A Journey to Mt Hooker

Mt Hooker is one of those mystical peaks that occasionally appear under its veil of storm clouds as one drives through the Haast at the Landsborough confluence with the Haast River. It seems to float in the sky, an immense whaleback of ice and rock. It has long been a desirable goal and my plans have been dormant for many years. But recently the opportunity arose to take some friends on a trip up the Clarke River to Marks Flat so a trip was born.

On 18^th February Paula, Matthew and I left Invercargill bound for the Haast. At Lumsden we picked up Boris, a visiting Russian/Israeli climber and continued northwards. At Makarora we stopped for a drink and then over the pass to Pleasant Flat where we took the gravel road on the right just before the bridge. I was not sure just how driveable this was but unfortunately DOC has not maintained it and we had to leave the car after a short distance.

The day was fine and hot as we shouldered our packs for the 2-hour slog to the old homestead. On the horizon floated the massive form of Mt Hooker. We had a breather at the homestead before pushing on to the Landsborough River. With remarkable foresight we carried a packraft with us in case we needed this for the river crossing. Arriving on the bank of the river I noted it was very wide and the water clear enough to see the bottom. We linked up in a line for river crossing and just made it across.  Then it was a short walk to the Cron’s Hut. This was locked but in any case it was too early to stop. We hid the raft in the bush nearby and continued on to Rabbit Flat where we crossed the river and camped at some lone beech trees on the flats.

The evening was lovely and the sandflies not a problem. Once the tents were up we lit a fire on the gravel riverbank and boiled the billy. There is nothing like a hot chocolate at the end of a long day tramping! During this a rather large spider paid us a visit causing some anxious moments! We had an early night and pleasant sleep.

Another fine day greeted us as we broke camp. The flat soon petered out into a rocky beach as we carried on up the true right of the Clarke. Another flat took us to the start of a gorge as we scrambled up large rocks to the start of a bush climb. Here the route goes up a sort of valley over a saddle to Davies Flat but it is not marked and hard to follow. Instead we climbed over a small peak 497 meters and descended on the north side of this to Davies. After crossing this small flat we followed along the river and into the bush for another climb to avoid a second gorge. This time it went more smoothly as the ridge was more defined and we descended easily to the start of Munro Flat. This extensive flat leads up to the junction of the Clarke coming down the Gorge from Marks flat and Saddle Creek coming in from the east.

Right at the junction we camped beside some beech trees in an idyllic spot. I went off for a bathe in the river and then we washed and dried some clothes. Again I lit a fire in the riverbed and boiled the billy. We studied the route description of our two routes, the Gorge route or Saddle Creek route and I decided we would take the Gorge route.

Next morning we crossed Murdock Creek and continued on to the Clarke. Once there we followed up the true left bank gaining height and staying about 60 to 80 meters above the creek. This rose steeply and we seemed to be climbing straight up most of the way. In places deer trails were a great help. Finally we reached the slip mentioned in the guide. This is largely overgrown and the route description in Moirs guidebook was inaccurate. In fact we crossed much higher than the guide suggested. We struck a rocky spur in the centre of the slip and followed this upwards to the top of the slip where we entered taller forest that was easier to traverse. This was at about 900 meters altitude. Ahead we could see the creek levelling out into flat country but several very steep spurs blocked our route. It was easier to go over the top of them and finally drop off the back of the last one down to the open flats.

What a relief! We lay down on the green grass basking in the sun and admiring the huge flats stretching away from us. Then off we set to reach the bivi rock about a kilometre away. We reached a huge overhanging rock, the same one as in the photo in Moirs. How good to stop and have a hot drink and meal. Knowing we had a 1700-meter climb next day to the top of Mt Hooker we elected to take just bivi gear and go part of the way up the route.

After a leisurely rest we set off with light packs up through a rock strewn slope to an old moraine wall and on the far side climbed up a tussock ridge to a rocky flat area at about 1600 meters just below the Hooker Glacier. Here we bivvied in relative comfort. The evening was still and warm. Above us stretches away a huge glacier towards the rocky summits of Mt Hooker. It was here Matthew discovered his crampons missing.

Up early next day we packed up and I gave Matthew my spare bivi gear as he was going to descend back down to Marks Flat rock bivi to await us there. Above us was a rocky gully we climbed to a rock ridge running into the toe of the glacier. Once on this we donned our crampons and soloed up an easy angled glacier to the first snow where we roped up. Then I led up an interminable slope to the left of the rocky summit at 2500 meters. What a view of snowy peaks and the incredible view of Mt Dechen and its ice cap to the north of us.

