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Roaring Lion Hut, May 2022

As it turned out, the weather on the West Coast was proving fickle, and instead I decided to somewhere closer at hand, Kahurangi National Park.

Initially, I was thinking just to venture into Venus Hut for a few days from Flora Saddle carpark, but when I made it to Karamea Bend Hut, the Karamea River was as low as I’d seen it. The weather forecast was great for the following two days and I thought I’d give the route down the valley to the Roaring Lion Hut a go. If it didn’t work out I could always turn around.

A now or never moment. If I didn’t do it in these perfect conditions, I never would.

Just the 18 river crossings on my way down. The last required swimming over the lake-like river.

A few less on my return.

With the crossing of Baton Saddle, and having my longest-ever day tramping on my penultimate day, Day 10, a big 40 K steps, it proved a decent test of my physical capabilities. A bare pass.

I was thinking that should cure my wanderlust for a while. Maybe.

It went like this.

author | GJ Coop | posted | 12 June 2022
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