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Wednesday, January 15, 2020

The Central Otago Rail Trail

Tangaroa parked at Lake Dunstan


Central Otago is an area that both Malcolm and I love and keep returning to—from one direction or another.  There is a clarity in the air in 'Central': the mountains stand out sharp and clear against the blue skies.  The hills and valleys may look a dusty brown but there are vineyards on the hillsides and pockets of fruit growing areas where everything is lush and green.  The fruit stalls along the country roads are always enticing and Central Otago cherries are to die for.
            One of the highlights of our South Island explorations was riding the Central Otago Rail Trail.  This is New Zealand's original Great Ride and first Rail Trail.  Providing 152 kilometres of off-road riding, the trail follows the former route of the railway.  Like most things in the South Island it all started with gold.  Otago was one of the main areas to experience gold rushes in the 1860s.  After this came the orchardists and farmers.  The roads were rough and, wanting to help the farmers get their wares to markets in Dunedin, the Provincial Council began planning a railway.  Begun in 1879, it took 42 years of work with pick and shovel before the line was completed.
            Sixty years later road transport was much more viable and the railway became uneconomic.  When the Clyde Dam was built the railway lines between Clyde and Cromwell were dug up.  A decade later, in 1991, the track was taken out all the way to Middlemarch.  Three years later the Otago Central Rail Trust was established, with the idea of turning the disused rail corridor into a cycle trail.  By the time the trail opened in 2000 the trust, together with DOC, had provided a track with a good surface, safe tunnels and decked bridges.  Along the trail they provided information boards and shelters, making the ride not just one through the countryside but through history.
Clyde

On the cycle trail between Clyde and Alexandra

            We began the Rail Trail in Clyde, parking Tangaroa near the dam on Lake Dunstan.  Clyde began life as a gold mining town called Upper Dunstan (with Alexandra being Lower Dunstan).  After its initial boom time, followed by a period of dredging in the 1890s, Clyde became a backwater—which helped preserve its lovely old buildings.  One of the first things we did was to pick up a brochure describing all Clyde's heritage buildings and wander around the old part of the township.  We looked at historic cottages with pretty old-fashioned gardens, churches, banks, the Court House, the Post Office, hotels, stores and much more—all built from the attractive local stone.
            We have cycled from Clyde to Alexandra on both sides of the Clutha River and prefer the Alexandra to Clyde 150th Anniversary Walkway on the southern bank, although this is not the official Rail Trail route.  This track passes along willow-lined stretches of the river with evidence of gold-mining days to be seen, especially in the area of the old Earnscleugh Tailings.
            Like Clyde, Alexandra sprang up after gold was discovered.  Alexandra still has many old buildings and sites connected with those days but, unlike Clyde, it has grown into a thriving town.  We always love having a coffee at the old courthouse, now a cafe with seating in its pretty garden.  The courthouse was built in 1879 and was used for almost a century; it has been restored so that its original appearance can be appreciated.  Nearby, beside the 'new' bridge over the Clutha River, (constructed in 1958) the towers of the old bridge stand like aquatic sculpture, their arched 'windows' providing snatches of view: water, landscape, sky.
            We were soon immersed in the landscape ourselves as we cycled, over a period of days, from Alexandra to Middlemarch.  We moved Tangaroa several times to freedom camping spots along the trail and used the car to take us to the start of each days ride.  After getting back to the bus we would shower, have something to eat and drink, then load the bikes onto the bus and drive to where we had left the car.  Then we could put the bikes on the car's rack, hook it up behind the bus and drive away to our next destination.  It may sound complicated but the system worked well.
Alexandra

            From Alexandra we cycled to Omakau.  The distant hills were brown but the landscape was quite green in places with merino sheep grazing beside ponds.  The ganger's sheds had information panels regarding the flora and fauna, history and geology of the landscape we were cycling through.  At Chatto Creek we came across the remains of an old gold dredge that worked the Manuherikia River for about ten years from 1898.  The population of Chatto Creek stands at eleven now but was once booming—not with gold miners for once—but with rabbiters.  These men worked on the early sheep stations, trying to eradicate the rabbits that were becoming pests throughout the area.  The historic Chatto Creek Tavern is right beside the trail as is the tiny Post Office that has been restored—you can post a letter bearing the Chatto Creek postmark.
Chatto Creek

