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Capturing New Zealand: End of the Road

End of the Road

Knights Point, Haast New Zealand

Approaching Haast. Mt. Ward in the distance.

End of the Road

I like to travel to places representing the end of the road. My wife of 44 years, Linda, also enjoys it. At Jackson Bay in New Zealand, the West Coast road network reaches its ultimate boundary. Beyond this point lies the extensive wilderness of Mount Aspiring National Park and Fiordland National Park.

Jackson Bay stretches for 15 miles. Today it is accessible via a road beginning in Haast. The route has numerable changes in setting. In certain spots, the sun is almost entirely obscured by the dense tree cover. Along the coast, the broad beach is covered in white sand and driftwood, with no one or any residences in sight. Wide rivers that are fed by glaciers are spanned by one-lane bridges.

End of the Rosd

Haast Tree Cover Hannahs Landing New Zealand

The Arawhata River flowing into Jackson Bay

Paved and gravel sections make up the roadbed. Towards its finish, the road hugs steep cliff sides. A landslide has eliminated a portion of the road on the last half mile, requiring us to drive on a temporary asphalt patch.

Jackson Bay

The village functions as a fishing port, home to 100 residents. During its first 60 years, sea travel was the only way to get to the settlement. Unfavorable weather and nearly complete isolation led to the failure of the first settlement attempt.

Jackson Bay Pier

The Craypot

GrayPot

Jackson Bay’s most acclaimed feature is the CrayPot restaurant. It operates out of a former caravan trailer built a century ago. When we arrive, the line of patrons is out the door, down its front steps, and twice the length of the trailer. Most people are ordering takeout. Inside, the seating resembles that of a public transportation streetcar from the early 1900s. The CrayPot offers unbeatable seafood fresh from the pier. Its servings for one turn out to be servings for three. The bright red shell of the large crayfish is the standout. It is not alone. All the food presentation makes your mouth water. It tastes even better. CrayPot is a terrific experience.

The out-and-back trip to Haast is fun because we get to revisit everything.

Haast River Region heading towards Haast Pass

Haast, Jackson Bay, and Waiatoto River regions can look and feel completely different because of the weather. On Sunny days, they are mixtures of green flora, blue sky and white sand. They are various levels gray when the weather is poor.

Waiatoto River Wild Safari

A stop at the Waiatoto River during the return yields an adventure for the following day. It is a glacial river whose headwaters are a two-hour jet boat trip up the Waiatoto into the alpine wilderness and back to the Pacific Ocean. We make this trip on the following day. We will remember this trip forever.

Ruth Allanson of Waiatoto River Wild Safari greets us at the sign in booth at their office in Hannah’s Clearing. She is the owner operator with her husband Wayne. This area is neither a village nor a town. It acts as a shared space for a few homes and companies. The trip will start about a mile away on the Waiatoto River on the other side of the bridge.

Though the launch site is remote, it’s equipped to satisfy all customer needs. It’s cold outside, and the rain is falling. Ruth provides clothing that will keep us warm and comfortable throughout the journey. Ruth lets us have the option to back out of the trip and get our money back. We happily decline.

Linda about to get outfitted by Ruth.

The trip is travel on water on a boat powered by a jet engine commanded by a commercial pilot who grew up on this river. It says a great deal to me.

Watch Your Hands

Speeding past boulders that are inches away is both scary and a thrill. The pace of the passage is anywhere from gentle floating to swift. Ruth provides information concerning the river and its environs, covering geography, biology, and history. This information comes from a local, not someone repeating marketing points.

The Jetboat

Keep your hands in!

The river gets rough and tight at times.

Lush and Green. Photo provided by Waiatoto River Wild Safari.

Ruth us took to the spot above. It is one of several ponds/channels paralleling the ocean. They are breeding grounds for the whitebait fish. The Waiatoto River in South Westland is most famously known as a premier breeding and migratory ground for whitebait, which are the juvenile stages of five native New Zealand galaxiid fish species. Ruth stopped the boat and let it float on the pond. She served us hot tea, raspberry scones, and whitebait Hors d’oeuvres.

On the river cutting through the boulders. Photo provided by Waiatoto River Wild Safari.

Speeding towards home. Photo provided by Waiatoto River Wild Safari.

This area is special and is worthy of a return visit.

Maps

*** Jeff’s Thoughts and Other Worthless Trivia ***

One advantage of our trips such as these is staying in a private home. We are members of HomeExchange. We have been members since its inception in the 1990s. Members do not exchange money. Just the home, and if you desire, vehicles and similar. There is a small annual membership fee. You must be an active member, own the property you are exchanging, and can show you are a real person. HomeExchange verifies all aspects.
Linda and I stayed in six homes on this trip. Kate exchanged her holiday home in Haast with us. She, as a host, and the house were fantastic.

Capturing New Zealand: Soaring Over Peaks and Glaciers

Glaciers

Mt. Cook from the Franz Josef Glacier

I have experienced hiking on glaciers and flying to exotic locations in a helicopter. This is the first time Linda, my wife of 44 years, and I do a combination helicopter ride and glacier walk.

