In March 2021, after completing Rakiura Track in Stewart island, I continued onto Humpridge Track. I organised group and hiked the 61km 3-days Humpridge Track, at the bottom of Fiordland National Park. It is managed by a charitable organisation with partnership with DoC. Like all other hikes in New Zealand, the weather played a major part especially in the rain forest of Fiordlands. These are my photos of that track. To read about the hike, please go to Humpridge Track.
This 3- day (61 km) loop track is in the Waititu Forest at the bottom end of Fiordland National Park – where the Southern Alps ends into the Southern Ocean. The hike goes along the rugged southern coast beaches and rise to sub-alpine zone through lush rainforest of beech, totara, ferns and podocarp forest; historic viaducts and timber mill relics, and diverse landscapes. It is accessed from Tuatapere, a small rural town located between Te Anau and Invercargil. This is a private walk run by a charitable trust – a partnership between DOC and the Tuatapere Community. It is open all year round. A moderate to high level of fitness and appropriate gear is essential. Between six to nine hours walking is required. See my track photos.
“Humpridge Track is poised to become a New Zealand Great Walk in 2022. It is a track through diverse landscape, heritage and nature – moss draped native forest and sublime coasts; climb a 1000 meters from sea to sky; through historic milling sites and crossing bygone era wooden viaducts; experience ‘goblin’ forest, native birds, spectacular views plus treacherous muddy and appreciated boardwalk tracks”.
I organised a small group and booked several months ago. Early booking is essential especially for the private rooms. Booking is easy and done directly on Humpridge track. There are several options, including heli-packing! We chose the Freedom Walk (NZ$245) with an upgrade to Private Room (NZ$100/couple/night) – comes with linen, towels and hot shower. The basic is a 8-bed bunk room. Limited food is available for purchase including the famous Tuatapere sausages. Tip: with the private room option, the idea is to pack as little as possible.
“Humpridge Track hike is themed as more wilderness and less people”.
We were picked up in Invercargil by Humpridge Shuttle ($NZ95/person). In an hour, we reached Tuatapere. The journey here was stunning, along the coast with views of sprawling farmlands, isolated bays and Solander Island. Tuatapere looked like a one road frontier town. Our accommodation Tui Camp, was centrally located. Great facilities with pub and eatery.
Day 1 – Rarakau to Okaka Lodge (20km)
Our arranged shuttle picked us up at Tui Camp, around 0830, and within 1/2 hr, transported us to the starting point of Humpridge Track. Past a farm gate, we immediately entered Waitutu Forest, a mixed coastal lowland forest. On a rather slippery and narrow track, we were encapsulated by giant trees including silver beech, rimu, totora, podocarp, broad-leafs tree ferns and rata. The canopy was not dense. Bird songs filled the forest. Tui and fantails flew close-by. South Island Robin jumped without fear near my boots and tree branches to investigate. High in the canopy, the heavy flapping of the Kereru can be heard. A steep set of steps brought me downhill and through a clearing, view of the crashing Southern Ocean at Te Waewae Bay.
The muddy track continued along a pebbled beach to my first suspension bridge over Waikoau River across a collection of corrugated tin roof houses. Sea sprays drifted inland with swiping views of bluish-green craggy mountains in the background. That is Hump Ridge, the bottom end of Fiordland National Park. An alternate to walking on muddy and sometimes water log track, is to walk on the white sandy Blue Cliffs Beach. This sweeping crescent shaped beach stretched a long way. Beyond in the west, the daunting Hump Ridge Range and a cloudy sky. In the south, the ocean stretched all the way to Antarctica. I could see all the hikers that started earlier than us. I kept a sharp eye for seals and the highly endangered Hector Dolphins. The beach is littered with stones and drift wood. A truck passed us on the beach with a couple of happy kids and dogs at the back. After 3/4 hour walk on the delightful beach, we re-entered the forest joining the South Coast Track. It is important to observe the orange triangle markers. Around 1030, we crossed Stoney Creek swing bridge surrounded by lush vegetation and rounded stones. We continued on the South Coast Track (past a detour to Teal Bay) onto Track Burn over Waikoko Stream. The track weaved through Maori land and Fiordland NP. The coast is often seen through breaks in the forest. The track so far had been relatively flat but muddy in several parts.