Then it was a steep climb of an ice slope to the rocks of Hooker, along a rocky ridge to a ledge leading around to the north side. Here there was an ice slope leading away towards the summit further along. It did not look too easy especially with just one ice axe and the summit rocks none too safe either. After some discussion we decided it was neither worth the risk nor extra time trying to reach the summit so we headed down. The descent was uneventful all the way to the bivi rock where Matthew waited us. As it was later afternoon we decided we would have enough time to start for the Solution Range.

So after a brew and bite to eat we packed up and set off to the head of the flats. Nearing the bush there we spied an opening in the bush edge and found a dry creek bed provided an easy ascent route to the bushline. Here though we struck some alpine scrub and had to battle through this to reach the easier tussock above. A bit to the left we found a good place to camp. A wonderful clear sunset boded well for the morrow.

Another lovely day! There was no sign of life in the other tent when I got up so we had a slow start, then off climbing up top the ridge not far away. Here we could look down to the Landsborough and further along an easy tussock ridge stretching into the distance over a series of humps. There was an old deer trail on the ridge crest that made for easy going. In places the slopes were heavily eroded on the Landsborough with steep drop offs. Later we came to a part of the ridge eroded on both sides and very steep. Down below us we could see 3 chamois and their tracks in the scree. They were startled to see us and ran towards us for a better view and then bolted down the slopes once they realised we were humans. At first their tracks were easy to follow but then we arrived at a particularly rotten, dangerously loose part of the ridge. I went ahead and climbed a narrow exposed rock ridge and warned the others not to follow me and to sidle along about 50 metres below me on the Clarke side. Here it was hard friable schist with a covering of rubble and very steep. This went on for quite a distance till we pulled clear of it onto a tussock spur.

After this it was an easy climb along the ridges all the way to the top of Solution peak at 1710 meters. In the far side the ridge broadened out onto easy tussock slopes that continued all the way to the groups of tarns just before the bushline on the ridge. There was one steep descent off peak 1388 metres. Along this section were lots of flowers and great views of snowy peaks all around. The tarns were scattered on a small plateau surrounded by bush and very picturesque. We set up camp near them and went off for a swim in the tepid waters. The rest of the day was spent enjoying the surroundings and resting in this idyllic place.

We started in the dark next morning. Mist was covering the plateau as we tramped off towards the bush. We stopped on a small hill overlooking the plateau and it was like a scene from ‘Lord of the Rings’ with mist drifting over the lakes and an orange sunrise breaking over the ridge. Time to move on and down a steep bush ridge to peak 1042. Here we took a wrong turn in a small flat area and ended up heading back the way we had come till we noticed an unusual tree we had stopped by earlier on. Out with the compass to get a fix on Clarkes Mound and off again through fairly easy country. Further on though the ridge had lots of branches and it became more difficult to follow. We entered a nice open glade just before the climb up Clarkes Mound. This was steep and scrubby and eventually we reached open slabs with good views down to the Clarke River.

The ridge now swung to the SW towards some large rocks poking through the forest canopy. All around were giant boulders we had to scramble around and to the east was a big drop off to a creek running off to the Landsborough. Perseverance won the day as we started loosing height. At one stage we found some old markers on trees right on the ridge maybe put there in the deer cullers days. At about 700-meter altitude we headed off in a SSW direction down easy open forest and eventually reached the valley floor. I was following a deer trail on the descent and twisted my right knee that remained uncomfortable for the rest of the trip. We exited the forest a few kilometres from the Cron’s Hut and made for there. Here we picked up the raft hidden on the way in and Paula made me a hearty sandwich of cheese and Bier sticks, which fortified me for the 3-4 hour  walk out to the car.

Approaching the river we noticed a gravel bar on our side. It was hard to say if the Landsborough was higher but I think so. Linking arms we move cautiously across but at halfway point the river bottom disappeared into glacial blue water and I was scared we’d get swept off our feet so backed off. Looking upstream the bar headed right up to Strutt Bluff so we made our way up there. But the Bluff was unclimbable except for small cliff on the other side of a deep eddy pool at the mouth of the bluff. We blew up the raft and I paddled across with Paula sitting on the bow so she could cautiously step off onto the cliff and climb it to anchor a rope. Once done, I ferried all the others plus the packs over to the rope hanging down the cliff to be belayed up. Lastly I came myself, tied the end of the rope to the raft and climbed up and then dragged the raft after myself.

The rest was just a long plod out the car and a night time drive home arriving in Invercargill at 4.00AM I slept in the lounge for the rest of the night so as not to disturb Belinda. She was impressed next day!

A trip to Marks Flat and Mt Hooker up the Clarke River by Paula Macfarlane, Matthew Humphries, Boris Babaev and Stanley 18-22 February 2013