The day started with a feed from a stall supporting the Rotoiti School at the powerboat event. Funds raised from this allow the students to ski once a week throughout the season at the Rainbow Skifield. Some boat engines were just warming up as we headed up the road to the grocery store. Stocking up here was expensive! After much contemplating we figured we had enough to last at least 4 days.
We decided we would take the Rainbow Road through to Hanmer Springs. This was a 116k route that ran parallel to the TA trail.
The tarseal eventually gave way to gravel. We admired the distinctive black beech trees. It is now Karl’s favourite forest type. A number of motorcyclists came past. A few 4x4 vehicles bounced along the road also.
We spotted an interesting running animal up ahead. It turned out to be a stoat carrying half a rat. There is an ongoing trapping regime in the area to keep these predators under control.
A military vehicle passed by. Soldiers in khaki uniforms were strolling through the long grass. They carried weapons. A group of 15 others were 100 metres further on. This area is a designated military training zone. We went into our own military march, using our walking sticks as if they were guns. Beyond the soldiers the road twisted and climber gradually. What was that on the road edge in the grass? My eyes spotted a 25 round clip magazine lying on its side. It had 4 shells in it. On closer inspection of these, I identified them as blank rounds. A kilometre later we met up with another group of Territorials having a debrief with their leader. I held up the clip and asked was anyone needing this? One soldier, with smeared camo colours across his face, looked with bulging eyes. He retrieved it quickly from me with a ‘thanks mate!’. It was tossed at the leaders feet. Someone was doing extra press ups!
It was getting on in the day. I figure in dark clothing came over to meet us. Conversation came easily and Neil was a member of the toll gate crew up ahead at the Rainbow Road Homestead. He was aware that Connors Hut ( a couple of km further) was full and that we could stay at the guesthouse. A 36k effort for the day.
We shortly met Mike at the toll gate(the Rainbow Road Head superintendent) and his daughter Helen. Mike was an octogenarian, who had a lovely way with words and wit to match. We were fed bacon and egg pie, juicy tomato with seasoning, and sliced cucumber. Dessert too! Conversation rolled easily into the evening on the sofa near a beautifully large open fire. Watching the flames wrap around the logs and stare at the glowing embers is always special. We felt so blessed to be hosted by these people.
Pity the military can't spell. Bronwyn
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