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One last walk

If you’ve been reading this blog for a few months or more, you’ve probably noticed a trend. We walk. A lot. Yes, it may be free, easy, and often one of the best ways to experience a new place. But by this time you must be wondering — aren’t we sick of hiking?

Well…no, not really. It’s safe to say that New Zealand is home to the most varied landscape on the planet. The topography, climate, and vegetation all change drastically as you travel up, down, or across these small pieces of land. Each trail has proved to be undeniably unique, beautiful, and full of surprises, and the Tongariro Alpine Crossing, which will end up being the last long walk of our trip, was no different. Traversing 20 kilometers of the central North Island’s volcanic highlands, the Crossing navigates volcanic peaks, wide lava plains, and thermal hotspots.

But first, if you are going to have an enjoyable day completing the Alpine Crossing, you should temper your expectations. Piles of travel brochures proclaim it to be the best day hike in New Zealand — or even, ambitiously, the world. A bold statement, and one that lures tens of thousands of people a year to the trailhead. We’ve walked many beautiful trails in New Zealand and I’m sure the rest of the world has a lot to offer. Let’s just call it a nice walk and leave it at that.

So, we were expecting crowds, but were still quite shocked to see several hundred other people joining us at the trailhead on a cold, windy, cloudy morning. Hiking up in a steady stream of tourists with views partially blocked by the back of some stranger’s head, we got the strange feeling we were part of an Old West covered wagon train rather than experiencing a South Pacific wilderness. We neglected to photograph this portion of the trip for obvious reasons.

Grandiose titles and crowds aside, Tongariro National Park holds a captivating landscape. The trail winds through vast empty sweeps of land filled with chunks of black volcanic rock, pressure-warped pieces of brown and red pumice, and hardy gnarled shrubs. It’s beautiful in a stark and dramatic sort of way, and, once again, completely different from anything we’ve seen so far.

As we approached Mount Ngaurahoe—the brooding volcanic peak that served as Mount Doom in the Lord of the Rings movies—the clouds shrouding the summit evaporated. It looked like a long, boring climb, but we had to do it.

Surprise, surprise, it was a long, boring climb. Loose ash and pumice slid down the sides of the steep cone with every step, requiring nearly twice the effort, and a cold wind blasted us, numbing our fingers and noses. The crowds were left behind, though, and views opened up with each step upwards. By the time we reached to top we had forgotten about all the effort to get there.

Thin wisps of volcanic steam rose from the bottom of the ice-crusted caldera, mixing with the passing clouds. Broad sweeps of barren land spread out below us, dotted with emerald lakes and plumes of sulfuric steam from geothermal vents. Lake Taupo glittered in the distance and 130 kilometers to the southwest, the tip of Mount Taranaki poked out from above the clouds. It was utterly freezing at the top, with ice-cold winds threatening to blow us over the edge.

Due to a week of clouds and rain, this is the only view we got of Taranaki, peeking above the clouds.

Alex, Nate, and Steph, on top!

The descent was infinitely more enjoyable, and after running and sliding our way down the pumice slopes, we rejoined the well-worn path for the last half of the crossing. The trail curled along the edge of Red Crater, a massive pit of red and black swirled rock, and passed by the shores of vibrant emerald lakes.

Looking at a mountain is that much more enjoyable once you have climbed it — especially if you are sitting in a plush hotel (of which you are not a paying guest) with a beer in your hand.

Ngaurahoe lit up in the evening light out the window of the Tongariro Chateau and we felt content to give the soles of our shoes a rest for a while. You could spend a lifetime trying to hike all the pathways lacing this country, and we think we didn’t do too bad in our nine short months here. We have walked through sheep paddocks and rainforest, along tropical beaches and cold, stormy coastlines, to the tops of mountains and through deep green valleys. We have walked across miles and miles of this wild, beautiful place and now our trail has come to an end.

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5 responses

  1. Jesse Littlefield

    It’s pretty cool to see all the different landscapes you guys have covered there! This one was not as beautiful but still very impressive! It seems surreal that I’m going to see you in person in six days after all this time! I’ve loved every post on here! It’s been so great traveling with you through your words and pictures!

    April 18, 2012 at 10:29 am

  2. bob

    Thanks again for a early morning travel show on my computor. Spring ,summer and winter have all combined these last few weeks. Sam and I are off to the Wallawas in Oregon for 10 days of ski.
    Bob

    April 18, 2012 at 11:15 am

  3. Callie

    I was amazed by the aqua blue bodies of water, that matched the skies above the big peaks. Its been so awesome seeing all the paths you’ve walked and places you’ve been. There are so many beautiful places in the world and you have certainly seen some of the best!! Looking forward to welcoming you back into VT

    April 18, 2012 at 1:27 pm

  4. It looks like you were walking on the surface of the moon! Great pics!

    April 18, 2012 at 1:35 pm

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