Sunday, February 4, 2018

The Wilkin – Waiatoto tramping and packrafting expedition




This trip has been on my radar for some time and I was fortunate to have Gavin Sinclair join me for this mission. Gavin is a resourceful, indefatigable backcountry tramper and packrafter, an ideal companion in the inimical environment of the Waiatoto.
The Waiatoto is an enormous river arising in the Southern Divide, draining the Volta Glacier and Mt Aspiring and flowing through some of the most spectacular mountains in Southern NZ, to debauch into the Tasman Sea. The route I planned was to ascend the Wilkin River from Makarora to Pearson Saddle and descent to Bonar Flats and on out to Waiatoto Bridge. Gavin was keen on the plan.
With an excellent forecast, I left early on Thursday morning 25th January 2018 for the drive from Invercargill to Arrowtown. The roads were quiet as I sped north and by 8.30 am, I was at Gavin’s place. Then, we drove in convoy to Pipsin Creek at Makarora, where we dropped by to say hello to Christine and Grant, who are building a house there. After a short pause, we continued on to the Waiatoto Bridge where we left Gavin’s van and drove back to Pipsin Creek to park my car there before walking down to the Makarora River. From here, we packrafted down the gentle river to the junction of the Wilkin River and walked up the true right bank, in the evening sun, to camp an hour in on a pleasant greensward, beside some willow trees. 


 
It was a hot quiet night and we awoke to an umbrageous dawn under heavy clouds hanging on the surrounding peaks. It was warm and humid as we lumbered up the flats under our massive packs. Too soon the clouds dissipated to a roasting hot day. We stopped several times to wet our shirts and hats in an attempt to cool ourselves. Gavin complained of a sore little toe and when we inspected it, at one creek stop, we found it infected and exuding pus from a white hole. Once we had aspirated the gunk, he felt much better. Then I put on some leucoplast and started him on a course of Roxithromycin.
At Kerin Forks we met 2 DOC workers doing hut maintenance and had a chat and lunch there. On we went to Top Forks Hut another 7.5 hours away. We were both ready to stop there. As it appeared that 3 people were staying at the main hut, we made ourselves comfortable in the old warden’s hut behind it. Even though it was after 7.00 pm it was stifling hot. Later the others returned from lake Diana, Lucidus and Castalia. One of them was Lois Martin, an ex-Invercargill lady who had tramped locally with Tussock, Ron McCurdy and others in the Southland Tramping Club. She told us of two friends who planned to cross Pearson saddle shortly and asked us for up-to-date information on the crossing.




 
By now our internal alarm clocks were set to wake us up at 5.00 am. By 6.00 am next day, we were away climbing up through bush to the bush line. This was an ineluctable, wearying climb. We ascended up to the bush line and then up through subalpine scrub. The valley fell away to our right and ahead we could see a hanging valley that we slowly gained. Then, we were cresting a spur and looking into a hidden valley, gilded with golden tussock curving around to the right. A little later the famous Waterfall Face hove into view. I stopped and studied it – it looked exceedingly steep and the only possible route appeared to be on the true left. However, I had a perspicacious view that it would be fairly straightforward, which it was. The route was about 200m high and went up the true left of the waterfall to a spur. Then it was a gentle descent over a rocky slope into the hanging valley under Pearson Saddle and Rabbit Pass. We stopped for lunch on a flat and stretched out enjoying the levitation after heaving our heavy packs onto the tussock. A salubrious fugue suffused my being as I watched the cumulous clouds drift over the Divide. I had some lunch. I felt better and ready to climb the last bit to Pearson Saddle and peer into the fastnesses of Southwestland.










The saddle was wide and tussock-covered and flanked on either side by the stark rocky peaks of Mt Taurus and Pickelhaube. I had been hoping beyond hope for a warm tarn on the saddle, an epicurean delight in the stifling heat and to my amazement there it was. Nearby was the perfect campsite and once we had the tent up I strolled back to my warm pool. Gavin’s toe was sore again and needed some attention.
The route to the Waiatoto lay to the Southwest below the Beauty Ridge. Moir’s Guide suggested climbing to 1500m to the south of the saddle and sidling above 1400m under the cliff line aiming for a corner on the west. We had a lovely warm night in our tent and we left early next day. It was a 100-150m climb at first up a tussock hill and then a descent to a waterfall where we struck up left again to a large terrace under a major cliff line. We worked our way across this to a corner where there was a rocky buttress and climbed up to the left of this to a spur with a huge drop off to the right. It was a 100m ascent to a tussock terrace that ran westwards for about a kilometre. Here there was another spur and once crossed we could see the head of the Waiatoto, Lake Bonner and Mt Aspiring.  Below us we could discern a tussock shelf that appeared to run towards the bush spur to point 704m. A chamois bounded down the slopes below us.






