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| View of the rest of the mountain range half way up. |
The Takitimu Mountains are important to me. As a child I looked out to these almost every day while growing up. I see them almost as guardians who looked over me while I grew up in the township of Ohai. Perhaps this mountain range was what started my obsession with mountains and wanting to climb them and paint them.
It wasn't until my late 20's when I met my partner that I actually began hiking and climbing mountains. It dumbfounded me why I didn't take it up earlier as it is now one of my passions.
I guess its never too late to do anything.
In 2014 I decided the first range I wanted to walk up was my home mountain range. I had looked out to these mountains for many years and now decided it was time for me to look back the other way - and stand on top looking back to where I had grown up.
My partner and I left it to a cool yet calm winters day in June to begin climbing the Takitimu Mountains. We walked up a shadowed valley track that began to become covered in snow the higher we got. The track in some places was obscured by beach tree leaves and fallen branch debris.
Just on dark we reached the Upper Wairaki Hut. A basic orange two bunk hut typical in these areas.
We were both very cold and the surroundings of the Hut were covered in snow. We began to collect as much dry wood as possible to light a fire. We eventually got the fire going, warmed our hands and put dry clothing on. A backcountry freeze-dried packet meal was the feast of the day. Having eaten we both resided to our bunks for the night.
On daybreak we got up - ate some porridge to fuel our bodies for the climb that lay ahead.
Having no track to guide us any longer we had to make our own navigations up the mountain.
The snow began to get thicker and we had to try and tread lightly so we didn't keep sinking into the snow. We eventually reached a clear saddle, and looked at a way to get up the mountain.
Our ascent began, through scrub, shingle slides and gnarly drop-offs.
After a few hours we had reached the top and stopped for a well deserved cup of soup to warm the hands, and a bite to eat. We couldn't stop long as the mountain breezes began to set in and we had to make our way down before dark. I felt a sense of achievement and couldn't believe after all these years I could finally say I had climbed the Takis.
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At the summit of the Takitimu Mountains.
Ko Takitimu te maunga. (my mountain in maori)
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I have since visited 6 of the 11 huts within the Takitimu Mountains. I plan to visit all 11.
Click below to see some live footage of someone elses journey through the Takitimu Mountains.



