It was only a few days ago we sat in the 81 degree sunshine in the town of Napier, New Zealand. The forecast warned of impending rain but it was hard to imagine on that day. But kudos to the weather forecasters in New Zealand. They nailed it.
Not only did it rain – it poured. For more than 48 hours straight. We were in Rotorua, where we managed a nice afternoon walk on arrival but then nothing beyond that. Once it started it was a deluge. So, we hunkered down for two days.
We then headed West from Rotorua to visit the famous Glowworm Caves in Waitomo, only to discover on arrival they were closed due to flooding. We realized the storm had been bad, but hadn’t realized how bad until we began to drive. Roads flooded and mudslides and trees down all over. Poor livestock in flooded fields and swollen rivers. Work crews around every corner trying to
Since we couldn’t do the Glowworm Caves, we had to be spontaneous. We drove south to the town of New Plymouth, which was not originally on our radar. I’m glad we did. It is a beautiful little beach town and we enjoyed a portion of their 25km coastal walk. It was a heavy wind that day and the windsurfers were really taking advantage.
The weather improved markedly overnight and we awoke to sunny skies and calm seas. We headed North and east again with a stellar forecast making us hopeful to hike the Tongariro Crossing on Saturday. We now do not take the forecasting lightly, they seem to nail it everyday.
Overnight Friday night we stayed in a beautiful lakefront free campground on Lake Taupo. It was a frigid night with crystal clear skies. Our alarm clocks (which don’t get much use anymore) were set for 5am
and we planned to hike the Tongariro Crossing.
Five am came early; after a very chilly night we awoke to Venus low in the sky as the sun was just starting to show pink on the horizon. A good omen for a good day. We had booked a bus to take us from a parking area to the trail head, and then pick us up again at the end of the 20km hike. We caught the bus and headed to the start of the hike.
Due to the weather having been so bad for the past three days, we weren’t the only ones who had been waiting to do this hike – literally 1000 people joined us on the trail. But honestly it wasn’t a problem. It was pretty crowded at the start – but eventually people spread out and it wasn’t so bad. And we had an amazing time.
The 20km Tongariro Crossing is one of the most scenic yet stark and stunning things I have ever done. The crossing goes through craters, past active volcanoes, and over a pass. It peaks at 6000 foot level and skirts gorgeous sacred emerald-green thermal pools. It was hard. It was exhausting. It was amazing.
What a workout. And an accomplishment. Every time we tackle and succeed in one of these amazing treks I wonder out loud “why don’t I weigh 100 lbs?” Sheesh.
But that said, I feel strong and fit and fabulous. My Fab Fifties Life in New Zealand has been good to the old body.
We still have another two weeks, a little more than one week still in the Kiwi Karavan. So, now that we have completed our goals of hiking the Tongariro Crossing, we head to the farthest north reaching finger of the north island to see what we can see.
The Tiki Tour continues – and it is fabulous.