We arrived in Flat Creek at 1130. and the track diverted inland and immediately began to 900 meters climb. It is very sheltered in the bush. The forest ground is dominated by crown ferns. Lime green lichen and moss dripped from matured trees. Moving away from the coast, humidity increased. This part of the track was mostly walking on wooden board walks. The rest of the track was muddy and slippery in patches. The diversity of the forest is stunning. At 1300, we arrived at the half-way point, a shelter near a water bridge. A great place for lunch and refill our water bottle from the stream. A bucket had been conveniently placed on the bridge to scoop. Refuelled, we climbed higher aided by more boardwalks and bridges. Along a ridge, sphagnum moss dominated the ground. However, as we dipped into the valley, ferns reappeared. Besides lichen, with constant rainfall, epiphytic plants, including flowering orchid, flourished abundantly onto matured tree trunks and branches. This is a multi-tiered forest.
My body began to take its toll from the long hike. My pack was weighing me down as I walked slowly to keep track with my hiking mates. The vegetation dramatically changed with altitude gain.
“I walked amongst pristine beech forest – draped in lichen and moss, twisted and stunted. I decided to walk at my pace. Although uncrowded, walking in solitude is quite inspiring” .
Parts of the track was inter-twined with exposed tree roots. A marker indicted another 3km to go. Walking on the Humpridge is uncrowded compared to other great walks. Temperature dipped as mist rapidly flowed through. I scrambled up large boulders and rocks along a ridge. The track is well marked. Finally, I arrived at a clearing – Stag Point at 1615. Dark cold clouds descended rapidly in the west and Hump Ridge was obscured. However, the views of Te Waewae Bay towards the south-east, although hazy, was visible.
“The twisted and structural forest became a magical and dreamy landscape as the mist settled onto the tree canopies. It felt like walking through a primordial landscape”.
Fortunately, aided by more board walks, the hike continued upwards and out of the forest. Trees became stunted and spiky grass-like shrubs dominated the ground.
As the hike progressed higher, this was replaced by sub-alpine vegetation. Once I exited the tree line, apart from the boardwalks winding it way, it was a white-out. Dark dense cloud descended onto the mountains and track. The boardwalk climbed over the ridge and descended into a bush to a junction – one to the Summit Loop Track, the highest point at 1000m, and the other to Okaka Lodge. With poor weather and no views, I arrived the lodge at 1715 . What a welcoming sight. The last 3km, of literally scrambling over rocky outcrops, is demanding.
Then it rained. My arrival could not have been timely. A hiking mate offered some hot tea. It was bliss. The rest of the team arrived half an hour later. The private room is superb. Out on the balcony, the clouds suddenly parted to reveal sweeping views of the crescent shaped Te Waewae Bay, moss drenched stunted forest, tussock land and the Southern Ocean. The brief view was magical. After a hot shower, we settled for dinner with the fire place going. The mood in the lodge was jovial. Quietly, most were just relieved to have completed the hardest part (21 km) of the partially muddy track. Rain continued through to late evening. With a hot water bottle and tucked under a warm blanket, life was good.
Day 2 – Okaka Lodge to Port Craig (21km)
Oats porridge and coffee is offered at the lodge at breakfast. We left the delightful lodge at 0840. The landscape was engulfed by the heavy fog. Although the weather was poor and definitely no views, I headed towards the summit of Hump Ridge. The bush was replaced with golden tussock grasses and alpine tarns. This is the highlight of the hike – a loop boardwalk that encircled limestone tors interspersed with tarns and panoramic 360 degrees views of Fiordland in the north-west and the rugged Southern coastline.
“Today, we were greeted with high cold winds, mist that ‘rained heavily’ and completely engulfed in clouds. There were no views. Even the Kea knows better not to dwell in today’s windswept weather “.
The surface of the tarns were transformed into choppy sea. The wind scooped up chunks of water and spread it along its path. My sense of direction was in disarray. In the same token, the wild and windswept raw beauty of the landscape was captivating.
