Wild and Wet Weekends

Well, I've been remiss again and let two weekends pass without writing of my adventures.  However, that means that this entry is going to be twice as exciting (as if you hadn't guessed already from the title) so brace yourselves...!

Every year, on the second Saturday in March, the Wild Foods Festival takes place in Hokitika on the west coast of the South Island.  The festival was first instigated by a local woman whose cellar was overflowing with rose petal wine.  To reduce her stocks and create a general atmosphere of ...merriment... amongst her fellow townspeople she decided to share and soon other locals joined in bringing along an assortment of wild oddities.  Today the original concept has been rather distorted (for the better I'm sure) and it's now the place to go to sample a variety of very very strange 'delicacies.'

Not wanting us miss out on this west coast tradition, Louis and Christine's Kiwi Host, Aleisha, generously offered to drive us to Hokitika to participate in the ...merriment... with the rest of her flat and a group of her friends.  But before we arrived at the festival we had a fantastic drive up the east coast of New Zealand and across the mountains through Arthur's Pass.  Fortunately, because we weren't pressed for time (no one ever is in this country) we got to stop at a number of exciting places along the way.

The first of these stops was at the Moeraki Boulders, just north of Dunedin. The Moeraki Boulders are big grey concretions which have been eroded from cliffs behind them.  Geologists think that they were created when hot, calcite-rich waters permeated the cliffs and cemented the mudstones together.  The Māori believe that the boulders are the remnants of eel baskets and kumara (like a sweet-potato, except from heaven) that washed ashore after the canoe of an atua (ancestor) was wrecked.  This brings up the fact that I've been learning a lot of interesting Māori creation narratives in class which I'll introduce as relevant to my adventures.  Anyways, most tourists, myself included, just think that the boulders make for a pretty good photo op.

After Moeraki, we made a quick stop to see if we could spot any penguins in Omaru.  We only saw these three and they were quite funny looking so we didn't stop for long....

 After waiting for the car carrying Aleisha's friends to catch up with us at her parent's house in Timaru, we started off inland to cross Arthur's Pass.  The greater part of this drive was in the dark but we did get to see it in the daylight on the way back.  The views were pretty great even though it was a little misty and it made me realize how much I was dying to go tramping again!

Eventually (after a stop for the night in Gremouth at another friend's house) we finally arrived at the Wild Foods Festival.  It was pretty crazy, with lots of people dressed up in costumes and in various states of inebriation.  Once we got into the festival we stopped just inside the entrance at the Huhu grub stand because Louis entertainingly/stupidly had promised to eat the first thing he saw.  A Huhu grub is much like those morsels Timon and Pumba ate in the Lion King and apparently tastes just the same...like chicken.

From there we roamed all over the grounds sampling snails (escargot to you!), sandflies in jelly (revenge was sweet), wild green-lip mussels (my favorite), wild pork (oink oink) and the specialty of the Wild Foods Festival: Mountain Oysters aka. Sheep balls.  Greasy but not bad.... We capped the whole day off with a starry night on the beach next to a roaring bonfire.

But wait!  That's only the Wild part of the blog...!

 Last weekend I decided (based on our beautiful trip though Arthur's Pass) that it was time for some more tramping.  Fortunatley, the Otago University Tramping Club (OUTC) does a huge trip (many groups) every year to Fiordland.  So last Friday night I set off for what turned out to be the most stupid and dangerous thing I have ever done in my life.

The plan was to approach the Routeburn Track from the west, take it to it's junction with the Caples Track, follow that to the top of the Alisa Mountains (photo stolen from the internet-we never saw further than 100 m in front of us) and then follow the 1500 m contour of the Alisa Mountains (above treeline and just below snowline) until we found a suitable place to drop down below treeline and camp.  The second day we were to continue along the contour until we found a bit of a break in the brush, scramble down 40 m through dense rainforest and find ourselves  back on the Routeburn Track.  If that made very little sense, I'm not surprised, please check out the blue line on the map.

