This last weekend around Scotland has been a bit tense, what with the Scottish Independence Referendum being successful for the Better Together campaign. But Glasgow was one of the few councils that voted in a majority to secede from the UK and as such the mood around town has been a bit....glum at best. Huge rainstorms Saturday morning cleared into sunny skies and a new day, and Sunday promised to be the same, so my usual hillwalking partner-in-crime, Hazel, and I decided to do a "short" walk. Beinn Chabhair has been on my list for a while. Not so much because it was promising to be a great walk, but because the walk into the Munro seemed to be long and boggy - not something to do in poor weather.
Looking out over the misty mountains of Loch Lomond National Park
from the Meall nan Tarmachan ridge en route to Beinn Chabhair
The walk from Inverarnan up the first steep bit of the walk, through dense ferns in the Loch Lomond valley was definitely not the best part of the walk, though there is a brilliant waterfall where Ben Glas cascades down into the valley. We saw an elderly couple on their way down and had the usual, "Hiya, how's it going?" banter. Usually, the response is a, "Good, and you?" But today, this couple decided to warn us of a tick infestation higher up on the hills, full-on with warnings about how they were jumping all over you, swarming out of the bracken, and you want to get them off before they bury their heads into you with, "THEIR FOUR JAWS!" Coming from anyone, this seems a bit scary, but add in a thick, gravelly Scottish accent, and we were - well, Hazel was - downright terrified! We were warned to put troosers on and cover up. Well, I only had shorts and wasn't planning on turning back so quickly, but Hazel threw on all of her waterproofs, and so covered head to toe - we carried on.
We made it up onto the moorlands, above the supposed tick-zone, and Hazel took off her protective gear and we started the long trudge through the moors. It was a good thing we weren't doing this in the rain, or under poor conditions because navigating the undulating boggy terrain would have been near impossible and certainly not dry. But today, the sun was out, and not a cloud was in the sky, though the atmosphere all around Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park was thick with a light-white haze, saturating each mountain with a blue hue that made them seem like paper cutouts, layered one behind another.
Finally we reached the trail to head up Meall nan Tarmachan and left the bog behind. A few sheep watched us trudge up the hill, and listened to our calls as we tested out the awesome echoing acoustics of the rocks we were climbing through. The trail up to the summit was kind of like a rocky and grassy playground as the trail weaved around large outcrops, up and over some scrambly sections, and finally to the summit of Beinn Chabhair, all the while the misty haze hung draped over the surrounding mountains.
We didn't linger for long at the summit, but enjoyed ourselves, but we could tell that our short walk wasn't going to be too short. We'd left the car at 11:20 am and checked the time at the summit at 3:20 pm. Knowing we had to traverse the moors again, we started off back down the track, but it didn't take nearly as long because we were back at the car by 5:30 pm. Though we just ticked off one Munro, it was about all we wanted to handle for the one day, but it sure was a great day to be out!
In Scotland, during the summer, you want to spend as much time outside as possible (and as little time updating your blog) because the nice summer weather doesn't last forever! While there were a lot of exciting things going on around Glasgow this summer like the Commonwealth Games and visiting friends from the US, my friend Hazel and I spent a decent amount of time out in the Highlands bagging more Munros - which has now become an obsession of ours.
Beinn Eunaich & Beinn a'Chochuill
20 June 2014
This was was actually one I did myself. Hazel left for Greenland for a few weeks, so I was on my own and really itching to get out into the hills. The problem without a car is that you're reliant on the bus and train. Luckily for me, the train from Glasgow to Oban stops at the beautiful Loch Awe at the foot of four massive munros. I wanted to do all four, but having only gone hillwalking once on my own, I thought I'd at least get two in, so I started off down the road to the footpath up to Beinn Eunaich, which looked easy since it's a farm road heading into a water reservoir stored within the mountains, but it was steep and I was not prepared! I was doing the loop backward and started up the side of Beinn Eunaich which is this relentless grassy hill that ever so slowly arches its way to the summit - you know the kind where you think you're almost there, but then you see the summit still looming in front of you? But the climb was a breath-taking one with incredible views down over Loch Awe and the picturesque Kilchurn Castle on its shores. Well, eventually I made it to the top of this slightly cobbly top (989 m/3,245 ft) and was met with even more views down the other side (which to the north was a vertical dropoff!) over the waters of Loch Etive.
Great day for a hillwalk above Loch Awe. Looking north on the way
up Beinn Eunaich
The wind had started to pick up and bringing clouds in from the ocean. Nothing that really threatened rain, but low enough that the summits of all the mountains around me were shrouded in mist. I carried on down to the saddle between Beinn Eunaich and Beinn a'Chochuill, back into the world of visible distances, but then it was up, up, up to the next Munro. One the way, I passed an elderly man who'd walked in from the nearest town - a much farther distance than I walked from the train station - and was impressed he was still trekking on. I mean, he was old! Back in the clouds, I relied on the path being clear enough for me to see my way to the top of Beinn a'Chochuill (980 m/3,215 ft). It was dry and I had my lunch here, and the summit was high enough that the clouds going over the summit were thin, but it forced the rest of the clouds to flow between it and its neighbouring munros. Not being able to even see the rest of the 4-munro circuit, I decided it was best to head back to the Loch. After all, I had time to check out Kilchurn Castle and have a pint from the hotel at the train station! Overall, it was a nice day out in the crisp air, clouds, and two munros (nearly) all to myself!
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Stob Dearg & Stob na Broige
25 August 2014
Hazel finally returned from Greenland which made getting out to further-flung munros much easier with her car, and though the Matiz is a wee one, it got us where we needed to go. The weather was perfect for late August and we couldn't believe our luck and decided to head up north to the famous Glen Coe - probably Scotland's most recognisable valley (and home to James Bond's Skyfall, in the movie at least). I'd still never been and was pumped to go!
It took a few hours to get there, and another while carefully off-roading Hazel's car into the packed parking lot (did I mention Glen Coe is popular?). We started off to the trail heading up the ridge at the eastern end of Glen Coe - Buachaille Etive Mor. The walk up was brilliant! Right through a very rocky but gently sloping Coire na Tulaich. Having not been hillwalking for a few months, we were a bit nervous about whether we'd be in shape to do it, but the walk to the ridgeline was over before we knew it! We still had another few hundred meters to get to the summit, but we were there, enjoying the absolutely perfect views of the mountains of Glen Coe and over to Ben Nevis, Britain's highest elevation, looming a few ranges away.
Beautiful peaks of Buachaille Etive Mor, guarding the
entrance to Glen Coe. Who says that middle peak isn't a munro?
C'mon!
It wasn't much more effort to reach the summit of Stob Dearg (1,021 m/3,350 ft), and we were rewarded with one of the most breathtaking views I've ever seen. The summit is perched right at the end of the ridge and it quickly drops off on three sides leaving you with unimpeded views down into Glen Coe to the west and the immensely expansive Rannoch Moor to the east. There was not even a stitch of wind all day and the waters of Rannoch Moor lay perfectly still.
