Arthur’s Pass – New Zealand – Day 3

Day three we awoke to a frightening but also extremely relaxing sound.  Rain pounding on our cabin.  Hoping that perhaps the cabin was amplifying the sound we opened the door and were greeted with a sheet of water.  Distressed we fell back to breakfast.  After eating we took stock of our supplies and realized we had planned poorly. Only the start of our third day and were were running out of food.  Making a note to eat less we dressed in our best waterproof gear and leaving our gear behind, set off to recon the river.
The river was a magnificent torrent of crystal clear water.  Gone was the riverbed and in its place was a swollen ocean.  Considering the trail from here to the town was fully that riverbed we now considered ourselves in quite a bit of trouble.  We had no map of consequence to find another way out and were running out of food.  And where were we supposed to get water to drink?
I don’t think we are going to make it buddy.  The storm is closing in and we are almost out of food.  Should we use the radio to call for rescue? The cabin was equipped with a radio which we used to call out.  Immediately a Kiwi responded.  Our first question was to ask about the weather.  Perhaps something we should have done three days earlier but better late than never.  The answer was not encouraging.  The area was supposed to have rain for the next few days.  I have always had a positive attitude and it served me well here.  I was positive we were going to die so I went to a corner and started writing goodbye letters.  Nick asked the Kiwi about possibility of rescue.  He asked where we were and our supplies.  When we told him we were only a days hike out he laughed and hung up on us.  So it was up to us alone to get out of this extremely dangerous situation.
By mid-morning the rain had stopped and we started our trek back to where we started from.  Unable to walk the creek bed we followed along the edge and came to a trail.  So far so good.  We had an easy time of it for hours until the trail wanted to cross the river.  We decided to try and ford it.  Taking Nick on my back as I was better at holding my breath we walked into the freezing water.  I made a good effort of it but the rocks were too slippery and the current too fast.  Unable to cross the river and follow the trail we bushwhacked along the edge.  This was slow goings but turned into a downright struggle once we reached a hillside.  Unable to cross the river or go around the hill we really were stuck between a rock and a wet place.
Finding a game trail along the edge of the hill we began side stepping along, gaining in elevation until we were fifty meters or more above that troublesome river.  Never have I been more scared in my life.  With barely enough space for myself, let alone my pack, I slowly shuffled along that edge thinking how terrible the situation was, and then I came to a gap in the path, and decided that everything had been a piece of cake up to that point.  We would have to jump the gap.  Looking down the gap fifty meters to the bottom it was clear that there would be no mulligans.  One after another we jumped and after both surviving were scurried along the rest of the path as quickly as we could.
After clearing the hillside a meadow opened in front of us.  I have no memory of a meadow on our hike in but there it was.  Never have I been so happy.  We had a nice open field with a trail in front of us.  No more rivers and no more cliffs.  A nice relaxing trek this day had turned into and after a few hours we were back in town taking a nice hot and relaxing shower, disappointed in ourselves for thinking we were going to die just hours earlier and hoping never to run across the Kiwi on the other side of the radio.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Arthur’s Pass – New Zealand – Day 2

Nick and I woke ready for another day of hiking in the beautiful New Zealand mountains.  After a large breakfast by the campfire we dressed in our dry clothes, packed up, and began trekking along the riverbed once more.  An hour into our walk the trail crossed the large riverbed by a sort of individual cable car which was unexpected and cool.  Strung quite a distance above the riverbed it had space for one person and a pack.  It was operated by a hand crank.  I was first to cross and was a little nervous about trusting such a contraption so high up and in the middle of a forest.   When I weighed my options between fording the steam and the cable car I decided to stay dry.  It was a poor decision as it started raining as soon as I climbed in.  So I put on my parka and started cranking.  Being much further than it looked I reached the other side with a sore and tired arm.  With my other arm I cranked the carriage back to Nick so he could make the crossing.  Safely together we took a little rest and then cracked on.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The weather had changed drastically in the time it had taken us to fly over the riverbed.  We were now looking and low level clouds and a mild rain.  Being such expert outdoors men we completely ignored the weather and proceeded straight into a ravine.  Looking back we probably should have been washed away and drowned judging by the steepness, lack of vegetation, and rock bed of that ravine.  It was just asking for a flash flood, but we carried on without a care in the world, even stopping to take pictures of the water starting to come over the side of the cliffs making pretty waterfalls.    Then we lost the trail.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

