TA Day 29, Mercer to Rangariri – 27 km

About to set off. The sun is out but I’m nervous getting back on the trail. Bought way too much food and the next section requires carrying water. It’s going to be slow going, though the trail notes say it’s ‘easy tramping.’ That’s me!

But with all the rain, this ‘river walk’ is a hell of overgrown grass soaking me to the skin, their tiny seeds dotting my pants, slippery mud ascents and descents, and bogs up to my knees. Beautiful? In a certain way, but hard and slow walking.

And storm clouds are building.

I arrive at the Whangamarino redoubt, high above the Waikato river; major battle here with good sight lines.

But then doubling back confusion because the TA signs are invariably placed after the turn. I go under graffitied bridges, a homeless man sleeps in his car next to a rotting possum. I wonder about my sanity walking this trail. My gps says I am on the route, but it’s a heinous overgrown shitshow next to the freeway. Do you even want people in your country, I wonder. Feels like a nightmare of tall weeds and loud traffic.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind hard hiking, but this area is overgrown, ugly and dangerous. Perhaps one day of weed whacking, or a reroute not on the central north-south freeway littered with garbage might be a thought. It’s actually insulting how awful this is.

And then, just like that, the trail appears heading into the countryside – and beautifully signed. Hard fence to open and I give myself a shock. I spy a farm house just in case this storm building in front of me hits. Here comes thunder and many more electric fences to negotiate.

I make a wrap with meat and cheese against a tree with a sprawling trunk I can sit on and keep my pack from the cow muck. The trail now is quiet, solitary, next to the Waikato River. A few raindrops threatened, but just birds and sunshine now.

I swore and finally cried at the first section today – no one but me to hear my complaints – and I finally figured it out and moved on. Turns out I had it me to deal with the less pleasant portions. And maybe that’s what it’s about today, that not everything is bliss and that’s ok. Sometimes it’s throwing your pack over an electric fence while trying not to get shocked and/or roll into cow poo. Sometimes it’s a ridiculous ‘path’ through tall weeds on twist-your-ankle ground before the good stuff. Sometimes it’s just a sandwich with your feet in mud to get the energy you need for the next part.

The Polish couple arrives just as I finish, so I share a ginger candy and give them the tree. The trail leaves cows and heads right to the grassy riverbank making me think of the cult film “Night of the Hunter” when the children escape Robert Mitchum down the Ohio river.

It’s back to uneven muddy walking with yellow irises above my head centimeters from another shock. The puffy cumulus just sail by without letting go off their wet cargo, tiny lizards scurry out from where my feet fall.

A grassy area opens up and I walk without needing to look down at my feet. Suddenly, it’s sublime. The NZ game bird habitat trust wetland project. Bulky willows kiss the water’s edge, a shady cottonwood crackles with the breeze.

It’s still a long way but the empty road is easier walking than the electric fence mine fields. Here, an entire avenue of cottonwoods wave, cheering me on. I am tired this afternoon and sink into doubt about finishing this trail. The white farmhouse I pass reminds me of my in-laws in Texas and I feel better.

Here in Rangariri with all new people. The beta was a bit off in that no camping at the pub and Cathy’s pub is closed, but Vera handed me her phone and I called Cathy and set up camping on her cafe lawn for all of us plus a breakfast pie to share at 7:15. I feel kind of amazing just now, setting up for me and sharing with the trampers.

We’re set up and cooking and my dinner choice is a total disaster. The vermicelli feels like nylon twine and the spices are extremely hot. I reach my tiny knife in to cut little bite sizes.

I love this group – Dutch, Swiss and Polish – all sharing the exact same frustrations I had with today. I am surprised and delighted to be ‘normal.’ The barefoot hiking kayak boy shows up by himself and says hello to me, using my name. I am touched.

Now the entire sky is pink, I’ve put on my orange puffy and crawling into the alicoop, but not before Cathy of the pie shop shows up and offers me a glass of wine. Life is indeed fine.

Good night and sweet dreams for tomorrow’s adventures.

Reader Comments

  1. I am still following your adventure and loving your pictures. I think this type of adventure can not but lead to personal evolution.

  2. Great description of a hellish day! Glad you found out you are “normal”! A good cry once in awhile is very therapeutic. Hope the low point is DONE!

  3. Thanks for sharing all of the adventure…the electric fence, cowdoo, bad meal, yellow iris and hiker community. I admire your grit and curiosity.

  4. Amazing what you can accomplish when you just keep putting one foot in front of the other and have a goal in mind. Tomorrow should be a piece of cake (or pie).

  5. You are a true “trouper,” Al. Rotting possums and cow dung would stop me in my tracks – pun intended. However, the photos are gorgeous. I love the reference to Night of the Hunter. Keep at it. You are gutsy!

  6. Your pictures have such vibrant colors! Thanks for sharing all that you go through! I, for one, am so proud of you for what you are doing!! Judy

  7. As someone quipped recently, “Some days you’re the dog, some days you’re the hydrant.” No doubt all part of some mysterious balance that nature needs to maintain. Carry on tramping!

  8. Allison, I must comment that in my book you are so much more than “normal”. What courage and grit you display daily! I have read about/listened to your previous adventures plus your NZ blogs and I’m in awe. I wake up daily excited to read your latest news. I think that you are incredible. Keep up the great adventure and know that back in the states we are enjoying every minute – the good, the bad, and the ugly. Aunt Susan

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