The descent of this though steep was straightforward. The bench sloped off to the left and took us down through steep subalpine scrub to the bush line. It was stiflingly hot and muggy and I felt weak and drained at times. In the bush at first it was easy enough on deer trails but beyond point 704 these eventually disappeared and we had a strenuous bush bash down the lower few hundred metres to the river. More than once I muttered, more to myself than Gavin, “dear God will this ever end?” A flash of wings and a bush robin on matchstick legs grasping a nearby branch regarded us with curiosity, the sunlight reflected in its black eyes. I felt better! On we stumbled and crawled our way down through tangled bush and lawyer vine to the river flats where we stopped on a flat sandy beach shaded by some trees for a breather.
It was another few kilometres down to Bonner Flats so we shouldered our packs once more and pushed on. However, the river ran in tight against the true right bank and we were reduced to scrambling-crawling up and down steep densely choked bush-covered cliffs – an exhausting, acerbic trial late in the day. After this lugubrious effort, we reached the promised land of the Bonner Flats and a lovely moss-covered area where we pitched camp. We’d been 12 hours on the go. I was drained!





It’s amazing what some food and a good nights sleep can do for your weary body. So with some alacrity, I jumped up early next morning before the sun reached us. We quickly got breakfast, dismantled camp and off. Not long afterwards, we could see the river now flattened out, flowing through the extensive Bonar Flats. Here we launched our packrafts and paddled down for several kilometres till the bush closed in again. Then we tramped down the TL towards Drake Flats until we came to another section of river where we again took to our boats and continued on to the flats. A strong wind blew against us so we had to paddle hard to make any progress. At the bottom of the flats, we pulled in to the left bank and packed up our boats. We were shocked at the sea of Ragworth and Scotch Thistles densely packed on these huge flats - a hundred years of improvidence and neglect of our remote lands. Casting around it took us a while to locate the cattle track that runs down the TL to Axius Flat. Once on it, we made good progress but it was hard work in the heat and muggy conditions. I was talking to Gavin about not seeing any deer despite lots of tracks when turning a bend we saw a hind close by. She studied us for a while, and then trotted into the bush. Somewhere near Ferny Flat we came across the frame of a camp, a rough table and a few sheets of iron and set up camp. It was a damp place and for the first time on this trip, the sandflies were a bit annoying.








 
At 6.00 am next morning, a low flying helicopter coming over our camp and heading down the valley wakes us up. “Might as well get up” I exclaimed after it passed. A while later while tramping out in the open, it returns carrying a few deer on a strop underneath and heading down valley again. We sort of loose the track on an open creek bed but shortly afterwards, we see that the river is now broad and flat so we inflate the boats and set off. It’s so nice to paddle – no pain and good gain with minimal effort. Axius flat is easy till we near the end where there is a rock garden. We land on the TR and pick up the track there. However a bit further on we pass the rock garden and it again looks easy so we’re back on the river for awhile until we hit another rock garden and make a quick ferry glide to the right bank to avert disaster. From here we tramp on to Casey’s Flat and stop for a spell at the hut there. 2 brown horses eye us cautiously as we pass. 












We get Carol’s weather forecast on Gavin’s InReach and she warns us to get out soon as a storm is on the way. It’s 2.5 hours to the bend and another hour to Long Beach. However, just as we’re cruising along the track not far from the end, we bump into Wayne Allanton and Caleb who are out track cutting and who have come up in their jet boat. “Where have you guys come from” Wayne exclaims. “From the Wilkin and Pearson Saddle” I reply. Wayne is clearly impressed. “How did you cross the river?” “I’ve got a packraft” indicating my pack, I reply. “You must be very fit. Would you like a lift across the river?” “Yeah, that would be great”.





So Gavin and I tramp on down to Long Beach and we’ve only just arrived when we see Wayne backing his jet boat out of a beach further upstream and comes down for us.  We’ve already decided that we’ll take a lift to the Waiatoto Bridge if he offers a ride out. He does. It’s just another 3 hours of either foot slog or a paddle around lots of “tree strainers” and “deadheads” in the last bit of river so we’re more than pleased to get the lift.




Then, it’s a drive back to Pipsin to pick up my car and have a yarn and drink with Grant before we continue on to Arrowtown.
Acknowledgments: My thanks to Gavin for companionship and his expert navigation. I could not have done it alone! Thanks to Grant and Christine at Pipsin Creek for your hospitality and help and lastly to Wayne and Caleb of the Waiatoto River Safari for your generous lift out.











4 comments:

Alastair Macdonald said...

Very good Stan, Pushed yourself to the limit again I see. Great trip report.

Knitschi said...

Hello Stanley,

your report here inspired me to do the same tour over Pearson Saddle and down the Waitoto River valley this year (February 2023). I am currently working on a little video of that hike that I want to publish on You Tube around cristmas this year (2023). I wanted to ask if it is ok if I use one of the photos that you published here in my video?

Happy hiking
Knitschi

Knitschi said...

I made a video covering the first part of my hike. It can be watched on YouTube here:

https://youtu.be/uXOnfvauoUE

The second part in which I want to use your pictures will be made in a similar fashin.

Cheers

Knitschi

Knitschi said...

I finished editing the video of my trip over Pearson Saddle and down the Waitoto River. Here is a link if you are interested:

https://youtu.be/S7DfBEeCS7U