...and my butt is still sore

Our legs hurt but you're never too tired for jumping photos in spandex!

Riding from Wanaka to Makaroa was pretty easy as far as the gradient and wind goes, but about 10 kilometers out of 'town' it started raining hard.  It was mostly down hill and we were just in our spandex and shirts so we were getting pretty chilled.  Makaroa consists of two cafes, a DOC (dept. of conservation) center and a hotel.  We got to the first cafe, stoked to get into a warm shelter and they immediately told us to leave all of our stuff outside, "there are lots of old people here" the lady told us.  Confused and feeling bad things towards this woman we took our things back outside in the rain.  After we bought our coffees and soups and what not we took out some of our food to eat and the same lady, very upset this time, told us we could eat their food inside but our food had to be eaten ouside.  We were literally going through body convulsions trying to warm up our bodies and all I wanted to say was "I hate you and your bland overpriced soup!"

We took the high road and decided to leave with dignity and try and wait out the rain in the next cafe.  Luckily this one was quiet, with good food and drinks and they didn't mind us taking our shoes off and huddling on the couches.  After watching some horrific footage of the christchurch earthquake, we set off for our campsite.  Skyler and I noticed that Lucas' back tire was bending and about 4 km from the campground two spokes busted.

The next morning Lucas hitchhiked back to Wanaka, got his tire fixed, hitched back to our campsite and we set off for Haast at about 1pm.  The ride started with a really tough climb and then a long flattish 60 km.  Shortly after that Skyler got a flat.  We underestimated the 'mostly downhill' part as we were exhausted when we got into Haast later in the evening.  We got some essentials from the store and made our two packets of ramen with some eggs for our dinner.  We met a fellow bike tourist from San Francisco and we noticed that his dinner was three times the size of our dinner and only for one person.  No wonder we were getting so hungry! 

Yesterday our ride was pretty mellow, we set up our camp at Lake Paringa and then rode another 7km up the road to a cafe/salmon fishery.  We struggled to stay awake eating our treats and then headed back to camp.  This morning we woke up to several people putting boats into the water.  The whole campsite perked up when a guy water skiied naked out of the boat launch.  We rode another 80 km into Fox Glacier today, stopping for coffee and fish and chips on the beach (these were literally the only two commercial establishments for the 80 km).  We got and expensive beer and are now headed back to cook up some quinoa, kidney beans and some veggies into what we expect to be a stew... something none of us have attempted so it should be really good!

Long winded post but I'm too tired to edit so there! Tomorrow we are resting and will hopefully meet some friends that are driving from Chirstchurch.

The end.

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Ow, my butt hurts

We are back in Wanaka, but this time we are on bikes!  We rode about 35 miles from Queenstown to Cromwell yesterday.  Riding loaded bikes was a new experience for us all and I think we all nearly took a spill doing routine things.  Skyler almost ate it trying to stand up and pedal, I almost fell trying to maneuver from the sidewalk to the street, and Lucas fell into a parked car.  Overall, it was a good start. 

 Satisfied with my pack job

 Skyler trying to pick up some ladies

"Beat it kid!" Lucas scoweled, as some poor child asked us where we were going.

We heard there was some rain coming in the evening and into the next day but all we got was just a fabulous sunset.  We just stopped at a rest area to camp with what seemed like 20 camper vans (I think you are allowed to camp anywhere there is a public toilet).  As we layed down in our tent to rest our aching legs, our close neighbors decided it was a good idea to blast their German rap music--which coincidentally had the same melody as Jingle Bells.  We tried to make some passive aggressive comments like "Gosh I enjoy camping in silence" and "man I am tired and ready to sleep!" 

Super Size for epic Sunset!


We were initially stoked when the wind picked up and drove everyone inside their cars, but it turned out the wind was louder than their music.  The rest of the night we layed in half sleep, waking up whenever the wind would collapse the right side of the tent on Skyler.  If he didn't push the tent back out into it's normal position the rain fly would make a sound that accurately replicated a WWII warplane starting its engine.

So with sore butts and droopy eyes we started our day towards Wanaka.  The first hour or so we had to battle a mighty head wind.  On this trip I haven't encountered anything as demoralizing as having to struggle to pedal downhill.  I found myself cursing and taunting the wind "Oh is that it?! Well good I needed a work out anyway!"  I looked on with disgust as some slick roadbikers flew by with their carbon fiber bikes and tailwind.  Finally the wind died down and about 10km outside of Wanaka it started to pour.  I welcomed the change surprisingly.  Rather than feeling sorry for myself, I found it motivated me to bike faster so I could stay warm.  Thoroughly exhausted we are all trying to stay awake for dinner. 

We decided to treat ourselves to a hostel for warm showers and to keep everything dry for tonight's rain.  The next several days we will probably be camping.

As promised here is the first of many of spandex photos! Haha

Just a routine water break on the side of the highway

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Sore Feet

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Originally uploaded by bricedahlmeier

After about 14 days of tramping, it seems we are heading into our last leg of our journey... the bike tour. Our feet are tired so now we're going to give our butts a go. We just finished two tramps--the Gillespie Pass and the Cascade Saddle to the Rhees track. Both hikes were incredibly beautiful. Unfortunately my camera battery ran out so I don't have many pictures to share, but thankfully Skyler and Lucas stepped up to the plate and took some great photos. You can check them out here...

Lucas: http://www.flickr.com/photos/57181626@N08/

Skyler: http://theadventuresofskyler.blogspot.com/

Skyler wrote a nice post about our trip and I'm feeling lazy so I recommend reading his blog, but here is a little blurb.