Back down the ridge we went, off to find the next munro, but there was a massive mountain between us and where the map said the next munro was. We were very disheartened to learn that not all mountains in Scotland over 3,000 ft are classified as munros as we trudged up the trail to the summit of Stob na Doire (1,011 m/3,317 ft) - which is boringly classified as a "munro top." Apparently, there is no exact definition of a munro other than that it must be over 3,000 ft (which Stob na Doire clearly meets), but a munro must also be its own mountain, standing prominently from any neighboring ridge or mountain. Stob na Doire was massive, but clearly not "a mountain in its own right" to be classified as a munro. We took a photo at the top anyway, in case the rules change in the near future and it earns classification as a Munro.
After Stob na Doire, it was almost a joke to reach the "summit" of Stob na Broige (956 m/3,136 ft) - almost 200 feet below the summit of Stob na Doire! But it still felt good to reach its top and look out over the road to Loch Etive. The weather couldn't have been better and after a quick bite to eat we started off down the mountains back to the car through a green valley lit up by the golden setting sun. It was a bit tricky getting the car out of the dirt parking lot as the ground was eroded where the pavement from the road ended, but we got her out and started the long drive back to Glasgow.
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Binnein Mor &na Gruagaichean
27 August 2014
We just couldn't get enough of the good weather and thought that while it lasted we should get out once more. The weather report called for clear skies, light wind, and no rain, so once again Hazel and I hopped in her "gran-mobile" and drove back up to Glen Coe. We wanted to do the Aonach Eagach ridge on the north side of Glen Coe, but after looking reports of its treachery, we decided against it until we had someone with us who could urge us along Britain's sharpest ridge walk. We decided to try some other ridge walks first before tackling that monster! So we drove through Glen Coe and then tucked east to Kinlochleven where we parked the car and headed off up to the Mamores peaks.
I'm not sure we realised just how long of a walk this was going to be. The first few miles are just a constant slight increase up a long valley (though with nice views over Loch Leven and the town below), until the path dumps you out into a beautiful valley perched up between Binnein Mor (our first destination) and the neighbouring munro Sgurr Eilde Mor. While the day was just as sunny as the previous walk, the air was not nearly as still and we were being buffeted by very stiff and strong gusts of wind! We worked our way up to the ridge overlooking Coire an Lochain where we had spectacular views of Ben Nevis across the valley, and even though our legs were about to give out, we still weren't at the top! Out of 282 munros, Binein Mor is the 28th highest and we still had to get there. We met some nice Dutch tourists and caught up with a single hillwalker who was bagging his 200-and-something munro. He reassured us that Aonach Eagach's bark was worse than its bite, but that with the stiff winds, it was better we weren't on that ridge. We made it to the summit of Binnein Mor (1,130 m/3,707 ft) which is perched on a little point in the sky with very steep and long drop-offs on either side! Vertigo definitely set in a few times, especially with the wind, but once we sat for some water, we got over it pretty quickly.
Chilling out on top of Binnein Mor. Munro #10!
We didn't linger at the summit long due to the wind. It was incredibly brisk and chilled us even with all the layers we were wearing! But we did have a little celebration as this was my 10th munro! We found a little spot tucked away from the wind for lunch, but since the walk was so long, we pressed onward along a nice ridge to na Gruagaichean and enjoyed a good scramble up to the summit (1,056 m/3,465 ft) where we celebrated once more as this was Hazel's 10th munro! Ben Nevis just stared us down while we had the rest of our lunch. Time was getting on, and the sun was already setting and we still had to get back to the car and drive back to Glasgow! The walk down the ridge was nice and grassy with stunning views of Loch Leven and we could even see the jagged ridge of Aonach Eagach in the distance. But the nice grassy ridge soon gave way to a massive, steep, pathless, grassy hillside that we essentially bushwacked our way through before reaching the trail that would return us to the car. It was definitely one of the longest walks I've done so far (almost 9 miles), but it was definitely worth it!
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Ben Lui & Beinn a'Chleibh
14 September 2014
The weather's been changing a lot around Scotland as Fall starts to set in but the weather report suggested we'd have clear skies and cloud-free munros over the weekend, so my intrepid munro-bagging-partner, Hazel, and I went for it. We drove west to Ben Lui, which was described as one of the finest munros in scotland with amazing views, but we had the feeling, as we parked the car, that those views would not be for us today. Clouds were low and the peaks of all the munros were shrouded in mist. But we were here so might as well go for it anyway!
Carefully keeping to the path in the fog along the ridge to Ben Lui
We forded the River Lochy and trudged our way up through the muddy pine timber forest which was nice as there were a few waterfalls and the leaves were already changing colour. But soon we found ourselves in the massive bowl-shaped valley between Ben Lui and Beinn a'Chleibh, both covered in clouds and a brisk wind blowing through the gap between them. We headed up east along a long, steep, grassy slope that just kept going, and going...and going, until we were in the clouds. But the grass stopped and was replaced by broken boulders and alpine-climate plants. We'd reached the ridge that would take us to the summit, being careful not to lose our footing lest we trip and fall down the cliff into the valley on the other side, which incidentally is where a 4-person aircraft tragically crashed a few decades ago. We wanted to see if we could find the wreckage, but the clouds were too thick and we didn't want to go wandering off trail.
After a few fun scrambles and photoshoots, we made it to an open plateau with a cairn that we thought was the summit, only to realise we had a little further to go before reaching Ben Lui's true summit (1,130 m/3,707 - the same height as Binnein Mor, but ranked 29th). It was too cold and damp to linger there much longer so we headed down to the bealach and it was pretty much a hop, skip, and a jump up to the summit of the neighbouring munro, Beinn a'Chleibh (916 m/3,005 ft) which was cloud-free for a while. But there was no reason for it not to be cloud free - after all, Beinn a'Chleibh is the 281st highest munro out of 282! So, not spectacular, but fun to check it off the list nonetheless. Clouds eventually did roll in and we never really got a good clear view of Ben Lui all day. We ran into many people who were doing one or two more munros after Ben Lui and Beinn a'Chleibh, but I'd injured my knee running the day before so we decided to head back to the car, which didn't take long, and it was nice not having a three-hour drive back home. Not sure how many more nice days we'll have, but so far, nothing can stop us!
Right, so continuing on this trend of finally writing backed-up blog posts, this one's a monster simply because of the photos I had to reorganise to get here! Last December, though, I had the great pleasure of being able to tag along and help teach a glacial geology and geomorphology field trip to the central region of New Zealand's South Island. Having been to the North Island and having experienced the northern- and western-most points of the North Island and explored the watery wonderland of the Bay of Islands, I was totally pumped to get to some of the more staggering New Zealand scenery we all know from Lord of the Rings!
