After the tree, we ran into two landslides that had demolished the trail. Rough detours we're created but certainly in the last one, rough is the key word. The trail continued steeply rising and then took a hard left scrambling up suitcase sized rocks for 1/2 a mile. Durning winter this path must be a creek. Footing was treacherous and we had long since lost any trail markers. But finally, Gayle our fearless leader exclaimed that the top was in sight. One of the photos shows Marty just breaking out if the rocky scramble trail.
We had a nice lunch, even continued 200 yards to the top of Rocky Peak.
Eureka the worse was over, NOT. The trip down was brutal clambering over those rocky suitcases, polished roots, and rotting leaves. We even missed the trail and were going cross country for 50 yards.
I am happy to say, less 4 falls by members of our party, were all good as gold.
Photos from our adventure - Hardest Walk in New Zealand
Getting out of the jungle. Polished wood sculptures
tot are tree
View from Rocky Peak
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