“It was like wandering on ancient earth“ .
Back tracking below the ridge, clarity improved. The heavy drench of the mist disappeared. Form hereon, its downhill to Port Craig, on the coast. We descend aided by wooden boardwalk into a stunning “goblin” cloud forest – mountain beech, gnarled trees with gray-green lichen and black fungus, ground carpeted with soft yellowish sphagnum moss and the canopy covered in gray mist and eerie glowing light. It was strangely silent. We emerged out of this enchanting fairytale forest after an hour. The boardwalk, covered with chicken wire mesh, that stretched for kilometres were particularly useful in this perpetually wet weather.
“The forest along the track is extraordinary – twisted ans stunted beech, rata, totara and pines, crown ferns, epiphytes, lichen, moss, flowering orchids, tree ferns, tussock grasses, alpine shrubs and coastal grasses”.
The track descended and acended along a ridge. It was hard to access the distance as visibility was limited to about 50 meters. Still, the expansive views were impressive. We were surrounded with alpine scrub and colourful vegetation. When not on boardwalk, it was a muddy and slippery track. We scrambled carefully under a huge boulder. With wet conditions, we treaded carefully over the boulders. Thank goodness for the boardwalk which aided the steep descent immensely. Took the pressure off my knees. At 1130, we approached the almost invisible Luncheon Rock. We stopped at the nearby shelter for lunch. It was good to get out of my wet gear. My thought were the warm room at Port Craig. Hereon, it is a 600 meters descend. A handsome lean looking man stopped for a chat. He is running the full 3 day track in one! I praised him on his athleticism. His response was humbling – “look at you guys, heavy packs on your back, trudging up and down the mountain. I’ve only got a water bottle and little snacks”. The light rain did not relent. This made the track slippery and muddy.
With descent, vegetation changed with taller trees and broadleafs. It felt drier too. Both, matured and saplings of rimu dominated the forest. At 1445, we reached a junction. To the right, the track led to Wairaurahiri River. The left, is the first wooden viaduct – Edwin Burn Viaduct. In the heyday of the 1920’s timber industry, a 14 km tramway was built between Port Craig and Wairaurahiri River. To cross the rugged terrain and streams, viaducts were built high above the tree canopies. Soon, we approached, the 36 metres high and 125 metres long, Percy Burn Viaduct, said to be the highest surviving wooden viaduct in the world. It was stunning. A piece of living history. The wooden planks loomed wobbly yet sturdy. At the end of the viaduct is the 18 bed Percy Burn Hut. The onward track is a cut gully in the forest. I found it hard on my feet souls with continous pounding on the embedded railway sleepers. Beware, some of the iron railway spikes are exposed. Within 10 minutes, we crossed the 59m Sandhill Viaduct. These are living museum pieces. Then, back on the never ending wet, dark and often muddy gully.
“The monotonous and bleak walk on mud soaked railway sleepers was the low point of the hike. I had to slow down”.
At dragging myself for 7 km, we emerged out into a grassy clearing at the old 1920’s, once thriving, milling settlement. Little remained today. The old Port Craig School is now an 18-bed DoC Hut. We continued on and relieved to reach Port Craig Lodge at 1730. The first to greet were the notorious resident sandflies. I looked forward to the hot shower. However, not before scrubbing off all the mud glued to my boots and rain pants. The common kitchen was buzzing and delicious aromas. With a cup of hot tea, it was good to be indoor…. resting. My feet was happy now!
Just minutes away from the lodge is the Southern Ocean. Next stop is Antarctica. I kept a sharp eye for dolphin and penguins. Not fortunate though. The weather had been kind and presented a wonderful sunset. Time for hot dinner and a yarn.
Day 3 – Port Craig to Rarakau (20 km)
Today’s morning weather was great – blue sky and no rain. We had a relaxed breakfast knowing today’s walk is relatively flat. Furthermore, no more feet hurting tram tracks. We left at 0800 and entered a forest of ferns – ground covered with crown ferns and structural tree ferns. The track skirted along the coasts’ undulating terrain and crossed a few streams, including camp creek. The morning sun penetrated through gaps amongst matured beech, covered in lichen and moss. Occasionally, the coast is revealed. Humidity increased as the hike progressed. Boardwalk helped cross wet and boggy terrain. At 1030, we reached Breakneck Creek. I followed the meandering shallow river towards the stunning Southern Ocean. The beach is lined with picturesque haystack rocks – looked like stacked pancakes. As the ocean crashed onto these rocks, it created spectacular views. The track crossed into Fiordland NP.