In reality this is what happened (and here I am momentarily suspending my pledge not to complain): we arrived at the trail head at 11pm Friday night and spent the night in a picnic/bus shelter while it poured.  Saturday we awoke and started off through a light rain.  We knew we were going to get wet but we didn't have a clue just how wet.

By the time we reached the saddle of the Alisa Mountains on the Caples Track at lunchtime it was pouring and the wind was blowing like mad (we found out later it reached gusts of 60 miles/hour.  But because we were still warm and we knew where we were, we started off again, this time following the contour line on our map.
 
The going was pretty rough, the top of the mountain was really a bog and our feet sank into the mud with every step we took.  It wasn't long before our 'waterproof boots' and expensive 'rain jackets' were nothing more than dead weight trapping water to our skin.  As we walked the clouds had descended and pretty soon we realized that we could no longer find our place on the map because we couldn't see from the front of our group (6 people) to the back let alone to the nearest landmark to take a bearing.  In other words we were totally lost, in a rainstorm, with gusts of winds that would knock you over if you didn't keep walking.  We contemplated turning back but didn't think we could reach the valley floor before nightfall.

Eventually it started to get dark and we decided that we needed to drop below treeline to make camp for the night.  I think it was at this point that I realized just how much trouble we were in.  Soaked to the bone we were going to camp under a flimsy tent fly with our sleeping bags on the sodden ground. 

That night we stayed warm by lying tightly packed together.  This wasn't one of those cute cuddling moments, it was a huddle or hypothermia, spoon or suffer the consequences moment. 

All though the night and the next morning the rain continued.  When we got out from underneath the fly I didn't even bother putting on my rain jacket.  After another few hours struggling against the wind and rain we realized that we weren't going to find the easy way down through the trees and just plunged down through them.  When we emerged sodden, scratched, muddy and exhausted at the bottom of the valley and finally found the Routeburn Track we were elated and much high-fiving and consumption of emergency chocolate ensued.

Just in case you think I'm exaggerating as I write this blog (4 days later) little facts like this these keep popping up.

• More than 100 trampers have been evacuated from mountain huts in Fiordland
• The Milford and Routeburn tracks have been closed until the debris-strewn Milford highway is cleared.
• 20 walkers were yesterday flown out from the Howden Hut on the Routeburn Track.
• A tree fell on the rangers' quarters at the Mackenzie Hut on the Routeburn, and a large window was blown out at the Luxmore Hut on the Kepler Track (I stayed there last month).
• "I come from Florida and I've been through hurricanes before, and I can say that some of the winds that came through here were like a category two storm"
• Flooding had "eaten away" the highway in places.

And that, my friends, was the Wet weekend!

More in two weeks after my final Field Studies field trip and Spring Break spent hiking the Wilkins-Young Circut (got to get back on that horse) and touring Fox and Franz Josef glaciers.

Glad to be alive,
Allison

Long Time No Blog

I must apologize, for it has been almost a month since my last post!  I have nothing to say for myself except that I have been busy having fun (which I feel is a valid excuse).

At the close of my last entry I mentioned that I was moving to a new flat.  I am now settled comfortably at 19 Montgomery Ave. in a much larger and brighter room, with a lovely, functional kitchen and airy common room.

My new roommates are named Julia and Katie and are both infinitely better than the girl I was previously stuck with: Ashlyn.  For comic relief here are several interesting points about Ashlyn...

• A cheerleader from Arkansas with the obligatory fake tan and bleached hair
• The proud owner of two books: the bible and a travel guide to New Zealand
• Wore hot pink, rhinestone-studded, velour Juicy Couture track sets

In favorable contrast: Julia is a graduate student from Germany who is studying chemistry and Katie is a fellow liberal-arts undergrad who goes to Bates College in Maine.

A few days after I moved it was time for 'course approval.'  This basically means going around to each of your professors and getting them to sign a piece of paper saying that you can enroll in that 'paper.'