Gillespie pass was a very scenic hike. It is also a very well maintained trail and therefore crowded. The huts (which were basically hostels, with pristine toilets, running water, cooking areas and covered patios) have bunks for twenty people. When we talked with the warden he said that the hut we were headed to had nearly 50 people sleeping there the previous night! Luckily we were sleeping in our tent.

The mountains here are absolutely awe inspiring. It continually amazes me how up close and personal they are. You can be casually walking through a grassy meadow and just a few hundred meters to your left and right are sheer exposed walls of rock. They are so close you can't fit the thing in the frame of your camera. They are incredible.

The cascade saddle was the hardest climb we've done on the trip (I think it was around 1200 meters). The first hour sucked because you can't stop thinking "shit I have to do this for like 4 hours." After that though you start to feel like you're making progress. We found a great camping spot on top of the saddle where we had a frigid waterfall to "shower" in. Luckily the weather was gorgeous so we had some incredible vistas of Mt. Aspiring and a few different glaciers. The next day we got to hike alongside a glacier and stand right at the base of it. I was imagining pristine glacial melt--something you would see on the label of a overpriced water bottle--but it was incredibly muddy, nasty water.

At the end of the hike we got a ride into Glenorchy by a nice oil painter where I finally got to air out my feet. I am hoping that my biking shoes don't keep rubbing on my blisters that have been hanging around for about two weeks now. It seems as soon as they start healing up I open them up by hiking all day with wet feet.

The weather forecast is looking bleak for the next few days, so we will most likely have a rough start to our bike ride. As soon as it is sunny though, be ready for some sweet pictures of bike spandex and beards/chest hair!

Swimming on the Dusky

We got off of the Dusky track about two days ago.  We ended up cutting out a two day section of the hike so that we wouldn't get stuck on the track (and everyone said that this part was the least spectacular of the whole trail anyways). 

The night before we left it rained four inches in Te Anua.  We decided to go because it seemed it was impossible to avoid heavy rain.  As we got to the lake the next day, the wind was whipping at probably around 40 mph or so.  It was frigid and we were getting on this little fishing boat to get to the trailhead.  The skipper told us to hold on as it was going to be rough.  He wasn't kidding.  As we charged through oncoming wind-waves, water would spray well over our heads and then change direction as the wind caught it.  When I wasn't thinking "what am I doing here" there were some incredible vistas of waterfalls and ribbons of rain falling against a dramatic backdrop of mountains.  I would've took pictures but my hands were glued to my seat.

Everyone we talked to about the Dusky told us to prepare for mud so I bought trash bags to fashion some gaters for my trail running shoes.  Within five minutes I realized what a silly idea that was as we were literally hiking up a creek.  Before we got on the trail Skyler and Lucas were bagging on the hut system in New Zealand--all of the major tracks have huts that you stay in, some are mandatory and cost money.  After our first day of hiking it was obvious that the huts were necessary.  Every bit of flat land was covered in water.  It did make the tramp a different experience since we were sharing the huts with the same 3-6 people everynight, but luckily everyone was friendly and in good spirits.

Our second night in I hardly got any sleep because the rain was so incredibly loud on the plexi-glass roofing(or some similar material).  There was lightning and thunder but you could hardly hear it because it was raining so hard.  The next day hike is the one that is in danger of flooding but we thought "hey the fifty year old women are going for it... it can't be that bad."  After a gorgeous day of hiking through lakes and soggy grass we climbed down tree roots for a couple hours.  We could see from above that the Loch Maree was in fact flooded, but we didn't see the older women in the emergency shelter so we figured they got across alright.  We had been told that we might have to wade up to our waist to get to the walkwire bridge to cross the river.  I was in back trying to take pictures when I heard Lucas yell "I'm swimming!"  I didn't really believe him but I figured I should put my camera away anyways.  As I came around the corner I saw Skyler swimming for the walkwire.  As I watched Skyler climb the ladder to the walkwire bridge I noticed a strange log floating against the current towards me.  I then realized it had eyes.  Here was a three foot eel swimming directly towards me.  As I squealed "There's an &*^$!ing eel!" my first thought was, 'I hope this isn't an electric eel' as it rubbed against my leg very near my special parts.  I remembered that there wasn't anything that can kill you in NZ but I wasn't taking any chances as I dove into the water with my fully loaded pack on my back.  It was a slow yet very intense struggle.  The current was pushing me inch by inch away from the ladder as I moved inch by inch with my power doggy paddle.  What relief it was to grasp the ladder with my outstretched arm.  The last thing I wanted was to be that stupid foreigner who tried to swim across Loch Maree and drowned.  I could picture the locals reading the paper "Didn't anyone tell him about the man-eating eels? ... tis a shame, truly... no sense about these foreigners"

We arrived to a nearly full hut as all of the trails out of Loch maree were flooded.  We met a new German friend who had already spent 9 days on the track, and had to swim 7 times to get to Loch maree from the leg that we decided to skip. 

We listened to the weather that night to hear that more heavy rain was coming in two days, so everyone that had swam that day decided to get off the track ASAP.  Sure enough after two more days of mud-walking and climbing tree roots torrential rains pummeled the last hut we stayed in.  The skipper of the boat the next day said it rained "the better part of twelve inches in the last 24 hours."  Good decision us!

So we are back in Queenstown with about 12 days left until we pick up our bikes for our tour up the west coast.  We are going to try to do a couple 3-4 day tramps to kill the time and save some money. 

I didn't upload many pictures this time because it takes foreeever but still some good ones:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/56993065@N03/