After three hours of one of the most turbulent flights I'd been on in a while (and I'd just return to Sydney from a trip to Denver and Vermont), we landed in Queenstown, the adventure capital of New Zealand. The flight in over the Southern Alps was beautiful. Being early December, New Zealand was just emerging from winter and all of the mountains still had substantial snow on them! We wasted no time in picking up our three passenger buses and trailer, and with 24 student in tow, set right off out of Queenstown to the Kawarau Bridge, famous for being the original bungee jump in New Zealand. Of course, we were there to learn about New Zealand's past glacial geology, climate, and geomorphology - or how the landscapes develop and change through time. Along the first few days the students would be presenting small mini-reports on different aspects of these topics and we weren't letting any second go to waste!
After learning about New Zealand's loess deposits, accumulations of wind-blown dust that were deposited under colder dryer conditions during the last glacial period, we headed off the main highway, taking the Crown Range Road to Wanaka where we'd spend the first night. We stayed at a small hostel/motor park near the shores of Lake Wanaka, which fills one of the many glacially-sculpted valleys east of the Southern Alps, including Lakes Wakatipu, Ohau, Pukaki, and Tekapo. Early the next morning, I got up early for a short walk along the lake, looking out across to the beautiful Mt. Alta rising across the shores. Our destination by the end of the day was Mt. Cook Village in Aoraki/Mt. Cook National Park, but we had plenty of stops to make before calling it a day.
Purple lupin growing at the Clay Cliffs near Omarama
We took Lindi's Pass toward Omarama before doubling back across the Ahuriri River to the Clay Cliffs, a geological formation of very soft rocks exposed along the active Osler Fault. The cliffs are a deeply dissected feature that is the site of an ongoing battle between the uplifting tectonic fault and erosion. We stayed here for a short while and had lunch along the Ahuriri River, a beautiful place to dip your feet in the refreshing water and have a bite to eat. We made one more stop to the former river outlet of Lake Pukaki before it was dammed and diverted but also had time to stop at the southern end of Lake Pukaki to get a sense of what we were in for for the next few days.
Aoraki/Mt. Cook (3,724 m/12,218 ft) looming over Lake Pukaki
The weather was bright and sunny and fairly few clouds against a blue sky, and from here, far off in the distance, was the brilliantly majestic peak of Aoraki (or Mt. Cook), the highest point in New Zealand at 3,724 meters (12,218 ft) above sea level! We had to stop here because the view was simply breathtaking, and because Aoraki is apparently often shrouded in clouds, we thought this might be our only chance to see its entire height! And I should mention Lake Pukaki because it was amazing in its own way. There is so much powdered rock, crushed by glacial erosion that gets washed into the lake that it takes on a very milky appearance which reflects the sky on a sunny day, turning it a turquoise colour that is really only best matched by a Crayola crayon of the same colour!
It was windy, so we got back into the vans and started the fairly long drive down the Mt. Cook Road toward Mt. Cook Village, the views along which were absolutely stunning. I'm jealous of the students in my van because they got to stare out the windows the entire time, while I had to keep my eyes on the road. But if you want a fun road to drive along, this is one of them. It just rolls and wraps its way long the lake and the ever-impressive Southern Alps just keep looming in the distance! Well, if the drive wasn't thrilling enough, once you're past the head of the lake, you begin driving through the wide and flat river valley that drains the Mueller, Tasman, and Hooker Lakes which are all fed by glaciers. And while you can't see the glaciers, as they are hidden by huge glacial moraines and tucked away around the mountains, you do see the incredible wall of ICE that is known as the Huddleston Glacier, which frankly, I thought was one of the most impressive things I've ever seen! It's just this massive, steep wall of ice that you just couldn't stop looking at!
Looking down to the Mt. Cook Village from the Red Tarns. The Huddleston Glacier is the big wall of ice plastered
on the side of the Southern Alps in the distance. Mueller Lake and its end moraine seen in the bottom of the valley.
Aoraki (the Maori name for Mt. Cook) features prominently in Maori history. The Maori people believed the South Island to be a canoe that Aoraki and his brothers were using to voyage the world. It tipped and the brothers climbed onto the top of the overturned canoe and turned to stone. Geologically, Mt. Cook is positioned in the Southern Alps which are the result of convergence along the Alpine Fault which is the boundary between the Indo-Australian tectonic plate and the Pacific plate. The fault is mostly a dexteral strike-slip fault, but there is oblique convergence which has uplifted the mountains on the South Island. It is the Alpine Fault that causes most of the earthquakes in New Zealand, and also as it cuts across the north part of the South Island it goes offshore east of the North Island where subduction of the Pacific plate under the Indo-Australian plate results in the volcanism the North Island is famed for!
Well, while all of the students were excited to get out of the vans and start eating and drinking for the night, I had picked up a wee trail map and having heard that weather is rarely clear in the park, I thought I'd take advantage of it by doing a short hike up to the Red Tarns, some small ponds perched high up the mountains above Mt. Cook Village. Luckily summer in the Southern Hemisphere means plenty of light late into the evening, so I didn't have much to worry about - other than breaking my ankle with no one around! Well, the hike up was unrelentlessly steep, but I eventually made it to the tarns, which in and of themselves aren't that impressive, but you don't make that kind of hike to look at a pond, but for the view of the rest of the valley. Up here, you're so high up above the valley that you can see up and over Mt. Wakefield to Mt. Cook as well as up the Tasman River valley to The Armchair and Malcher Peak. The weather was holding up, so I decided to climb even higher to the shoulder of Sebastopol, the lowest peak in the National Park. Catching my breath, I decided my hunger would win over my want to reach the summit, so I raced down a big scree slope and headed back to dinner at the Mt. Cook Village.
The Huddleston Glacier and Mt. Sefton (left), Aoraki/Mt. Cook (right), and the Mueller
Glacier's end massive end-moraine (centre-bottom)
Weather was clear the next morning again, blue skies and few clouds, so I walked up toward The Hermitage - the famously fancy resort hotel in the National Park that looks directly over to Mt. Cook - for a few morning photos before joining back up with the students. We drove up to the Mueller Glacier overlook for a few more student talks. During one of the talks, we all of a sudden heard this huge crack that sounded like thunder, followed by a cascade of booms and crashes. It was so startling that everyone turned their heads to the glaciers behind us. Though we couldn't see anything, it was pretty obvious we'd just heard a massive block of ice break off the Huddleston Glacier, falling down onto the Mueller Glacier below. Coincidentally, the student giving his report was just talking about ice falls. Talk about timing!
Icebergs from the Hooker Glacier floating in Hooker Lake
Once the student talks were done, we started the long hike up to Hooker Lake and the Hooker Glacier that sits right at the base of Mt. Cook. We continued to hear booms of breaking ice behind us during the hour-long walk up to Hooker Lake, which was cool, but the weather turned, which was not. We could see the clouds rising up from the west and flowing over the mountain tops to our left as the wind picked up and threatened to rain us in. But, being geologists, we go out in anything and this certainly didn't stop us and the last few students presented their mini-reports. You couldn't really see the mountain peaks by this point, but you could still get great views over Hooker Lake which was just chockers full of icebergs in various stages of melting, all shapes and sizes! By the time we left Hooker Lake, the weather had cleared up once again, permitting us to drive around to the next valley over to the Tasman Glacier and Lake.