(Picture is looking out of the Geology Department towards the Clocktower) 

This was a boring exercise, but I was fortunate to have good company.  Louis and his flatmate Christine,  joined me and together we navigated through both the rain and the campus, successfully obtaining signatures and eventually ending up with our student ID's.  Christine (picture) is from Pennsylvania but goes to the University of Vermont at Burlington where she majors in environmental science and has a concentration in geology.  As you can probably tell from the second half of that sentence: we get along really well and have been hanging out quite a bit (we also have two classes together).  In fact, this weekend we are headed to the Hokitika Wild Foods Festival (more on that later) and are hopeful that over Fall Break we can go tramping together on the North Island.

The day after course approval, Louis, Christine and I hiked to the top of Mt. Cargill (the second time for me) and the following day we did the Pineapple Track.  Since the Pineapple Track didn't look very far away on the map we decided to walk to the trail head, rather than take the bus.  Unfortunately, our map was not really designed to be used anywhere other than right on campus and the mapmakers seem to have magnified the university at the expense of accurately portraying off-campus distances.  Consequently, what looked like only a few short blocks on the map turned out to be a 5km hike just to get to the trail head (one way).  This would have been fine except for the fact that we got lost on the way and the hike itself was not exactly a flat 5k.  Fortunately, it was worth it: the view from the top gave us an excellent sense of Dunedin's geography.  15k? No worries mate!

However, classes had to start sooner or later (it's already mid semester at Mac!) and for us they began a little earlier than for everyone else.  The week before school officially started (March 1st), Christine, Louis and I took a field trip for our "Field Studies and New Zealand Geology" class.

On Tuesday we set off for Maerewhenua (near Oamaru-since you all know where that is) where we were to spend four days mapping the regional geology.  Each morning we awoke around 7am, made sandwiches for ourselves (peanut butter and jelly for Christine and myself, Marmite and margarine for Louis) and spent until 7pm in the field mapping outcrops and unit contacts.  Every evening we would have dinner (uughhh) and then spend from 8:30 until 11:30 drawing our maps.  

If that sounds like a lot of work, that's because it was!  Unlike geology trips at Macalester which typically involve copious amounts of alcohol and lots of dangerous antics with rock hammers (you didn't read that Mum) this trip was lame!  We may have been divided up into several FIELD PARTIES! but there was no FIELD PARTYING! and certainly no Maerewhenua (haha)!  Not only was the evening entertainment lacking, but because we had trouble finding Christine's bag we ended up sleepng in a Vietnam-era tent (instead of a cabin) which was very cold at night, very hot during the day and made me feel like Allen Alda was about to burst through the flap at any moment.  

The end goal of the project was to write a 3,000 word essay explaining the geology of the area, make a geologic map of the area, draw two cross sections through the region and create two stratigraphic columns showing unit thicknesses and major features.  We have no idea how it's going to be graded but you know: 

Don't even worry about it, it is what it is...

If you are having trouble falling asleep, you may be interested in reading my abstract (at the bottom).  

So classes started in earnest last week and while it's still too early to tell which ones are going to be good I'll give you a quick rundown.

1) Field studies and NZ geology-80 kids-Lacks direction

2) Maori Culture Studies-260 kids-The head lecturer is prone to tipping over mid-sentence, this is very entertaining and I like her a lot

3) Paleoceanography-This is a graduate class which is actually a course and a third (24 points instead of 18) and is comprised of one 'module' entitled Paleoceanography (me and one other kid) and one 'module' entitled Isotope Geochemistry (8 people).

Well, that should catch us up!  This weekend we're off to Hokitika to see the New Zealand Wild Foods Festival.  We're driving past the Moeraki Boulders, through Arthur's Pass, Christine is curious about trying some grubs, Louis has promised to eat sheep balls and I'm turning 21 so you know the pictures are going to be great....

Love,

A