            The settlement of Omakau is not particularly picturesque but six kilometres away, just off the trail, is Ophir—which is a very attractive place.  Ophir is a town founded in gold-mining days.  Originally known as Blacks Diggings,  it got shortened to Blacks, a name that lingered even after the town was re-named Ophir in 1875.  Thousands of miners lived in the area in the 1860s and it became a commercial centre with churches, courthouse, school, stores and all the other buildings associated with a thriving town.  The population dropped as the miners left and the final blow came when the railway by-passed Ophir.  Like Clyde, Ophir became a sleepy backwater until, ironically, the coming of the cycle trail.  Although it is not actually on the route, cyclists love to divert to Ophir for photo opportunities.  We watched a group of cyclists pose in front of the historic Post Office as we strolled around admiring the old buildings.
At Ophir

            Like Clyde, (and St Bathans which we visited later) the village was packed with lovely old buildings.  Rambling roses bloomed in profusion, tumbling over fences and trellises in the gardens of old stone cottages.  With their corrugated iron roofs, whitewashed stone walls and with lace curtains in their sash windows, it seemed as though we were walking around a village unchanged for a hundred years.  The Post Office was built in 1886 and taken over by Heritage New Zealand in 1976.  It is open from 9.00 am until 12.00 pm daily, and is another place where visitors can get a unique postmark on their letter or postcard.  .
            The next stage of the Rail Trail was probably the most scenic.  Between Omakau and Oturehua we rode along sections of trail that passed over viaducts and bridges—including the picturesque and widely photographed Manuherikia Bridge, the longest on the trail—and through tunnels.  As the trail wound between these feats of engineering, we cycled beside weathered schist rock formations, and looked across striking scenery to the distant mountains that framed the views.
            We stayed overnight in the grassy paddock at Hayes Engineering Works at Oturehua, a POP.  This is an historic homestead with a cluster of engineering workshops, once the farm and home of Ernest and Hannah Hayes.  The English-born settler was the sort of bloke who liked tinkering around in sheds, and he was soon inventing contrivances to help with work at Windmill Works, the Oturehua farm he established in 1895.  Ernest Hayes's most well-known invention was a refinement of a fencing wire strainer, still used world-wide today.
Hayes Engineering

Gilchrist's Store

            Malcolm was fascinated by all the agricultural and engineering tools and paraphernalia in the sheds and outbuildings.  I was captivated by the mud-brick homestead.  Built in the 1920s the home was well ahead of its time.  It had electricity, (generated by a wind turbine) music piped to all rooms, bookcases suspended from the ceilings and, in the bathroom, a flush toilet and overhead shower.  All the rooms were furnished in the Victorian and Edwardian style.  The parlour was crowded with side tables and pianos, the dining table was laid with the best crockery and silverware, the dresser groaning under a weight of plates, cups and saucers.  Each of the bedrooms looked as though the occupant has just popped out.  Ernest and Hannah had nine children, all of whom were brought up in the homestead.  Information about them all was displayed in their rooms.
            While Ernest was the engineer, wife Hannah was the saleswoman.  Despite the restrictive dress of the era, Hannah cycled around the farms of Otago selling the tools and inventions her husband had produced.  An interesting connection, as many of those cycling along the Rail Trail visit Hayes Engineering en route.  It is open from September to May and has a cafe.
            In Oturehua itself there was another reminder of bygone days, Gilchrist and Sons store, established in 1902.  Inside, the shop looked more like a museum—with ancient embossed metal tills and old adding machines on the counter, and nostalgic advertising posters and old biscuit tins displayed beside every-day goods for sale on the shelves.
            While we were parked at Oturehua we took the car to St Bathans, a 20-minute drive to the north.  Like Ophir, St Bathans is a former gold mining settlement now almost a ghost town, with a tiny permanent population and some amazing old buildings.  The Vulcan Hotel was built in 1882 and still displays an iconic, historical facade.  We wandered in for a cold drink and were the only customers.  The shamrock, displayed proudly on the signboard goes back to the days when there was rivalry between the many Irish miners in St Bathans and the Welsh settlers in nearby Cambrians, known locally as the 'wars of the roses'.  We were also told that the hotel is haunted by the ghost of a barmaid called Rose, who was murdered there in the 1880s.
The Blue Lake at St Bathans

St Bathans

            After walking up and down the main street admiring the other buildings, particularly the imposing wooden two-storey Post Office building, we took a look at another of St Bathan's famous landmarks, the Blue Lake.  The lake was formed by sluicing which reduced a former hill to a deep hole close beside the town.  The waters that now fill the Blue Lake are full of minerals and this gives the lake its distinctive turquoise colour.  The Blue Lake is surrounded by striking white clay cliffs, giving the area a surreal look.