Lake Tasman is a recent feature to the landscape, having only formed in the last 40 years after the Tasman Glacier (left)
retreated to its current position!
Lake Tasman is impressive, if not for its size (7 kilometres long!), for the fact that 40 years ago, it was not there! Forty years ago the Tasman Glacier's terminus was at the lookout most visitors take the short walk up to from the car park. Now, however, Tasman Glacier ends in the lake and icebergs calve off its front. Though the retreat is impressive and offers the opportunity to take speed boat tours around the lake, it just means our changing climate is killing off these magnificent glaciers!
We headed back out of Aoraki/Mt. Cook National Park toward the town of Twizel where we'd be based for the remainder of the trip. Over the next 5-6 days, the students would be working on small group projects in the area, and we, the trip leaders, would drive them wherever they needed to go. But first, we had another stop to get to up beyond Lake Ohau on the other side of Twizel. By the time we got beyond the shores of Lake Ohau, the weather came back with a vengeance.
The next day was fairly uneventful. The rough weather had cleared up and the students used the day to plan their projects. Twizel itself is a pretty dull town. It was founded as a working camp during the construction of the dams that were built on Lake Ohau, but remained a popular stopover point for travelers going to Mt. Cook (not to mention cheaper than staying in Aoraki/Mt. Cook National Park. While there are some nice coffee shops and cafes in the main shopping area, there isn't much to speak of - especially of the locals. While eating dinner at the Power Station Bistro I noticed one man down his beer outside and promptly walk to a short brick wall and urinate on it! Welcome to Twizel, indeed!
I played chauffer for students heading up back into Aoraki/Mt. Cook National Park over the next three days to collect data for their projects. Depending on which group was where, and when they needed to get to their next stops, I often had anywhere from an hour to a few hours by myself before I had to meet any of the students and move them. This was nice because it gave me time to do a few shorter walks and explore the park a bit more. One of the days I walked up the Mueller Glacier trail to see the head of the glacier which had retreated around the corner of its valley, out of sight from the main view point. Right at the bottom of the Huddleston Glacier. No one else was up this far and I enjoy sitting in the sun in the middle of this amazing landscape. I felt so fortunate to be able to experience it in all its sun-shiny glory!
Suspension footbridge over the Hooker River. Aoraki/Mt. Cook shrouded in clouds
I also joined a few student groups on their quests to collect field data. This varied from walking up along the crest of the lateral moraine along the edge of Tasman Lake looking for students who had gotten well-ahead of me, helping students measure boulder dimensions in streams coming down from creeks draining the steep valleys to the west of Mt. Cook Village, and taking one more walk up to the iceberg choked Hooker Lake.
I had no plans to see any more of the South Island on this trip, and though I was a bit let down about not being able to do that before arriving, I don't think I could have asked for a more amazing experience that just being able to wander and explore the Hooker and Tasman Valleys in Aoraki/Mt. Cook National Park. It really must be one of the most spectacular landscapes I've been to. It's drastic, but accessible; staggeringly expansive, but easy to get around; busy with tourists, but big enough that you don't have to go far to get away from them!
Pianist playing his own music during a beautiful Queenstown sunset
over Lake Wakatipu
The students had a final day in Twizel to write up and hand in their reports, so the last day near the mountains wasn't all that exciting. Finally, we were ready to leave Twizel and made the long drive back to Queenstown for our last night in New Zealand. We arrived early afternoon and many of us had previously signed up to go whitewater rafting to celebrate the end of a long week. We dropped our things off at the hostel and met down in the town at Queenstown Rafting where we were fitted up with wetsuits and packed into large vans with a trailer packed with rafts in tow behind us. This is no big deal, except to get to the launch site, we had to drive down Skippers Road, a long, very tightly-winding road that is cut into the side of mountains with very steep slopes! To put it in perspective, if you sat next to the window, you couldn't see the edge of the road and it looked like there was nothing beneath the van! In fact in one or two places, there almost wasn't anything beneath the van... One tight turn has been so abused that the edge of the road has eroded to the point that side of the van on the inside of the road gets scratched by the rocks sticking out of the slope! At another point on Skippers Road, the road appears to be intact, but when you look back up at it from the river, you see that a big chunk of rock, that would otherwise support the road, has simply fallen away! If you're afraid of this kind of driving, there's no hope for you because no matter which side of the van you sit on, you're going to be exposed to one of these hazards!!!
But the rafting itself was awesome! I've only been whitewater rafting once before on the New River in West Virginia where the water levels that year were low enough that the big rapids had diminished many of the rapids, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Well, the Shotover River is pretty much a narrow, narrow canyon with rocky cliffs on either side and in most places the river is as wide as the raft! I've got to give it to the raft guides because they have some of the hardest jobs in the world in keeping us all safe! While we didn't flip, like we did on the New River, there were so many times I thought we were goners! Two girls did fall out at one point, but we safely got them back on the raft just before they were pinned between the rocks and raft! The trip culminates a tunnel that was blasted into the mountianside to funnel water for gold mining in the mid-1800s, the final rapid is shooting down the mill run right where every raft in front of us was waiting and watching, hoping someone would flip. We didn't, but had a great time and it was an awesomely adventurous way to end a week in New Zealand!
That night was spent out in Queenstown watching a beautiful sunset over Lake Wakatipu and eventually some mechanical bull-riding in one of the town's innumerable options of Western/Cowboy-themed bars. Flights back to Sydney the next afternoon gave me a little bit of time to walk around the local Saturday markets along the lakeshore in what ended up being a very nice sunny relaxing way to end my last visit to New Zealand in a long time! Definitely not the last, but a long time at least!
I've said it before, but it's worth saying again: when the weather is nice in Scotland, you've got to go take advantage of it! Luckily, as a student, as long as my work gets done on time, it (kind of) doesn't matter when I do it. So when the sun comes out, it's time to go! A few weeks ago, my classmates Hazel and Ruth and I headed off to Arrochar, west of Glasgow near Loch Lomond to hike a few of the Munros in the Arrochar Alps. It was supposed to rain a little bit in the afternoon, but it was clear now and we decided to take the steeper route to the summit of Beinn Narnain and get that over and done with first, figuring if it was rainy later, the steep slope would be too slippery to come down.
It was the right decision. The path up from the Argyle Forest Park parking lot to the summit is a long and tiresome, seemingly never-ending steep trail from sea level right up to 600 meters before it finally levels out for a little while. Once you're up and out of the forest, the views are magnificent and when you get to the part that levels out, stunning views of the craggy peaks of The Cobber loom into view.
Final ascent up Beinn Narnain through The Spearhead
But of course with all hillwalking, there are about three or four "false peaks" that make it seem like you're almost there, but then...nope! One of these false peaks was the Cruach nam Miseag and we really thought we might be to the summit. Instead it was just a vantage point where we could see the trail go down in elevation before winding its way up between huge rock outcrops called The Spearhead! A few hikers were threading their way through The Spearhead and we could hear their voices echoing while we sat and had a wee break. The rest of the trail wasn't terrible, however. It turns out that getting up through The Spearhead didn't take long at all and as a geologist, the blocky and square outcrops that towered overhead were just fascinating!
