Coming down off Mt. Starveall

Withered Beech Forest

Struggling to grow on these high exposed ridges, the poor beech trees look all stunted and skinny.. Nice respite from the sun in their shade though, and their tiny leaves scattered on the floor make for a nice soft carpet to walk on :)

Follow the Orange Lollypops

This is our first real taste of a ‘poled route’ since we were blown out of the Tararua and never completed the Southern Crossing.. Basically a poled route hasn’t got any worn-in tread to follow, just and line of sticks indicating the general direction. Some of the ‘discs’ (which I think is their name?) seem to be handy targets for hunters who can’t find any stags to shoot at up here!

Slaty Peak at Sunset

High up at 1500 meters and with interesting clouds forming, I decided it was probably going to be worth the effort to scramble up to the summit of nearby Slaty Peak to take some pictures of the sunset. It definitely was.

Sunset over Mount Rintoul

Amazing sunset tonight, too many pictures to choose from as the sky was set of fire by the waning sun. Love this Mt. Doom-esque shot of Mt. Rintoul which makes tomorrows climb up it feel like a Lord of the Rings type endeavor..

Early morning start for ‘The Big One’

Mt. Rintoul in the Background

Behind me is where we’re going today, our route isn’t the most direct though, the ridge we’re following curves around in a horseshoe shape, it’s virtually all above the bush line.

View north toward Mount Richmond

Mount Richmond, which this park is named after is the highest peak in the area, 1700 and something or other meters. I think this is the view back to it, although my strip maps aren’t big enough to actually show where it is. This looks a pretty big hill, higher than us anyhow! There was actually a route up it from Middy Hut if you fancy doing some peak bagging, but we didn’t fancy making this long section any longer.

Over the top of Old Man

We’ve turned the corner of the horseshoe now and are now lined up straight with Rintoul dead ahead. We were making great progress on the big rounded ridge tops in the morning, felt good to be stretching our legs after slow progress along the river. Although the section of ridge between Old Man Peak and Old Man Hut was is a bit slower progress.

Boulder Field climb up Little Rintoul

Mt Rintoul ( and Little Rintoul on the approach ) is a mass of loose rock, sharp scree, very very steep exposed slopes, and boulder fields. When you climbed the boulders, they wobbled. Their rough volcanic surfaces grating your legs as you tumbled around them, sticks clattering. When you climbed the ridges, there were steep steep drop-offs for hundreds of meters, and brittle ledges of slate you hoped would take your weight as you shimmied round clinging on, butt swaying in the wind, fingernails clamped in and curling under your grip. When you sidled the slopes of loose scree the depth was thin, not enough to kick a step, or wedge a boot, just to press your foot flat and pray the marble-like balls of rock wouldn’t slide out from under you before you had the chance to place the next step. The perspiration was of a different sort today - pure fear! My heart beats faster even writing this… :)