Eventually, track led into white sandy Blowholes Beach. I looked back towards the west, Humpridge was cloudless against a blue sky. The weather here is unpredictable. After 15 minutes, we detoured back into the bush as the tide was too high to continue walking along the coasts. If beach walk is not possible, an alternate bush track is available. We rejoined our day 1 track at Flat Creek, the turn off to Okaka. We retraced our hike on Bluecliff Beach towards Rarakau.
“Walking on the beach is definitely refreshing. It also gave the best opportunity to see dolphins and penguins. Stewart island seemed to be engulfed in an ocean of blue”.
We re-entered the forest and crossed a long suspension bridge. The track alternated between the beach and bush. The sea was a stunning cobalt blue. The sun was intense. Visibility all the way to Hump Ridge was clear. Chorus of Tui, Wood Pigeons and Fantails returned. After an hour walk on Bluecliff Beach, we climbed a series of steps into the dense coastal forest. After all the ‘flat’ walk, this was demanding. However, under the tree canopy, it was cooling. We weaved through the forest and arrived at Rarakau at 1400. A little tired but my body held the long hike. The other hikers were just relieved. Our pre-arranged transport returned us to Tuatapere and onward to Invercargill.
The weather played a vital part as views may not appear as suggested. Furthermore, the track, wherever boardwalk is unavailable, can be very muddy and slippery. The distance of 20km a day may further contribute to a ‘bad day’. However, the weather cannot be controlled. Therefore, kitted with appropriate gear is essential. Humpridge Track is still one of the finest tracks I had hiked. The diversity of the landscape and terrain is equally good. Plus, the low number of hikers, ‘luxury lodge options’ and potential to see rare wildlife, made it a desirable prospect.
“the landscape changed from rain forest to alpine scrub, from slippery mountain scramble to easy coastal hike. Walk amongst historic rusty relics, impossible engineering and nature”
In mid-March this year, I hiked the Milford Track. Not exactly Milford Track but the DOC modified The Southern – Mackinnon Experience. The reason – exceptionally high rainfall in February had caused heavy damage to the track and washed away bridges. On the Routeburn Track, a hut was completely crushed. The only road in and out of Milford Sound was not spared either. This resulted in completely closure of the road. Furthermore, Covid 19 was spreading around the world. A week after we completed this track, New Zealand went into total lock-down (Level 4)and closed its businesses, schools and borders.
However, with repairs and maintenance, we had an opportunity to experience this track, albeit partially. These are my photos of that hike. Please read my Hiking the Milford Track story in the next post.
I had recently (early November) hiked the 32km Routeburn Track in New Zealand’s South Island. This track located in the Fiorldands, a unique heritage site. Please read details of my track in the next posts.
Table of Contents
Day 1 – Divide – Lake Howden via Key Summit
Day 2 – Lake Howden Hut – Lake Mackenzie Hut
Day 3 – Lake Mackenzie Hut – Routeburn Falls Hut
Day 4 – Routeburn Falls Hut – The Shelter
Suggested hiking gear
Routeburn Track is located in the unique Fiordland in New Zealand’s South Island. It is considered one of New Zealand’s Great Walks. Read about my hikes in Abel Tasman Coastal Track and Kepler Track in previous posts. You can also see my Routeburn Track photos
The tracks and huts are managed by DOC (Dept. of Conservation). As such, registration and bookings are made through the Department of Conservation, Fiordland National Park. Booking is not only essential, book early as it is popular particularly between December and March. I suggest booking on the shoulder season – early November and April to avoid the crowd. All booking must be confirmed at the DOC offices either in Queenstown or Te Anau prior to starting the track. The Fiordland weather is unpredictable. Be prepared for mainly for rain and gusty cold wind. During my track in early November, we experienced heavy rain, thunderstorms and lightning in the last two days. Avalanche warnings are also high on certain stretches especially between Lake Mackenzie and Routeburn Falls Huts. Particularly near Harris Lake.