After one last rocky gully we clambered up through, we found ourselves on the top of the mountain - not the summit yet, mind you, but it was a flat walk from here. We stopped for a few photos looking over Loch Lomond from the top of The Spearhead and eventually made it to the cairn and trig point at Beinn Narnain's summit of 926 metres (3,038 ft). We stayed up there a little while to catch our breath and had a good look around us. It was quite cloudy, but the sun poked through every now and again, and the cloud base was higher than the mountains, so we had good views of all of the other Arrochars and even Ben Lomond across the lake.
Over and down from Beinn Narnain to Beinn Ime. Looking
back at it, the trail up Beinn Ime just looks squidgy!
We could see the next mountain over, Beinn Ime, from the top of Beinn Narnain and decided that it didn't look too awfully far off. Besides, the walk down to the "bealach" (which I think is the name for the saddle between two peaks) and up to the top of Beinn Ime was smooth, looked fairly shallow, and quite grassy, so it couldn't have been that bad, right?
While getting down to the bealach from Beinn Narnain wasn't bad, the bealach and the majority of the slope up to Beinn Ime was totally waterlogged from rain we'd had the previous few days. It wasn't all that warm, and soon conditions became worse as our feet sank into soggy, squidgy, grass, and our socks became soaked with cold water. As Hazel put it, it was a long plod. We didn't talk much and instead just kept one foot in front of the other until the path hardened underfoot and became more clear up at the higher elevations. A walker coming down the mountain told us we weren't too far off, and sure enough, the trail quickly leveled off and we walked along the ridge to the cairn at the summit of Beinn Ime, the highest of the Arrochar Alps at 1,011 metres (3,317 ft). Being so high, it was really windy, but luckily previous hikers had created a sort of a fortress around the cairn that blocked some of the wind, so we sat there having our lunch with the best view around!
It was windy and chilly enough, and our feet were still wet, that we didn't stay for too long and started the long plod down the mountain. Fortunately, the trail back to the car looped down the valley between Beinn Narnain and The Cobbler, so we didn't have any more walking upslope. We stopped for some snacks at some large boulders at the foot of The Cobbler but didn't stay too long. The rain came in just as we were getting back to the car, so while we weren't too wet, it did get us in the end. Good thing we hadn't gone down the real steep slope we started on!
(there's more below the slideshow)
Ben Vorlich
06 June 2014
I decided to trade my Friday for my Saturday and since it was sunny on Friday, head off to the one last remaining Munro in the Arrochar Alps I'd yet to tackle - Ben Vorlich. I'd seen Ben Vorlich from my hikes up Ben Vane and the Beinns Narnain and Ime, and the reviews from Walk Highlands said to expect a steep and unrelenting climb to the summit ridge. The reviews were not joking! Luckily, I was hiking on my own yesterday, so I could take my own pace. Once I found the trailhead, as the reviews said, it just goes up. And up. And up. Though the trail is well-defined, it is not just steep, but wet, and mucky. So much so that one misstep could mean face-planting it into the hillslope which would not be good because there were a lot of rocks, too!
Ben Vorlich - a good place to have a read!
The walk up the slope gets you about 400 metres in elevation over the valley below, and even though the trail started to cut over along the side of the mountain, it sure didn't feel any less steep. The views started to get amazing though as the low clouds all around me started to clear. And near the top of the slope, massive rock outcrops and cliff-forming bedrock created an awesome geologic playground to be walking through! Even the mucky trail was shining with the weathered mica minerals that reflect sunlight so well.
Well, eventually the trail flattens out, kind of, but there is still a ways to go to get to the summit. And even when you get to the trig point, you're still not there because the actual summit is another short walk beyond! But once you're there, you know you're there - 943 metres (3,094 ft) is hard to miss! Not too many people were up at the summit, so it was nice and quiet. And though it was a bit windy, I was able to find a little crevice between some rocks, out of the wind where I could have my lunch and finish reading a book I've been trying to get through. It was so much nicer having time to enjoy the peace and quiet of the summit, rather than being rushed to get to the next one or forced off by inclement weather.
The panoramic planet I stitched together from the trig point
on Ben Vorlich
But soon enough, I felt it was time to start heading back down to the car park at Inveruglas where I'd been dropped off by the CityLink bus and was getting picked up from them, too. By the time I started walking down the weather was pretty much sunny and warm and I took my time with photography experiments and some of the best Loch Lomond scenery I've seen yet! The trail down the slippery slope I started on wasn't too bad going down, though I did slip a number of times, but before I knew it I was back down heading to the car park with plenty of time to spare. When I got there, the sun was warm on the rocks at the lake's edge, so I found a good comfortable spot, took off my boots and finished my book. Great day away, but tomorrow will have to be a work day. I just hope it actually rains so I don't feel guilty for taking a Friday off!
At the end of January, I'd finished my time in Australia and it was time to fly back to Glasgow. The University booked my flights and since Qantas offered the cheapest airfare at the time, I was flown back to Glasgow via Dubai. Now, I'd never been to a Middle Eastern country before, though I imagined Dubai would be to the Middle East what Singapore is to Asia, that is all the uniqueness of a culturally different place with many of the capitalistic comforts of home. Oh, the fact that I'd be able to get around without knowing any Arabic was a major plus!
The towering Burj Khalifa - World's Tallest Building
at sunrise in Dubai
I'd looked up a lot of reviews of the city before I left, and spoke with a few friends who'd been before. I wanted to be sure that I didn't just pass through the UAE (like I passed through Japan on my way home from Singapore a few years back), but that I experienced something uniquely Dubai-an. My flight landed early in the morning and I had 9 hours until my departing flight back to Glasgow. I figured 9 hours would surely be enough for me to get through customs, leave the airport, find my way onto the train, and then over to the Burj Khalifa - the world's tallest building.
In fact, with such a short period of time in the city, I figured the only thing I'd comfortably have time to do that was unique to Dubai was to get to the Burj Khalifa, take a trip up to the observation deck, come back down and return to the airport with plenty of time to spare in case security at the airport took a while.
It was fairly easy getting out of the airport after having figure which signs meant "This way to the Arrival Hall" and then figuring out which customs line I should get in to took a little help from one of the attendants. But getting through proved no big feat, and with a US passport you can easily get out of the airport to see the city for the day. The public rail system in Dubai was super easy to use and navigate, once you had a map in front of you, but it was like no other train ride I'd been on before! It was still early in the morning and the foreign workers heading to offices and construction sites were packing into the train at every stop. The seats were lined up parallel to the sides of the trains with the rest of the interior saved for standing room. Across from me, however, the bench was full but at one stop a man from southern Asia boarded the train and just sat down on the laps of two men who were already sitting on the seat! The reactions of the two men were priceless: one was listening to his iPhone and kind of woke up, looked at the guy who'd parked half of his bum on the guy's lap, but went back to sleep. The other guy just nervously sat there, giving annoyed sideways glances at his unwelcome lap-sitter, but still never said anything! I tried imagining what the reaction in Chicago or New York would be. Surely not as passive!