            Back on the Rail Trail we cycled past the railway goods shed that famously features in artist Grahame Sydney's painting July in Maniototo.  It was early morning and the air was crisp and cold.  Stopping at the next ganger's shed to read the information panels, we were startled to see a young man struggling out of his sleeping bag.  Obviously it had looked like a good place to stop for the night!  We cycled on to Ranfurly where the NZMCA has a park near the Centennial Milkbar, one of the town's art deco buildings, now a gallery celebrating the style.
Art Deco architecture in Ranfurly

            From Ranfurly we drove to look at Naseby, yet another town with a rich gold-mining legacy.  Naseby was once the main business town in the Maniototo but missed out to Ranfurly when the railway came through and has declined in importance since.  It is now chiefly known as a curling centre (it has indoor and outdoor rinks) and for its historic streetscape.  Scots settlers introduced the sport of curling to Naseby in 1878 and it has been popular ever since. 
Naseby

            The Victorian buildings in Naseby were so old-fashioned that they looked like one of those tourist attractions made up from old buildings transported from other places.  This was not an outdoor museum though, just a pristine selection of architecture that included buildings of red brick, kauri and adobe.  There was a watchmaker's shop, surmounted by a clock, run by a Robert Strong from 1868 until 1959.  Next door, the shop sign still says 'boot manufacturer' but is operated as a museum.  The striking, two-storey, brick Post Office contrasted with the adjacent Union Church, built of corrugated iron in 1865.  Central Otago is unique in New Zealand in having these historic old towns, unspoiled by modern developments.

            We now had to cycle the final part of the Rail Trail.  We parked Tangaroa beside the trail at the tiny settlement of Tiroiti for a couple of days.  Arriving back to the bus one day we found ourselves surrounded by a herd of sheep that a farmer was mustering.  The cycle trail then took us through Hyde, another quiet ex-mining settlement, once called Eight Mile because that was the distance from Hamilton's gold mine.  We stopped for a picnic lunch at the old railway station two kilometres past the town, where there were still some original stock wagons rusting and rotting away on tracks.  The railway station is privately owned and was for sale.  A little further along the trail we came to a triangular cairn commemorating the Hyde railway disaster, which occurred in 1943.  Twenty-one passengers were killed and 47 injured.  Until the Tangiwai Disaster a decade later, it was New Zealand's worst railway accident.
Scenery along the Rail Trail





            It was a long straight slog across the Maniototo Plains next, with the mountains of the Rock and Pillar Range on our right.  I was relieved to reach Middlemarch.  We had moved Tangaroa there in preparation for riding this stretch, and Malcolm had cycled ahead to put on the hot water for showers. 
            I was very happy to have completed the 152-kilometre-long trail.  It had been an amazing ride through Central Otago's wonderful scenery.
Information about places mentioned in this post - correct at the time of writing

  • ·         The Otago Rail Trail

www.otagorailtrail.co.nz
This 150 km trail can be cycled in either direction, over a period of days.  We broke the ride into five sections:
Clyde to Omakau, 37 km, grade 1: easiest
Omakau to Oturehua, 30 km, grade 1: easiest
Oturehua to Ranfurly, 25 km, grade 1: easiest
Ranfurly to Hyde, 33 km, grade 1: easiest
Hyde to Middlemarch, 27 km, grade 1: easiest

Places to visit
  • ·         Hayes Engineering Works

39, Hayes Rd, Oturehua
www.heritage.org.nz/places/places-to-visit/otago-region/hayes-engineering
Hours: November-April 10.00 am-5.00 pm, September, October and May Wednesday-Sunday 10.00 am-5.00 pm, closed June-August
Entry price: adult $12

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Further off the Beaten Track