How we lost the trail will never cease to amaze me.  It had been marked extremely well right up to the point that it stopped.  Whatever the cause(most likely Kiwi Gremlins), we could not find where to go.  I know, get to high ground and look around.  This crossed our mind for some reason.  Perhaps we had seen too many movies where the high ground is always the best ground.  So we brilliantly decided to climb up a steep rocky cliff face.  Though nobody was killed we did take turns starting rock slides onto each other.  After quite some time and sore from climbing up a steep cliff with loose rocks for traction we hit the summit and saw….OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Wilderness.  I cannot say we were surprised and am not sure what we were hoping to see.  Maybe a sign saying “Trail this way”.  Now is a good time to mention that we had brought a map and compass, but as we discovered at this junction we were off the map.  It had only covered the beginning of our hike.  So we were utterly lost.  There was nothing for it but to retrace our steps back our previous camp.  Here I learned that going down a rocky cliff face is a lot more difficult than going up one.  At one point I had to take off my pack to climb down and there was no choice but to throw my pack down in front of me.  As can be easily guessed it did not drop nicer but rolled down the slope.  I must give credit to the construction of that pack as it only had slight tears after its journey bouncing and sliding down that rocky face.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

After our harrowing journey down we had an easy hike back to the campsite.  As we crossed the cable car for the second time that day we noticed that the river was about five times bigger now and flowing fast.  Neurons in both our brains started clicking and the thought that we might be in trouble now crossed our minds.  We had not exactly prepared or packed well for this hike and bad weather was not going to make it any easier.   OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We arrived at the campsite just as the light was starting to fade.  Being soaked to the bone and exhausted from our climbing expedition we decided to stay in the cabin.  These are cabins built by the park service for hikers and can be used for a fee.  It is on the honor system and we put in extra cash due to our happiness of being warm and dry.  These cabins have beds, tables, a fireplace/stove, and a nice welcoming feel.  It made for a wonderful night.  We ate a huge meal, dried everything we had, and slept soundly and long that night.  A good thing as we would need strength and concentration for the next day.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Arthur’s Pass – New Zealand – Day 1

I don’t think we are going to make it buddy.  The storm is closing in and we are almost out of food.  Should we use the radio to call for rescue?…..OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Arthur’s Pass is a national park on the South island of New Zealand, about the center of the island mid-way between the West and East coasts.  It is a well known hiking mecca and where I got my feet wet in overnight hiking.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It was our first time in New Zealand and we had finished covering the North Island and were waking up from two nights in Christchurch.  Nick had planned out a multi day hike in Arthur’s Pass.  We hopped on a tour bus with a few other hikers(well, more of a tour van pulling a luggage trailer), and were off for the national park.  The hour ride up was beautiful.  Full of green sheep, snow capped hills, and fluffy mountains.  I may have gotten that wrong as my memory is a bit hazy.  But anyway, the drive to the park was fantastic.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The van dropped us off on the main road.  We checked our packs, took a few pictures to chronicle our adventure. and at 10.34 exactly set off on our trek.  The first part of the trail was not promising.  It was actually not a trail but a massive river bed full of rocks and swift running water.  No worries.  We came here to hike and hike we did, hopping over little streams and twisting our ankles every few steps, until Nick decided he had gotten too warm and took a swim into one of the streams.  After taking a break to let him and our map dry we were off again, spending the rest of the day navigating that troublesome river bed.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

As evening was starting to set in we caught our first glimpse of what nature had in store for us.  Some nice fluffy white clouds were covering the ground and mountains in the distance in front of us. White fluffy clouds.  What harm could they do?  Without a second thought about it, or really even a first thought, we set up camp and started a fire to warm up and dry off our boots and socks. Though I hadn’t gone swimming I had crossed enough streams for water to soak through my waterproof boots and non-waterproof socks.   The drying and warming completed we climbed into our sleeping bags and I immediately fell into one off the best sleeps I have ever had.  All my best nights rest have been under the stars.  I wonder why that is.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Old Rag Mountain-Virginia

Less than two hours drive from the capitol is a gorgeous hiking area in the Shenandoah National Park of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I say two hours but that is without traffic and as we are all taught in school Interstate 66 always has traffic so give yourself at least five hours driving time.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Nick and I left Washington DC in the early morning in my car and after arriving in the parking area of the Old Rag hiking trail we laced up our hiking boots and set off to conquer 1,000 meter hunk of rock and trees.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Now I consider myself in good physical shape but I wasn’t prepared for this hike.  Right from the beginning the trail goes pretty much vertical with severe switchbacks.  Nick and I consulted each other about going back for climbing gear but decided to press on.  After multiple breaks on the way up to take in the  sheer beauty of the area, or perhaps just to catch my breath, or dare I say a combination of the two, we arrived at a rock wedged into a crevice with space to walk through underneath.  After taking the obligatory photo of me holding the rock up we cracked on.  Old Rag Hike 10.2.05 008