I got off the train at the stop for the Burj Khalifa and headed down the very long walkway from the train station to the Dubai Mall, but it was only 9am and every single store was closed. Nothing really opens in Dubai until 10am but the mall was still open to walk around in, even if the escalators and lights weren't on. But I made my way down to the ground floor and out to Downtown Dubai, the main plaza and huge fountain/pool in front and at the base of the Burj Khalifa.
Dubai skyscrapers lining the Sheikh Zayed Road
The Burj Khalifa is the world's tallest structure, standing at 2,722 feet (over half a mile high!) and has 163 floors, of which the public can access the Observation Deck on the 124th floor (over a quarter-mile up)! Having previously purchased a ticket, I was able to get in early enough in the morning that there was no huge line-up in front of me. In fact, I had the elevator up to the Observation Deck to myself for a 60-second quick lift up those 124 floors. I was thinking the observation deck would be like the Sears Tower (Willis be damned!), all enclosed, especially being that high up, but the majority of viewing platforms were actually outside with little gaps in the 20-foot high windows that you could stick your camera out to get a clean picture. But I tell you, I get so nervous when I see people doing that, and I surely don't trust myself to not drop my phone or camera. But the views were amazing! to the north was the Persian Gulf with its beautiful blue waters. And in all other directions was desert. Miles and miles of desert. And it doesn't take much to kick up a lot of sand into the air, and even though it was barely noon, the mixture of haze and sand made viewing anything with any semblance of clarity near impossible.
With the observation deck getting more crowded with obnoxious tourists, I headed back down to the main floor, took a few more photos outside, and then hopped on the train back to the airport. I figure that the next time I'm there, I'll try and spend more time seeing the cultural sights, but doing the Burj Khalifa was enough for me for the day and I found a small lounge chair in the airport and had a little snooze before my flights to Glasgow took off.
A few weeks back, Glasgow experienced a rare weather phenomenon: we had eight days of beautifully sunny and warm weather! The first of these days, we'd been coming out of rainy doldrums and being Scotland we weren't sure how long the sun would stay, so even though it was a Tuesday, a friend of mine from the University and I decided we'd take advantage of the weather while it was still good, made plans, and drove out to Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park, taking a small one-lane windy road around the north shore of the famous lake to the foot of Ben Lomond - the southernmost of the Scottish Munros.
Scotland is famous for its brilliant hillwalking everywhere, but especially in the Highlands. Here, any peak that is over 3,000 feet above sea level is classified as a Munro - anything less is classified as either a Corbett (2,500-3,000 ft above sea level) or a Graham (2,000-2,500 ft asl). There are 282 Munros, and anyone who attempts to climb them all is called a Munro Bagger. Having never done any hillwalking in Scotland before (save maybe the walk to the Old Man of Hoy in the Orkney Islands), I figured what better way to claim my first peak than to hike up to the summit of the southernmost Munro as well as being the peak with the name of the National Park it is in!
The walk took us about six hours, round-trip, and while it was not a challenging hike, per se, it was a beautiful one, nonetheless. Ben Lomond is tall (974 meters, or 3,196 feet above sea level) and since you start very near sea level, the whole elevation is yours to climb. Well...climb is a bit of an overstatement. The walk up Ben Lomond is a pretty easy ramp along a well-marked trail. About three quarters of the way up, the ramp does steepen and the going gets a bit slower, but it's still not challenging if you take your time.
Beautiful views of Loch Lomond all the way up to the summit
My friend and I kept a good pace the entire way up to the top. We had to since even though the sun was out, the wind was a bit chilly, but the views from the walk of both the summit - which would be hidden by clouds for short periods of time - and the beautiful lake beneath us were stunning! There was still snow up at the top on the steep, north-facing slopes, and though we enjoyed it at first, we quickly steered away from it, realising that the possibility that any of the snow packs could collapse and avalanche down the mountain was pretty high!
By the time we got to the summit, the weather had cleared up enough for some good photos and the views of the Arrochar Alps across the lake and the Trossachs to the north were great! We had lunch up there shortly after 1:00 pm, but didn't stay long since we still had to descend. Rather than going down the same way we came up, we headed down a smaller ridge that ran parallel to the lakeshore, bringing us right back to the parking lot. Once down from the top, the wind died down a bit more and the clouds all but vanished. We stopped for a wee snack and watched a Royal Air Force jet fly through the lake valley below us for some sort of training mission. By the time we got to the car, it was nearly 4pm so we had one last little snack on the lakeshore before heading back into Glasgow.
(there's more below the Ben Lomond slideshow!)
Ben Vane
Date: 19 April 2014
Later on in the same week - again, the weather couldn't have been better - a larger group of my friends from the office and I carpooled out to the south side of Loch Lomond to climb Ben Vane, another Munro, 915 metres (3,002 feet) above sea level. While not as high as Ben Lomond, Ben Vane offered up some extra challenges. Mainly, we had to find our own path from the access road up to the path on the trail guide, and higher up the trail got quite steep and we zig-zagged our way up between large rock outcrops, scrambled over boulders and other rocks, and slipped our way over some small snow patches, all the while dodging sheep and trying to keep our feet dry while walking over purely soggy ground!
One of the many sheep that dotted the hillslopes on the way up Ben Vane - keeping a keen
eye on us as we summit the Munro. Ben Lomond in the background.
It was great, though. We started off at the Inveruglas parking lot on the shores of Loch Lomond and had to walk up a very long access road past a hydro power station. We couldn't find the trail from the access road up to the ridge we were supposed to follow to the summit so we just marched on up a big long slope, dotted with boulders and massive rock outcrops sticking up from the water-saturated muck beneath our feet. We had perfect views over Ben Lomond and Loch Lomond and with plenty of shaggy sheep running every which way, there were plenty of pure-Scotland moments!
Once we got to the top of the ridge, we followed its gradual path up to the base of the real mountain. Here, the path took steep hairpin turns with large steps up over rocks with a big outcrop every so often that offered a good place to take a break for a moment and steal some fantastic views of the surrounding Arrochar Alps!
The walk was a long and steep one - a bit more strenuous than Ben Lomond. It was one of those mountains that every time you think you reach the summit, there's more to go! The path eventually gives way to some scrambling up and around some rocks, down some rocks, and over some snow banks, but we finally reached the top and were rewarded with stunning views of Ben Lomond, Ben Ime, A'Chrois, the Cobbler, and Beinn Narnain. The schist rock that underlies the Arrochar Alps stuck out in many places at the summit, showing off its beautifully warped and metamorphosed structure, giving the whole summit an incredibly unique geologic feel!
The thing with Munro Bagging (at least from what I've experienced in the two hikes I've done), is that you don't linger at the summits for very long. We stayed up at the top for maybe fifteen minutes before turning right back around and heading down. But the whole walk was well worth it. We had a good group of people, a fantastically nimble dog, and stunning weather! And I can't wait to tick-off the other Munros of the Arrochar Alps off my list soon!