The Turnbull Thomson statue in Ranfurly


We have spent a lot of time in Central Otago and have explored many of the area's gravel roads and four wheel drive tracks.  Much of these roads were developed by gold miners in the 1800s and have since fallen into disuse.  In Ranfurly there is a statue of John Turnbull Thomson, who was the chief surveyor of what was then the newly discovered province of Otago; he later became the first Surveyor General of New Zealand.  It was Thomson who surveyed the land, named the features—all the animal names, such as the Pig Route Track, the Horse Range, Wedderburn, Sowburn, Eweburn and so on, are down to him—and went on to build bridges and roads.
            Naturally I thought the Thomson Gorge Road was one of his, but found out that this 30-kilometre-long 4WD track was named by George Thomson, a run-holder at the Matakanui Station.  The road goes from Crippletown, beside Lake Dunstan, to Matakanui—once known as Tinkers.  A road was long promised along this route but this was not started until 1975!  Travellers and shepherds wore a dusty track in the earth which, though it is now gravelled, is not always in good repair and is used only by intrepid 4WD drivers and cyclists.
            Crippletown, Logantown and Bendigo are ghost towns, and we spent several hours exploring the ruins of cob buildings on another occasion.  Interestingly the name Bendigo comes from the name of a Methodist parson from Nottingham, England, my home town.  Earlier in his life Abednigo Thomson had been a boxer who earned the nickname Bendigo due to his habit of ducking blows.  A friend of Bendigo's emigrated to Australia where he named a creek after the ex-boxer.  Gold was found in the area and the diggings was called Bendigo.  When miners flocked to the Otago goldfields they brought the name with them.  Bendigo thrived for three years from 1869 when the miners moved to Logantown, further up the slopes.  This settlement was equally short-lived.
Old gold mining settlement

            Past the Bendigo Loop Road we came to the junction with the Thomson Gorge Road, which started a few kilometres back at Lindis Crossing.  All along the road we saw evidence of old gold workings.  We passed the remains of the Alta Reef, then stopped at the Come-In-Time Reef, where there is a short walk past an old mine entrance to a restored stamper battery.  We passed more old workings, the Rise and Shine and the North End, before we arrived at the saddle crossing, 900 metres above sea level.  By now I was starting to get fed up with getting out of the car to open and close gates—there were 23 in all—but we were enjoying the views of tussocky hills and distant valleys.  Looking to the west we could see the Upper Clutha Basin, the Hawea Flats and Mount Aspiring National Park in the far distance.
Historic machinery at the Come-In-Time battery...

...and great views along the road

            At Thomsons Creek there was still an old stone hut, built in 1908 to provide shelter for drovers and other travellers, which we investigated before driving through the gorge.  This section of the road had very steep drops down to the Thomson Stream and I couldn't help but lean away from that side of the car.

            Eventually we came out of the gorge at Matakanui, tucked in under the Dunstan Mountains at the end of the road to nowhere!  This was almost another ghost town—Matakanui still had a few old buildings in use though.  There was a white-washed mud-brick building with 'Newton Tavern' painted in red on its side and another cob construction with a retro-style sign advertising Matakanui General Store.  Both these buildings looked like they were inhabited, though there was no-one about.  We wandered around looking at the buildings and relics of bygone days, such as water cannons that had once been used for sluicing, and ancient farm machinery.  It was a picturesque place and gave us more insights into the old gold mining days.

            Another gold-mining ghost-town foray took us into the mountains above Bannockburn.  We found some wooden signs by a gate off Schoolhouse Road.   One announced that we were in Quartzville, while a dilapidated and leaning one said, 'Track to Carricktown'.  We were hoping that this was the Nevis Road that would take us to the Young Australia waterwheel, high up on the Carrick Range.  When we mentioned to friends that we had attempted to drive up this so-called 4WD track they told us they thought it was a walking track.  Certainly the 'road' was extremely steep and very rocky—the car lurched from one lump of slippery rock to the next.  Eventually we came to the ruined, roofless buildings that were all that was left of Carricktown.  There were great views from here, down to Lake Dunstan and Cromwell.  We decided against continuing, fearing we might damage the car, so returned to Bannockburn.


Heading back from Carricktown

            On another day we decided to drive what is described as a 'good weather road'—partly muddy 4WD track and partly gravelled—which went from Clyde to Bannockburn.  We hoped for more success on this trip, and cautiously set off on the Hawksburn Road near the Clyde bridge.   The first part of the road, which went to a look-out, was windy but metalled.  After stopping to look down onto Clyde and towards Alexandra, we continued.  The next section of the road was just a wide series of deep wheel ruts, which we had to negotiate carefully.  Then the road became gravel again and wiggled its way along ridges and around gullies with very steep sides. 
            We were navigating with our road atlas, so were perplexed when we came to a junction that was not marked on the map.  We hadn't seen anyone else since we left the viewpoint around an hour previously and the area was pretty isolated.  We decided to turn to the right but after a short while we suspected we had taken the wrong direction.  We managed to turn the car around and made our way back to the crossroads.  Here we came upon a cyclist and three young men on trail bikes—all looking as confused as us.  I asked the cyclist where he had come from and so ascertained the correct way to Bannockburn.  We pointed out the road to Clyde.  Then the motorcyclists took off ahead of us and the cyclist rode away in the opposite direction.  Moments later we were alone again and it was almost as if we had imagined the meeting. 
Not suitable for cars!