The 32 km track can be completed in two, three or four days. We decided to do a four day track to accommodate my injured thumb plus to take in the views. (Having done it, three days is ideal). It is a one way track that can be started from either end – the Divide from Te Anau or the Routeburn shelter from Glenorchy. Walking from the Divide offers an easier hike as the track climbs gradually. Plus, walk into generous views. Start from Te Anau and finish in Queenstown. Transportation to and from Queenstown and Te Anau to the Divide and the Shelter can be organised by Tracknet or Infotrack. For relocating cars between starting and finishing points, contact Trackhopper or Easyhike.
Day 1 (Nov 6) – Divide – Lake Howden via Key Summit (3.4km + 2km)
Will, my tramping partner, and I were picked up by Tracknet (transporter) at Te Anau at 0715. It was raining lightly. Soon after entering Fiordland NP, we passed through Elington Valley, grouched out during the ice age, covered with golden tussock grasses. The slow moving Elington River meandered through it. Soon after, we made a short stop at Gunn Lake. On a good day, reflections of the surrounding mountains can be seen mirrored on the lake. We arrived at the Divide, about 1.5 hrs from Te Anau on the road to Milford Sound, around 0830, starting point of the 32 km Routeburn Track with a side track to Key Summit.
At a shelter, we organised ourselves. The weather was very cloudy and it rained sporadically.
We entered Fiordland NP. Its distinct lichens hung from trees, lime green moss carpeted the forest floor with thickets of ferns. The air was crisp with clear visibility. I could almost see the individual leaves. However, clouds hung low above the tree top and mountains. We passed a few Kotukutu trees, the largest fuchsia in the world. It had a distinctive orange bark peels.
This is mainly a Silver Beech forest. We passed small waterfalls and crossed man-made bridges. The track was not too demanding at this stage. Furthermore, it is a short hike today. Secretly, I was hoping the rain clouds would clear when we approach Key Summit as we walked through the mainly silver beech forest. I was optimistic and excited. At the same time, apprehensive. How am I going to cope with my fractured thumb (sports injury just 6 days ago). Occasionally, icy peaks of the Earl Mountains emerged through the tree clearings. There were only three people on the track for now.
Once above the tree line, the Darren Mountains with the Hollyford valley and river stretched towards the horizon. My heartbeat jumped. I am always inspired by snowy peaks and high places. As hoped, the threatening dark rain clouds had thinned. The sun was out. The landscape was bathed in glorious morning sunshine and the sky blue. The flora here is mixed. Around 0930, we arrived at a junction, one descended towards Lake Howden Hut and the other, ascended towards Key Summit.
On this exposed section, we bumped into a bunch of school kids from Dunedin. The tranquility is broken with chatter and friendly banter among these kids. It was great to see these young ones enjoying the great outdoors. For a moment, the track was crowded. Eventually, once we arrived at the summit, the views were stunning. We were encircled but snowy peaks. I was mesmerised by the alpine tarns surrounded with yellow ground moss adorned with majestic peaks. On the west, the Earl and Darren Mountains. On the east – Humboldt, Ailsa and Livingstona Mountains. The clouds cleared, little cool wind and sun warm. I just had to sit and savour this natural beauty. In the background, laughter and chatter by the school kids.
Within minutes, the cold clouds partially reclaimed the mountain tops. This is synonymous with the Fiordland. There is an Alpine Loop Walk. Yellow moss surrounded an alpine tarn. It is a delicate environment. I was stuck like a magnet in this place. Continuing on further south on the trail, there is a viewing spot and rest area. With clouds almost covering the mountain, I was not sure what I was looking at. A small signage cleared that up. The school kids had also gathered here together with a guided group op. I was in no hurry and relished this magical environment. Several ice covered peaks with bare slopes appeared. Finally, I spotted the aquamarine alpine glacial Lake Marian, literally hanging off the slopes of Mount Christina. On the right is an aptly named Mount Crosscut. The Key Summit Track can be done as a day hike from the Divide (3 hrs return).