A few months ago, back in early September, I took off early
and flew from Sydney to Hamilton Island, one of the entry airports to the
Whitsunday Islands on the central Queensland Coast. I’d heard about the
Whitsundays from a couple of friends who’d been there before and the more I
looked into it, the more these pristine islands, world-famous for their sailing
cruises, appealed to me.
The beautifully hazy Whitsunday Islands
If you’re traveling on a budget and have the time, you might
consider flying in to Mackay a few hours to the south. But if you sign up for
discount airlines’ emails, you can get affordable tickets right into either
Proserpine airport at Airlie Beach (on the mainland) or into Hamilton Island
airport on, well, Hamilton Island. When I booked my tickets Hamilton Island was
my best entry point and it was still cheaper and more convenient to buy a
round-trip ferry ticket to Airlie Beach on the mainland than it is to fly into
Mackay and find your way up to Airlie Beach. Alternatively, if you have a good
couple of hundred of dollars in your pocket, which I as a student do not, you
can just stay out on Hamilton Island in one of their very swanky
accommodations.
I got in on a Friday afternoon while the flight was smooth
most of the way up, the winds coming in off the Pacific made for a very bumpy
and tipsy landing – one of the worst I’ve experienced in a while! With that
said, the views coming in to Hamilton Island are stunning. Beautiful blue
water, dozens of lush green islands, and stunningly white sandy beaches. It
makes landing on a short island runway all worth it!
The weather wasn’t all that great and I began preparing
myself for a less-than-relaxing sunny beach weekend than I expected. While
waiting for the ferry to take us to the mainland, the clouds came in dark and
ominous and at times spitted a bit of rain. Back in February of 2013, a massive
storm struck the islands causing widespread damage that was still visible in
September as some boats were still washed up onto breakwaters, shoals, and
jetties – but of course none of the tourism ads show that but rather want you
to think it is always sunny here (something the girls in the row in front of me
on the plane clearly had in mind). It all just depends on what you get and you
should just prepare yourself to have fun no matter what.
And that was my plan. I’d booked a bed at the YHA in Airlie
Beach and planned on doing some beach-visiting, snorkeling, and bushwalking
while I was here over the next day and a half. Like all other YHA hostels I’ve
stayed at, the one in Airlie was fine for accommodation, though maybe a bit
more utilitarian. It was quiet when you wanted it to be and comfortable,
though, so I had no problems with it. It is a backpackers’ accommodation
though, and one thing you can’t get away from is the constant pressure to
socialise with anyone else who happens to be staying in your room. I’d booked a
bed in a dorm and there was a nice guy from Sweden in there who immediately
started chatting me up. I was fine with that for a few minutes, but the
incessant need for him to keep asking me questions about where I was from, why
I was in Airlie Beach, and what I was going to do there started driving me
crazy. After a series of me giving him one word responses, I decided I needed a
sign that reads, “The only reason I’m staying here is because it’s cheap,”
especially if I keep staying at hostels rather than the more expensive
beach-side resorts.
The cormorant welcoming committee in Airlie Beach
I really wasn’t trying to be antisocial, but I had already
decided on the flight in that this was going to be a nice me-weekend. Unfortunately,
Airlie Beach is just not a place for that as backpackers are literally
everywhere and the atmosphere in nearly all of the local pubs and bars plays
testament to the party scene Airlie is so well known for.
I decided on a pub for a burger desert – it doesn’t really
matter which pub; they’re all crap and went back to the hostel to test out my
new LifeProof waterproof iPhone case. Initially, I’d wanted to invest in a
GoPro camera for all of the snorkeling I was going to be doing over the next
few months, but they’re not cheap and instead I decided an iPhone case was the
next best thing. Customer reviews did nothing but rave about LifeProof cases
and for $70, I figured I’d take the risk and after unpackaging the case in the
hostel and submerging it in a rubbish bin full of water (without the phone in
it, of course) for half an hour, the inside proved to be perfectly dry. I was
happy with it enough to give it a go out on the reefs.
Early the next morning, me and a few other backpackers (I
hate using that term for myself, but it’s just easier) were picked up from the
YHA by Ocean Rafting, a company I found through Trip Advisor which is
eco-certified and boasts their pro-environmentalism vehemently on their
website. Considering the Earth is continuously warming and ocean acidification
an ever increasing problem, I figured it would be responsible of me to go out
to the islands and reefs with a company that so clearly cares about the
environment they take tourists to. Ocean Rafting also was appealing because their
boats only take ~25 people on them so you get a much more personalised and
intimate tour of the Whitsundays. Finally, Ocean Rafting has a sister company
in Cape Tribulation (Ocean Safari) and you can get a small discount if you book
a combo trip with both companies and since I’d be going up to Cape Tribulation
in October when my family visited, I figured I might as well save a few bucks!
We were some of the first ones out to the dock where our
boat, Thunderstruck, was moored and
it took a while for everyone else on our tour to show up, but soon we were all
squeezed into our wetsuits – a new experience for me – and stepping on to Thunderstruck which was an open-topped
speedboat with large pontoons on either side. We could either sit on the
benches or on the pontoons and our van-driver that morning said today was a
perfect day to ride up front or on the pontoons since the swell coming in off
the ocean was still pretty big and the boat was designed for wavy conditions. I
had no intention of missing out on any bit of adventure, so I rocked on up to
the front row of benches with a truly Irish couple – the guy had a penchant for
saying, “Fuck” and “Shit” every other word – which got to be a bit much by the
end of the day, but they were good company.
The sun was not out in full brightness yet, but I could tell
that the rough weather experienced on my arrival the night before was clearing
up and by the time we picked another few people up from Daydream Island and
passed through the Molle Islands, the clouds had disappeared and it was
obviously going to be a great day! There are dozens of islands in the
Whitsundays and when big ocean swells hit them, the waves are refracted around
the islands, funneled between narrow passages, and come at you from every which
way, which made our boat ride out to the channel between Hook and Whitsunday
Islands incredibly bouncy and fun! People were screaming as the prow of the
boat lifted up over a wave and came crashing down into the trough on the other
side. Our morning driver was right – the choppier the water, the better the
ride is on these boats!
We passed through the narrow channel between Hook and
Whitsunday Islands and turned right to follow the shoreline of Whitsunday
Island which rose up from the sea in steep, bare granite cliffs. It wasn’t
before long and the boat slowed down on the opposite side of a skinny peninsula
that separated us from the famous Whitehaven Inlet and beach. We hiked up to
the ridgeline of this skinny peninsula barefoot and in our wetsuits through the
subtropical heat and humidity to a vantage point from which you can see
Whitehaven Beach in all of its pristine, white, sandy glory!
Beautiful turquoise waters and white sand of Whitehaven Beach and Whitsunday Inlet.
