looking
after e-mail: “Doug there is a broken bottle in the parking lot”, “Doug the
bathroom light on the second floor is not working”, “Doug, we have no hot water
on the fourth floor”. Although we are located in the opposite hemisphere -- it
is an enduring miracle of the modern world that I am able to respond to and
manage affairs 12,000 km away just as if I was sitting in my office at home. At
least I can do this as long as I have Internet access and one of the great joys
of Great Barrier Island is looking at my phone and seeing four bars of
beautiful Vodaphone cellular coverage!
Another great thing about NZ generally, and Great Barrier
specifically is the tramping. We have walked all over Great Barrier and Kiakora
Island in the last few days. The best of these tramps was the walk up to Mt. Hobson.
From this highest point you can see Auckland in the west -- and Tahiti to the
east – (on a clear day.)
So we got up early the other day and packed a lunch and
headed to shore in the dinghy to the trailhead (I guess they would call it a ‘tramphead’?).
As we motored in there was another dinghy heading in the same direction. We
have a 9.9hp outboard and they had a 3.5hp so we handily won the first leg -- getting
to the beach first. The second leg went to the Kiwi team as they flipped down
their dinghy wheels and smartly pulled themselves above the high tide mark. We
were a little longer removing our 235 kg. four stroke monster off the back of the
dinghy and walking it up the beach separately. I know you are thinking “why don’t
you have dinghy wheels”? (ask me about that later…)
The walk up to Mt Hobson is only about 5.6 km and less than
half of that is vertical. But it is an impressive piece of infrastructure. It
includes boardwalk sections built to protect nesting habitat and these are
beautifully crafted. Long sections three or four hundred metres constructed
dead level and with beautifully cut graceful curves winding through the trees. In
my mind -- I was comparing it to the decrepit condition of our West Coast Trail and
thinking – score another one for the kiwis.
Anyway with a supreme effort Team Canada did catch the kiwis
further up the trail (they were resting and sipping tea -- have I mentioned yet
that they looked to be in their 70s?). We all arrived at the lookout at
lunchtime and had a nice visit – everyone appreciating the natural splendor.
On the way down Team Canada wisely took a headstart and
began to work our way down the 1,479 steps while the kiwis were finishing their
mid-day meal. At about the ½ point we had noticed a pool on the nearly river
with a nice cascade of water flowing over – too good to pass up on a hot
afternoon.
It was perhaps a bit cheeky but without a change of clothes
we would have to make a furtive dip as the only downside of our private
swimming hole was that there is a commanding overlook from the bridge. No damage
done -- we were back on the trail, fully clothed, and ready to make our final
descent when the kiwis arrived. Only the briefest “so you had a swim” to betray
our indiscretion.
Back at the dinghy, I was waiting for the late arrival of
the other half of Team Canada, watching a family pull up to the beach with their
two little girls each with life jackets and matching Benetton sun hats. I said hello
and with that two word intro they responded “you must be from the Canadian boat”
How did they know that?
We visited. They have been cruising with their young family
for a few years now having started in Europe. We agreed to find a time to share
stories because that have just spent a season in French Polynesia (where we are
headed) and we have an excellent set of waypoints for Fiji (where they are
heading).
By now it was mid afternoon and we headed back to the boat.
On our way by Team Kiwi called out “come over for a drink at five?” “Sure.” I
tell the story this way because when we did come over for sundowners aboard Windlied, the first order of business
was to exchange names. I still find it to be a wonderful feature of the cruising
life that it is normal to strike up a conversation and a friendship over the
course of just a few minutes without even knowing the person’s name. We had a
great few hours on Windlied and
learned a bit about John and Barbara’s life in NZ about their three adult
children, their grandchildren, their life as market gardeners, about the outsized
impacts of Chinese investment on real estate prices in NZ, about the impacts on
agriculture, about books and about movies.
We must have talked about fishing too because although Windleid left early this morning we had
a ‘woo-hoo’ over the side of the boat about mid day and when I jumped up to see
what the ruckus was about they were ghosting by close to the boat and Barbara
was holding out small bag of fresh Snapper fillets at the end of the boathook --
and just enough time to reach out and grab it. I find this kindness touching because
it was so utterly unexpected. Wherever they had been fishing, it was certainly
out of their way to come back into this bay here to see us. There is no
expectation of a return favour, or even seeing one another again. We don’t have
a surname or any real ongoing point of connection -- just that memory of them
ghosting by – delivering a gift.
At almost the same moment we had a dinghy on the other side
of the boat which was the family I had mentioned above. They were heading to
the beach so that the girls could play and invited us to come ashore and trade
cruising insights. We spent 3 hours they them this afternoon while the girls
played in sand and water without a peep. It was fun.
Thinking about all of that, and all the stars in the sky
tonight, I have a soft spot for those ½ dozen masthead lights and the kindness
and shared experience they represent. We will leave in the morning and never
know who we might have missed here if we had stayed a little longer.