The first-ever trip occurs over the significant mountains of Mt. Cook and onto the Franz Josef and Fox glaciers in New Zealand.

The one-hour trip starts in the town of Franz Jospeph. It is on the western coast of New Zealand’s South Island. As we move south in the helicopter, the landscape shifts from beach to alpine coastal areas featuring rugged coastlines.

As the helicopter banks to the left and gains elevation, rivers, ridge-lines, and peaks emerge from afar, advance into full view, and then surge larger-than-life right below you. A helicopter trip can create both mental and physical thrills.

Glaciers

Franz Josef Glacier

Without incident, the helicopter lands on the Franz Josef Glacier. Every aspect of the view is worth remembering. The lofty peaks of Mt. Cook and Mt. Reynolds show ripples from recent snowfall. Ahead, the glacier is flat for about a mile.

Glacers

Mt. Reynolds from the Franz Josef Glacier

Mt. Cook’s summit is under 20 miles from the ocean shore. The short distance and elevation change is a rarity.

Scale from a helicopter presents difficulties for assessment. Franz Josef Glacier looks huge. Its 8-mile length and 3,000-foot depth is the reason. Minuscule dots visible beneath us on the glacier are people and a second helicopter.

Time seems to stand still. Linda and I decide we have experienced everything we had hoped and head back down to the Helicopter base at Franz Josef. This brief, hour-long experience offers a story for a lifetime.

Capturing New Zealand: White Knuckles to French Pass

French Pass

The challenge is significant.

To capture images I have dreamed about for years, option one is to stay the course and reach the iconic French Pass in New Zealand. Option two suggests that driving in the rain, in unfamiliar territory, in a foreign country, on a precarious backcountry road amid dense fog might not be advisable, and it would be better to return home.

French Pass is a narrow strait of water separating the northern part of the South Island and D’Urville Island. Locals use words such as treacherous and deadly to describe it.

Linda, my wife of 44 years, is sitting next to me. We enjoy traveling together to the fullest.

White Knuckle Time

Out of the car, I can see 25 feet ahead of the hood before the fog swallows everything in view. The one-lane dirt road is solid. The goal and conditions are not new to us. As I get back into the car, Linda gives me a nod of approval. We are 70 miles into a 75-mile one-way drive. We’re headed to French Pass, white knuckles and all.

Warning Sign

Fog in Route at Okiwi Bay. The conditions get worse as we head up to Bobs Peak.

A photography principle I follow is to execute the plan fully. Our aim during this expedition is to witness and take in the sights of French Pass, provided there’s no personal danger involved.

Singular Experience

The last five miles to French Pass are a singular experience. Dense forest gives way to bare, rocky ground, which then transitions into tall native grasses. The change repeats three times.

As the last half-mile approaches, the fog clears and the clouds break. A change such as this in a mountainous maritime setting is not uncommon. It is partly why I always keep driving to the endpoint.

Green hillsides are now accompanied by the sounds of sheep grazing. A narrow strait of swirling, churning blue water rushes before me.

Clouds Part Sheep Graze

At its narrowest, French Pass is 330 feet across. The water rushes by at an unimaginable pace. It is near high tide, which means the water is flowing below me faster than in any other place in New Zealand.

French Pass Gazing

On the left, you can see Tasman Bay, and on the right, Pelorus Sound. The Tasman view shows bright skies, green mountainsides, and blue water merging with steep cliffs and broken reefs. The Pelorus is a reverse experience, except that it ends with the open seas feeling of Cook Strait.

French Pass looking towards Tasman Bay. A car. ferry boat is a tiny speck in the distance.

French Pass looking towards Pelorus Sound.

French Pass at High Tide.

A car ferry comes into view. It is attempting to transit out of Tasman Bay through French Pass to a dock on D’Urville Island. Its struggle to overcome the current at high tide is obvious as it wavers to make forward progress. In the end, the car ferry reaches the dock without incident.

Car Ferry working hard to reach home.

The French Pass surrounding offer short hikes, a lighthouse, and several lookouts. It is worth taking the time to explore and experience each one.

Fern Trees.

All ready to go.

Serenity is At Hand

The next and final stop on the trip is the village of Anaru. It is a few minutes’ travel to the south and east of French Pass. Facing Admiralty Bay, the village provides shelter from French Pass. A serene fall day, calm and sunny, is a great place to finish.

Anaru from French Pass Lookout.

The view from Anaru.

*** Jeff’s Thoughts and Other Worthless Trivia ***

I decided to put my watch (Suunto) to use. I had it track the trip to French Pass.  The route is in Yellow.  The places we slowed down or stopped are in Red.  The two numbers represent my lowest (49) and highest (125) pulse rate during the drive.  As you can guess my low was near the start of the drive and high was at White Knuckle decision time.

All of the the images I have captured and displayed in the Post are Copyright Jeffrey H. Lubeck – MESH Art LLC – all rights reserved.