To the local Aboriginal people, the Whitsunday Islands are
sacred and focus heavily in their Dreamtime stories and of particular
significance are the literally thousands of stingrays that call the estuary
home. The estuary itself is not terribly long but it is quite wide and the
stream flowing out to the ocean is clearly marked from the white sandy deposits
by its bold, brilliant, turquoise colour. From the viewing platform, you see
not only the stunning estuary, but you look down over bright white sand spits
built by longshore currents transporting sand down from Whitehaven beach which
stretches as far as you can see in front of you. Geologically, the sand on
Whitehaven Beach has been transported hundreds of kilometers along the
Australian coast and the purest quartz sand grains are eventually deposited
along the beach as coastal currents eddy between the Islands. The fine silica
sand is so pure that even on the hottest days it is quite cool to the touch
because quartz just does not retain heat well. It is easy to see why the
Whitsunday Islands are designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
We didn’t linger long at the viewing platform, abandoning it
for lunch down on the white sand spit at the mouth of the estuary. The great
thing about the tour with Ocean Rafting is that they are the only company
allowed to anchor in the estuary itself. No other company is allowed to anchor
here and no one is allowed to remove anything from the beach or any of the
islands due in part to their listing as a World Heritage site, but also due to
their sacred significance to the local Aboriginal people. Only one organization
has legally been allowed to remove sand from the beach. Back when NASA was
building the Hubble Telescope, they needed the purest silica in the world to
melt and form the telescope’s lenses, as any impurity at all would ruin the
telescope’s capabilities of photographing space’s wonders.
We spent about an hour on the white sand spit trying to keep
our lunches from being stolen by seagulls. No one really talked and while I
think it was because of the sun and hunger, I’d like to believe it was because
everyone was in awe at this magnificent gem of natural beauty!
After lunch, our boat took us back north toward Hook Island
and through what the captain and tour guide referred to as the Devil’s Washing
Machine – an area of water where the swirling eddies converge together and the
ocean’s wave double in height! Sitting on the side pontoon of the boat, with
nothing to hold on to but a small canvas strap between my legs, this proved to
be much bouncier of a ride than if I’d had a seat in the boat but it was
amazingly fun feeling your body leave your seat as the boat falls back to the
water after running off the crest of a wave!
Soon we arrived at the first of our two snorkeling sites on
the east side of Hook Island. This was the first time I was going to have
willingly jumped into the ocean since I went snorkeling in New Zealand’s Bay of
Islands, which was the beginning of conquering my personal and very irrational
fear of the ocean! I knew that putting myself in with a group of people who
weren’t afraid to just jump in the ocean would pressure me into not being a
chicken, but then while the captain was explaining what we’d be seeing at this
site, his deckhand pulled a jar of fish food out and started throwing the
little kernels of food into the water. As he did this schools of fish too many
to count would swarm the water where the food landed – mostly schools of a
blue-yellow fish (NOT SURE WHAT IT’S CALLED??).But what worried me the most was the much larger Maori wrasse – massive
fish that can grow to six feet in length with large beak-like mouths.
Supposedly, Maori wrasse are harmless, but their size was intimidating enough
for me to hold back on the boat much longer than everyone else, petrified to
jump in in case one of these massive fish were to sneak up on me!
But money talks, and I reminded myself that I’d bought the
waterproof iPhone case for this purpose and that I needed to put it to good
use. I slipped on my flippers, tucked my camera into the sleeve of my wetsuit,
donned my mask and snorkel and flopped off the side of the boat. I was in, and
it was amazing! Whereas we saw heaps of sea urchins and seaweed amongst the
rocks snorkeling in New Zealand, there was nothing but fish and coral here!
Huge stacks of all of the coral you’ve seen in movies, books, and pictures and
just as many types I’d never seen or heard of before! There were loads of fish
– mostly the ones schooling around the food but also rainbow parrotfish, big
fish, small fish, and yes, even the great Maori wrasse which I saw sneaking up
on me from behind, though turned away before getting too close to me!
We were in the water for about an hour before being called
back to the boat, which didn’t take me long as I didn’t dare venture too far
away, but took some of the more intrepid explorers a wee bit longer. Because of
the windy weather that hit the islands on the previous few days, sand had been
stirred up all around the islands that made visibility low and the captain
thought we might have better luck a few bays further around the island. We made
the short trip to the next bay and spent another hour or so exploring the
corals here. Indeed visibility was better and I was a bit more adventurous and
tried seeing as much of the reef as I could. It was truly like being in an
underwater wonder world and even I was amazed at how quickly my inhibitions
melted away under the spell of the reef.
Parrotfish on the reef!
I think everyone should be able to experience a tropical
reef up close at some point in their life- though the scientist in me cautions anyone who does to be very
conscious about what company they use to get to the reefs. Climate change,
warming ocean waters, and acidifying oceans are killing reefs all around the
world. They are some of the most delicate and fragile ecosystems in the world
yet are crucial for the survival and sustenance of all the oceans.
It was getting late and we boarded the boat one last time
before finishing our circumnavigation of Hook Island, past the old resort of
Hayman Island, and back toward Airlie Beach. The seas were still rough but
I wasn’t upset I once more found myself riding the pontoon on the way back for
one of the wettest rides on the boat!
There’s nothing to report from my second night in Airlie
Beach because it’s a dive and not worth wasting words on.
I woke up early on my third day in the Whitsundays and
walked back to the ferry docks to catch the first ferry back to Hamilton
Island. My flight back to Sydney wasn’t until later in the afternoon, but I
wanted to do a bit of bushwalking and it looked like there were some great
trails on Hamilton Island. Indeed, once you get past all of the resort villas,
bungalows, hotels, condos, and conference centres, you find a track that leads
up to the rocky lookout called, Passage Peak.
It only took about an hour to reach the peak, though unless
you’re an avid hiker, I’d plan on it taking more than that. The weather was
hot, but the sky was perfectly clear for looking out over the islands from one
of the highest points in the islands! Fluffy white clouds marched through the
sky in endless precession, casting shadows on the clear turquoise water. I had
a nice chat with some other bushwalkers at the top and they pointed out some
pairs of whales they’d seen while I told them about Whitehaven Beach which you
could see over the lush green slopes of neighboring Whitsunday Island. Though
it was Sunday in Australia, it was a Michigan Game-Day Saturday back home, and
in true fashion, I proudly wore my UM Jersey, which I also had to explain to
the other hikers, but they generously took photos of me, saving me from yet more
selfies. Eventually they left and thus left me to one of the most spectacular
viewing points of natural beauty I’ve ever seen!
Going Blue during a bushwalk to the summit of Passage Peak on Hamilton Island. I believe we beat Indiana that day!
I had plenty of time to walk back to the airport, so I took
my time with it singing Michigan Songs from Glee Club on the way down since I
think it was the weekend we beat Indiana. I called and chatted to my sister
over lunch and then made my way to the airport which is conveniently within
walking distance from the marina and after not too long was back in the air
headed home to Sydney.
My weekend in the Whitsunday Islands reaffirmed
what I’ve learned so often in Australia: it does not take much time or money to
have amazing experiences in beautiful locations. I was away for less than three
days, yet I have some of the most vivid memories of nature, landscapes, the
ocean, and animals I’ve ever had. If you get the chance, go! To the
Whitsundays, absolutely, but also to anywhere you’ve been wanting to see!