            From here the road dropped down from the hills to a gate.  Beside it there was a shot-up sign indicating that the road we had just driven along was 'not suitable for cars'.  Oh well.  From here it wasn't far into pretty Bannockburn, where we soon found the historic pub.  We ordered long cold drinks and relaxed in their garden.  That ended our Otago explorations by car for a while.
            We did some more road trips though, in other parts of the South Island.  The one to  Mesopotamia Station was memorable because we witnessed, and were nearly involved in, a spectacular accident.
            We had been exploring the Peel Forest to the north of Geraldine and decided to take the drive to Mesopotamia Station, which is only about an hour further on.  Mesopotamia was made famous by Samuel Butler, the English writer who established the station in 1860.  Because the area was so isolated he called the satirical novel he wrote there 'Erewhon' (nowhere spelled backwards).
On the road to Mesopotamia Station



            We enjoyed the drive alongside the braided Rangitata River, seeing sheep wandering in the road, sheep in paddocks and sheep being penned and shorn in a woolshed.  Eventually we came to the end of the road and turned back for Geraldine, where Tangaroa was parked.  Then, at one of the bends in the road, we encountered a vehicle coming in the opposite direction.  Because the road had so little traffic on it, the other driver obviously did not expect to see us.  He braked, skidded and rolled, bouncing in our direction.  I was sure the vehicle would crash into us but Malcolm skilfully drove on, swerving around the car as it careened towards us.  The other vehicle came to a stop on its roof behind us and we jumped out of our car to check the occupants.  Amazingly both young men, and their dog, emerged unharmed from the wreck.  Malcolm helped them right their car while I stood, shaking with shock, at the roadside.  The boys were able to start the car in a cloud of oily smoke and drive it—with its roof almost down to the steering wheel!—to the grass at the side of the road.  While they phoned for rescue we got back into our car and continued our journey, pondering on what might have happened.  Everyone had been lucky.  
The road to Mt Aspiring


            Probably the worst road trip we experienced was from Wanaka to Mt Aspiring Station.  This was not because of accidents, the weather or the views though—it was because of the rough, rutted and corrugated road surface that took at least an hour to jolt along.  This was compounded though by something that was our own fault entirely—we hadn't done our homework!  At the end of the road we found the Rob Roy track, described as the 'best short walk in New Zealand'.  We hadn't known about this ten-kilometre-long walk into the Mount Aspiring National park, so weren't prepared to do it—and have been disappointed ever since.
            Nevertheless the alpine scenery was magnificent as we made our way from Wanaka and, leaving the lakeside behind began our drive up the Matukituki Valley.  The green mountain slopes were snow-capped and the further we drove, the snowier the mountains became.  After crossing several fords we came to a flower-filled meadow that could have been in Switzerland.  Just beyond this was the Raspberry Flat car park where, across a bridge, the Rob Roy Track began.  If we ever brave this road again it will be because we really want to walk this track!
Next time we'll walk from here...
Information about places mentioned in this post - correct at time of writing
Walks
  • ·         Come-in-Time (on Thomson Gorge Rd)

www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-recreation/places-to-go/otago/places/bendigo-area/things-to-do/come-in-time-battery-walk
15 min one way, easy: walking track
Places to visit (drives)
  • ·         Thomson Gorge Road (4WD)

Thomson Gorge Rd goes from Bendigo to Matakanui
www.southernheritage.org.nz/otagotrails/trails/pdf/thomsongorgeroad.pdf

  • ·         Carricktown(4WD)

Take Quartzville Rd from Bannockburn to NevisRd (this route was too rough for us, the website warns to travel in a group)
www.centralotagonz.com/sports-and-outdoors/four-wheel-driving/nevis-valley

  • ·         Clyde to Bannockburn (4WD)

Take Hawksburn Rd from Clyde and Bannockburn Rd into Bannockburn
www.centralotagonz.com/cycling-trails/alexandra-clyde/hawksburn-road

  • ·         Mesopotamia Station

Take Rangitata Gorge Rd from Peel Forest
www.mesopotamia.co.nz


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