We retraced our tracks back to the mail trail and hiked towards, mainly downhill and under tree canopy, towards Lake Howden Hut. We arrived around 1130. The group of kids we met on Key Summit were, fortunately, to the next hut. Plus, a group of guided hikers were having lunch and also preparing to leave. Placid Lake Howden is surrounded by lush green mountains as a few icy peaks. The lake water flowed out just in front of the hut. It was cold though. Alert! Be prepared for sand fly. Soon, more trackers arrived and departed.
After lunch, as the sun was still out and bright, I walked along the lake on the Caples Track. It was all under the forest canopy. Bird songs filled the air. Trying to spot them is a different issue. Several streams criss-crossed the track. In an open valley, a small stream cut a grassy bog. The sky was blue and the weather warm. The hut was half full. I looked out of the window while sipping my miso soup, the sun was still out after 1900. Most people in this hut were mainly heading towards the Divide the next day. There were a few going in our direction. Dinner time gives us an opportunity to meet other hikers and hear their stories. Huts are never easy to sleep!
Day 2 (Nov 7) – Lake Howden Hut – Lake Mackenzie Hut (8.6 km)
I did not sleep well. Noises, snoring and movements of people within the hut is unavoidable. I was up around 0700 and the hut was completely engulfed by heavy fog. The surrounding rainforest were transformed into silhouettes. A thick layer of mist hung just above Howden Lake’s surface. After breakfast, we left the hut around 0800. We know there were three other heading our way.
The track ascended from the hut and lead into the forest. The air was still. The only sound I heard was my heavy breath and footsteps on the gravel track. Bird songs echoed through the misty rain forest. In the background, there is a constant sound, the roar of moving water. Either from the numerous streams that criss-cross the track and waterfalls. Synonymous with the Fiordlands, the forest is enriched with with lichens on tree branches and trunks, moss carpet on the forest floor and sporadic ground ferns. Similarly we crossed several fixed bridges. We met Richard, a keen birder making his way slowly. He explained that he had hip replacement just four months ago. Brave and determined man.
Loud roar resonated through the forest. Not long after, I could see a white column of water fall from a blackish cliff face. I felt the strong spray drift before witnessing the fall itself. This is Earland Fall (178m). Resulting from the night’s heavy rainfall, there was a lot of water. The track passed along the face of the fall. Be prepared to get wet. There is an alternative route just below the main track.
Strangely, past the fall, the ground seemed drier. Looking back at Earland Falls,it was even more impressive especially when the clouds disappeared. Snow covered mountains appeared. That brought some excitement. The canopy was thinner here. A signage said The Orchard. It is a flat area covered with grasses, thickets of ferns, flax and small ribbonwood trees. They look like apple trees. I ventured off the track towards a small pond flanked by beech trees. A couple of stunned hares hopped into the bush. In distant background, looming peaks glowed in the late morning sun.
The track zig-zagged along the slopes and the was a pleasant surprise – the Darren Mountains. The range was partially visible with clouds moving rapidly. As the clouds dissipated, the Hollyford Valley and river appeared. This is a perfect place for lunch. I was totally mesmerised by the icy mountains. While having lunch, I was hoping the whole range would open up. Optimistic perhaps. At times I could see the end of the Hollyford River which drained into the Tasman Sea. I dragged away from this fantastic view. The blue sky and sunny day was welcomed. Still walking along the slopes with the Darren Mountains on the west, I reentered the forest. With beautiful weather, I was really enjoying the hike. I am almost alone throughout the track. There were only about five hiker walking in the direction. That is a great feeling. Occasionally I caught up with Will. A. tiny green bird darted around tree branches (later identified by Richard, a bird enthusiasts as the Riflemen). The final part track ended on the flats covered with shrubs. The first huts were not for independent hikers. Its a lodge. Finally, around 1230 I arrived at Lake Mackenzie Hut. There were not other boarders yet.
