TA Day 42, Timber Trail to Ongarue campsite – 26 km

Good decision to sleep in the tent, so cozy and much less dew this morning. Tuis call each other over the fog-filled gorge.

This particular portion of the trail emphasizes how strange it is to wake up, pack all your belongings, throw them on your back and walk. It’s simple and focused, and I am a bit fanatical about each item packed in the same place, so I don’t leave anything behind. I need every single item I brought with me.

It’s cool this morning, no one on the trail yet. Perhaps it’s because my weight is less as I eat through my food, but the feeling of why I love walking is returning – the wonder that my legs can carry me to new sights and sounds and it’s slow enough I can really take in each one – the sound of the stream crescendoing as I approach, the ferns daintily reaching out from the steep sided cut railway bed I walk on, the rock dangerously teetering in a spot we’re warned not to stop.

People ask how far I walk each day. Of course that depends on where I need to go because I have to find a place to sleep each night. It’s also dependent on conditions of the trail and the weather. A thru-hike means I become a full-time pedestrian. Unless a rest day, I walk, and usually all day.

I miss home right now during advent. Richard and I have hundreds of discs and play them all, singing along with our favorites. The best I can do is sing here on this trail. From here my life looks very rich, indeed.

I take brunch at the Mangatukutuku bridge, another spectacular suspension bridge that replaced the equally formidable timber bridge, curved over the gorge. I see a few remaining podocarp, but this forest was just about decimated. I like that it’s been reclaimed as a reserve and a bike/hike trail; the signage is superb. I wonder in 100 years time what our descendants will try to save that we extracted nearly to extinction.

This place is beautiful – a huge cliff face across the gorge with palms marching up, rimu, totara and other trees with bunchy branches crowd in for light with epiphytes draped over large branch elbows, the rapids below a loud and constant whooshing. The sun is trying to peak out of the fog, my hat is on as I munch on cashews.

I don’t wish to squander this chance to step outside my life. It’s too much pressure to expect I’ll feel this way every day because the going is often hard and sometimes even boring, but I remind myself I will likely never come here again and this is something to remember. Spiders build elaborate webs across the bridge cables and the sway gently in the soft breeze.

I get to the spiral – an engineering marvel – that got logs down the steep cliffs. One lokey, or train engine, was from the US. The longest serving ‘Climax’ in the world.

Almost walked right past it – a few rocks spelling out ‘1000.’ Yup, I’ve walked 1/3 of the Te Araroa! Yippee skippee!

Only 2,000 km to go…

The trail opens into an area of clearcut pine, piles of branches, scarring and stumps for miles. It smells like the Sierras. The idea of saving land as is just to enjoy is an American idea. John Muir convinced the government to create national parklands. The idea that we’d diminish some of our most unique and irreplaceable habitat in Utah to benefit a few extraction companies is anathema to me. The land I sit on now will not return to bush in my lifetime.

I pass a sign that tells me the Taupo supervolcano is still active as a rhyolite caldera – same stone on north shore. The trail I’m walking is made of its pumice.

I arrive at a lovely grassy campsite with a hut built using our TA donations – thank you Randy and Kathy! At first it’s just the three of us in this sylvan spot, then more wander in – ten in all! A huge group of walkers to plan the upcoming days with. I feel so fortunate to have landed in this very spot.

Til tomorrow, friends.

Reader Comments

  1. Congratulations on crossing the 1000 km rubicon! Those feet of yours are amazing. Following their every step. You’re in my thoughts, friend.

  2. You are welcome. Thanks so much for taking us along. I look forward to each day’s post and find myself agreeing with many of your feelings. Your photos are amazing!

  3. Remind me again when you started this walk and when and where you plan to complete this walk. I’ve enjoyed every step with you. I am beginning to feel sorry for you walking along without loved ones over Christmas. Can that be true that you will be walking on Christmas Eve and Christmas day?

    I’m proud of you,
    Paul Aslanian

  4. Alison of the magic feet,
    Thinking of you so often. Loving your commentary and photos. Keep inspiring us! Sending a big Advent hug your way:

  5. Woohoo, 1000 km!!!!! Congratulations! So impressive!
    I so look forward to reading about your adventures. you aren’t just sharing your hike, but have been sharing your heart. It’s wonderful to witness.
    Good luck with the next 2000km!

  6. Kia Ora Alison….well done e hoa! Enjoy the look back and put the boots on in the morning. When in the Manawatu this place might be worth checking out. Owned by peeps I know whom have walked the trail as well. Kia Kaha…


    Ka kite ano

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