Walter and Kate's Holiday 1997/8

Queen Charlotte Sound

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After the usual getting away marathon we made it to our haven at Mt Lyford to regroup and unfold ourselves some before the next leg to Anakiwa. With the boat in tow and Chester street in the hands of Jo and sometimes Becs we got to Blenheim where we dropped the boat beautifully in the fruit trees at Bec and Kims, Walter got a hair cut, number 4 blade all off. We were into it. Grill, Bobby, and their friends Liz, and Tony Tait met us at Anakiwa where we left the car under trees in a semi illegal place. They took us to the bach at Double Cove.

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Good old Grill right on time at 5.00 pm. It was wonderful to see her! Grill and Bobby were wonderful to us. Grill churned out beautiful meals, chicken and chops on her Weber etc. The house was lovely with it's bachiness, and rain water supply. Next day we got aboard the Samurai, a huge luxury launch, sleeps 8, twin cummins engines 360 HP a piece, runs at a litre a minute, has a 1000 l diesel tank taking $500 to fill. I was fascinated and overwhelmed, and boy could she go. We filled up at Picton, and motored off to Ship Cove where we stayed the night on the Samurai. Set a net and line fished but no bites what so ever. The others had a walk on Mataura Island, a bird sanctuary. I stayed with grill. She did this amazing manoeuvring feat nosing into the tiny wharf with this 9 ton mother with a 4 foot draw under her. Boy could Grill handle that boat!

Next day after amazing bacon and eggs and tomato Waltee and me were dropped off on shore at Ship Cove to do the track for the next five days. Grill insisted the packs were too heavy, but I assured her they were actually quite light.

We read the information on the monument tributing Captain Cook before We meandered through lovely tree ferns, and sub tropical varieties into Resolution Bay, where I had a lovely swim in school Bay in the glassy lovely water. I got sunburnt just drying off in the Sun. We had only been going for 1- 1/2 hours, so we didn't feel justified in camping there. We moved on, and walked the 4 hours around to Endeavour Inlet. We noticed yacht after yacht motoring down the Inlet, and when we rounded the point at Furneaux lodge we saw 100 odd yachts all rafted up in 2s and 3s.

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We were amazed, then realised this was the place for young people to be. As we went into Furneaux Lodge we met 100s of young people with the bar working flat out. It was a beautiful day with everything perfect for New Years. We went on to Endeavour Inlet Resort and found a Camp there near the track with a view out to the water. We had a shower, cooked rice and veggies and tuna and had a lovely nights sleep. We wondered how many people had been raped the night before amidst the combination of etoh, youth on mass and boats, and set off out of there to Punga Cove. I was intrigued to read about the antiminee mines in the hills at the head of Endeavor Inlet. It was an hour and a half walk up there. We were tempted, but decided not to. We had a lovely sleep at lunch time at the head of Big Bay, and I had a swim, and a wash in the creek. We met Mike Copeland on the track who worked with MAF, and had an interesting concept of illuminating the relationship of the settlers with the land as part of the features of our country.

We found a good camp site at Punga Cove, had a swim around Ari's orange yacht, and relaxed. Next day we meandered our way up the hill following another lovely swim and a shower at Punga Cove, and camped up on the ridge above Keneperu Sound at the shelter which had water. It was lovely to be up high, and savor the view. I had the first touch of a couple of blisters walking up here. We camped up at the next shelter only 3 hours walk, and we deliberated whether to walk on to Torea Bay and summon up Grilly, but we thought why rush, and lets keep life simple, so we read our books and enjoyed the view, then about lunch time we set off for Torea Bay, had another swim. My togs bottom self destructed, and we made tea on the beach. Right on five o'clock, there was Grill gunning through the waves on the red skidder good old Grill. It was so good to see her and Bobby again. Bobby was off to a funeral in Taupo and Boddy's son Guy was at the batch with a couple of friends. Grill made a fantastic meal. And Walt and I slept in the sleep out. Next day we had a lovely day of swimming and relaxing on the deck. Still no fish. I watched Grill's dog, Woody who is TOTALLY blind swimming and diving deep into the water for rocks. Grill and I had a lovely day together. I found Guy very interesting he told us all about his overseas adventures and near death experiences. Grill made beautiful Malaysian Laksa that night.

Next day Walt and I walk/ran the last 14 kilometers of the track without our packs. We were hot and did it 5 hours. I had a swim at the end of the track. We found the car safe and motored through to Nelson and stayed the night with The Grand at Atawhai. Anne McCalman was there and we feasted on ham and salad. I loaded up with grapefruit and oranges and we motored through to Granny Webber's at Marahau after stocking up at Nelson how wonderful it was to see Granny and Grandad.

Next day we water taxied down to Awaroa inlet and surprised Guy Karen and Synthia with our presence. We had a lovely BBQ that night with lamb steaks and met Cathy and others. Had a lovely time swimming with the Boylers. Guy and the Boylers walked over to Tonga Bay with us where Walt and I walked into the Sunset on the last leg of our journey. We spied a beautiful camp sight past Bark Bay called Medland Bay and camped RIGHT on the beach just above the high water mark. Next I took a wash in the tidal creek near by. Everything was going fine until a pack rebel sea lice came biting at my privates in a bid to combat mother nature taking it's course.

We had a lovely walk out that day back to Marahau. We stayed one more night with Granny and saw something of Anna. Next day we drove back to Mt Lyford after a leisurely gossip over cups of tea at granny's. We stocked up some lovely fruit and veggies through the Motueka River Valley. We had 2 more nights at Mt Lyford, had Robyn and Mike Powell for a meal and I made smashing apricot jam. Feeling like 30 million dollars we set off back home to an immaculate house and garden of which the pubby and Jo had prepared, how wonderful it was to be home and see the pups and the animals.

Kate.