It is an amazing site. I was attracted towards the emerald green glacial lake. Rough blocks of glacial rocks lay strewn on the west end of the lake. Two peaks loomed above, Ocean and Emily Peaks. With the sun shining, the views were stunning. After some hot refreshments, we headed out to explore Split Rock. There were great views of both Ocean and Emily Peaks. On the west, Christina and other Darren Mountain peaks gleamed in the midday sun. Bird calls echoed everywhere but hard to see. Near the hut, a couple of Kea made their distinct calls. Today is a fantastic day but we were warned of uncertain weather tomorrow. At dinner, we caught up with Richard. There is a sense of camaraderie amongst hikers.
Day 3 (Nov 8) – Lake Mackenzie Hut to Routeburn Falls Hut (11.3km)
Tried to get some sleep but quite unsuccessful. Late at night, the dark clouds that gathered earlier turned into torrential downpour aided with strong gusty wind. The storm lashed onto the hut with lightning and thunder. I was glad that I am tucked in my sleeping bag.
The weather forecast for today is not particularly good with potential for rain throughout the day. At breakfast, I was surprised there was no rain although dark and cloudy. We departed around 0730 hoping to take advantage of the weather. Kea calls echoed in the cold morning air from the nearby trees. I had my rain gear and thermals on. The track immediately entered the beech forest and skirted round Lake Mackenzie. The gravel track zig-zagged climbing steadily under the forest canopy. We soon emerged out of the forest and surprisingly with only a breeze. As we climbed around the slopes of Ocean Peak, there were great views of Lake Mackenzie and the surrounding mountains. The day was cloudy and rain was imminent. Above the tree line, the track passed through a high alpine plateau of tussock grasses and transformed into jagged rocky plateau. Unique hardy plants clung on to survive these harsh conditions. Then it began to drizzle.
The track progresses parallel with the Hollyford Valley flanked by the great snow peaked Darren Mountains. The wind picked up so did the rain. I struggled a little keeping my bandaged hand dry. Tussock grasses covered most surfaces. Icy peaks emerged as the clouds clear. At one point, the track is a narrow ledge with steep slope. Fortunately, a pipe handle, screwed onto the cliff face, provided some support. Sudden gusts of wind threw me off balance at places. On the west, Darren Mountains were almost invisible with the rain and thick clouds. Temperatures began to drop as we climbed higher. The hike was not difficult.
Finally we approached Harris Saddle, the highest elevation (1255m) of the Routeburn Track at midday. Hale swept through as I hurried into the shelter. I tucked in my lunch before continuing on. A few other hikers coming from the opposite direction also made a brief stop here. Unfortunately, my flimsy rain coat tore. There is no alternative rain top. Moments later, sleet dropped from the dark sky. The side trip to Conical Hill was inaccessible today due to avalanches. The views beyond the shelter was obscured by heavy mist and clouds. Fortunately, the orange track markers, provided guide and direction. These are invaluable during poor weather and visibility.
For hereon, we entered the Mount Aspiring NP. After a short walk over sandstone rocks, the dark hued glass-like glacial Harris Lake appeared. Although cloudy, raining and dark, the expansive views were amazing. Snow peaked mountains were almost silhouetted in the background. It was in black and white. Just past the shelter, in an tarn, was a rare blue duck (Whio). The narrow track skirted above and around the lake. With a series of wooden steps, I descended through a lump of ice. Continuous rain had made the track slippery in places. There are great views of Harris Lake and the drainage outlet. A river is formed and flowed downhill. In the distant, a greenish valley. Avalanche warning appear sporadically over this stretch.
On this rugged landscape of tussock flats and boulders , the beginning of Routeburn River cascaded down and meandered towards the rain mist covered valley below. The river splits into fast flowing streams. Various coloured stones including greenstones are strewn along the track. This area is rich in “pounamu” (jade like greenstone). Drenched in rain, the bush is green. As I approach the flats, a loud consistent roar can be heard. Aided by iron railing, I walked gingerly over sandstone rocks. There, the torrent Routeburn Falls tumbled into a deep canyon at three separated sections. Due to heavy downpours, aided by numerous ad-hoc streams, the river had swelled.