Up and down the trail we continued, making little excuses to stop from time to time.  I need to tie my laces.  Look at this spider web.  This plant and/or rock is interesting.  Lets just take this view in for a few minutes.  You know the drill.  After a few hours we came out in a rocky outcropping near the summit.  Here we took yet another little break to fill our bellies with home made gourmet sandwiches and water before turning around and retracing our steps back to the car park.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Do not be under the impression that this is some lonely trail where you will be alone at  the end of the world.  Though it is forest as far as you can see, the trail is well worn and fellow hikers will be greeting you the whole way up and back down.  But enough of nature for today.  It is time to get back to the city and get my aching body into a hot bath.

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The Greatest City on Earth- New York 2005

New York City is the greatest city in the world and the FDNY is the greatest fire department on the planet.  Now that we have these facts established we can get to the story.

Early morning before the sun had showed itself to Washington D.C.,  Joe and I hopped on a Greyhound bus bound for that king of cities, New York.  We were both firemen and paramedics for Washington D.C. but the FDNY was our dream fire department.  We had decided to visit the city and fire houses.  The year was 2005.  DSC00530

After sleeping in fits on the bus we arrived at the Port Authority of the Big Apple.  Walking outside to the first lights of day the city impressed itself upon us.  The streets were empty save a few women hanging around the corner.  One turned away to show her jeans missing quite a bit of material, to the tune of her butt showing brighter than the morning sun.  Welcome to beautiful New York.  The next block we saw our beloved fire department working on a car crash.  No fancy, expensive equipment that other less skillful departments use.  Just basic hand tools, skill, and experience needed here. DSC00515

Finding very little to do so early in the morning we made our way to Central Park where we quickly staked out a piece of grass and slept the sleep of the tired and free.  Once the sun had risen high enough it woke us and we were off to see the city, after covering a good amount of the park.  We only had two days so we walked with a purpose.  We were double busy.  Actually, we walked with a purpose to the subway and let it do most the work.  DSC00520

Our first stop was the Empire State Building.  We walked down the avenues, passing Famous Original Rays pizza on the way and FDNY 14 Engine, also known as Sweet 14.  If you are offended by that you need to take a good hard look at yourself.  We got tired of walking so decided to take the subway to the Empire State building.  Neither of us knew the city so we guessed it was on the tip of Manhatten.  When we stopped and got above ground we realized our mistake.  The building was the same size as when we went down to the subway, just reversed.  Since we were penny pinching we decided to hoof it.  After taking a picture of the Statue of Liberty we walked via the Ghostbusters fire house to the Empire State Building.  Along the way we passed Famous Original Rays pizza, which seemed odd.  DSC00526

This expedition took us all day and come nightfall we ended up in the bunk room of the Engine 7 fire house.  This was after three other houses turned us away because they didn’t have room.  After a steak dinner at a nearby chop house we slept.  Soundly for me but Joe was too excited.  He stayed up and filmed the engine and ladder truck go out on a call. DSC00534

Come morning we took the subway to Coney Island.  Somehow we passed Famous Original Rays on the way to the subway entrance.  I will tell you a secret of the New York Transit Authority.  They love confusing tourists.  They have express trains and local trains, but this wasn’t explained to us.  So luck being what it is we ending up on the local all the way out to Coney Island, the last stop on the line.  So we got to see every subway from start to finish of the two hour trip.  Ah, I can still remember the 52nd street platform with fond memories(Not really).  Coney Island is a fun and entertaining place in Summer.  It brings out all sorts of people.  Contrasted with Winter when it only brings out the mentally ill and is therefore entertaining, but not fun.  DSC00559

Finished touring Coney Island we rode the train back to the city for an Italian lunch in China Town. Don’t be silly, of course it was in Little Italy, but only after passing Famous Original Rays. But believe me when I say that we took the express this time.  Two hours sitting in a rattling tin tube made me focus and decode the map, and by decode the map I mean a local noticed me staring at the wall map for twenty minutes with a blank expression on my face and took the time to explain the system to me.  That man will always be my hero.  DSC00566

After a satisfying meal in Little Italy we returned to the beauty that is the Port Authority for our bus ride back home.  Though it was twelve years ago that trip will always be imprinted in my memory.  I have been back many times to visit my favorite city.  Most recently was just a year ago with my wife.  And we passed Famous Original Rays and had the best slices of pizza ever!