Below, a cluster of corrugated iron roof tops buildings. These included a upmarket accommodation and the humble DOC Routeburn Falls Huts. A helicopter landing pad is clearly marked. Drenched and cold, I was relieved to arrive. It was around 1230pm. A quick change, organising my bunk bed, I looked forward to a hot meal. Three Kea birds played on a nearby tree. From the balcony of the hut, the lemon green flats and black slopes of the Humboldt Mountain were barely visible. Waterfalls seemed to appear and disappear on the mountain slope with the ebb and flow of the rain. This hut is an enviable location.
A helicopter ferried passengers to the luxury lodge. It caused a flurry of excitement. Time to settle into hut life. We met fellow kiwis Mellisa and Marisa. along with Richard and formed a small dinner table group. All from different walks of life with a common interest in Hiking. Richard offered an emergency rain cover ( a bright yellow plastic bag). Perhaps, with bad weather forecast, I may have use for it.
Day 4 (Nov 9) – Routeburn Falls Hut to Routeburn Shelter (8.8km)
Left at 8am. Severe storm warning arrived at night. Gale force winds packed with rain, thunder and lightning. It was cold but once inside sleeping bag, warm. After 2 days of little or disturbed sleep, managed to get sound sleep. Next morning weather was uncertain. What time shall we depart? Play by ear.
Morning was cold but surprisingly the heavy early morning storm seemed to have passed. However, those heading towards Harris Saddle were warned of later bad weather – continued heavy rain and plunging temperature. Fortunately, we were heading towards Routeburn Shelter. A Kea just perched itself on a wire just above the ranger’s hut. We left at 8am and hoped to pass the imminent storm. Sky was laden with thick dark clouds. The nearby snow covered mountains were visible. Sound of the falls nearby seemed louder than when arrived. The Routeburn River must have been swollen with the big rainfall. The track was well laid with compacted gravel and the terrain level and descending. We entered the mainly Mountain Beech forest. Fiordland is living up yo its reputation – wet and unpredictable. Streams criss-crossed the track. In places, the track became mini-streams. We walked close to the river valley as the track meandered in and out of the beech forest. It began to rain. Out came the (torn) raincoat. The torrent Routeburn River entered a grassy flat valley and meandered calmly surrounded by the Humboldt Mountains. Numerous waterfalls of various magnitude fell over the mountain sides. The typical Fiordland forest emerged – moss covered forest floor, ground ferns, lichen hanging off tree trunks and branches. Birdsong echoed somewhere in the forest.
Later along the track, the river merged and with contribution from the numerous streams, it swelled and cut thunderously through narrow chasms and gorges. Under one bridge, I felt its volatile power as it cascaded over buried rocks. This morning’s heavy downpour certainly aided to the river strength. We forged through some flooded section on the track. Some via suspension bridges and one make-shift tree trunk bridge. We have now entered the mainly Red Beech Forest. On a nature’s walk trail, tree saplings sprouted out from rotting tree trunks. Fungus mycelium quietly eating away decaying leaves and other plant materials and converting them into organic matter and eventually nutrients to the living plants. The light rain continued. The storm held for now. We crossed a swing bridge and was relieved, from the weather, when we arrived at the Routeburn Shelter around 11am.
We were being picked up by pre-arranged transport (Track and Info) back to Queenstown. Some hikers were just beginning their track. Around 12pm, It poured. I am glad we were not out on the track. Overall, the track is not too difficult but the weather and bandaged fractured thumb was challenging. The Routeburn Track is worthy of a hike in this unique UNESCO Heritage Fiordland.
Suggested Food :-
Suggested hiking gear : –
Recently, I had just completed a 60km hike in one of the most beautiful landscapes – The Kepler Trek, Fiordlands, South Island, New Zealand. It has one of the most diverse environment with rain-forest, alpine tussock grasses, high mountain lakes, mossy forest floor, beech forest, limestone bluffs, waterfalls, icy cold winds sometimes combined with snow, cozy huts, wildlife with opportunity see the iconic and endemic Kiwi and Takahe birds, huge fresh water lakes, mountain ranges and much more. All this in a 4- day trek. Beware, the fiordland is unpredictable – all four seasons in one day plus icy cold winds without request.