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Day One: From Christchurch to Springfield – 60 km
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Finally – the ride begins! I am the engine that will move the 14.5 kg. (32 lbs.) bike and 23 kg (50 lbs.) of bags and gear that I have decided were essential for me to bring along. It is far from my bike touring ideal, which would be something like this – just me and the bike, a handlebar bag, and a credit card! Still, it is time to get this show on the road!
Click here for the Google map of the day’s route.
My 1400-kilometer ride began with a very easy first day. It is about 60 km to Springfield, a small community (maybe 200 people) in the eastern foothills of the Southern Alps. I spent most of the four hours pedalling slightly uphill since Springfield is at 400 m and I started at close to zero.
Given that it was a Monday, work week traffic was in evidence as I left Christchurch via Riccarton and Yaldhurst Roads. Soon I was on the Old West Coast Road, choosing it instead of SH73 (the new West Coast Road). I had visions of seeing the river as I cycled along but a strip of farm land along the river prevents this. Views are scarce, given the trees and shrubs lining much of the road, but it is a nice, easy start to the trip and gave me time to get a feel for the fully loaded bike. Notice the paved shoulder that took the edge off of any passing traffic, of which there was very little until I got to Sheffield and joined SH73.
A short break at Sheffield, where I stopped for a coffee and a mini cherry pie at the Sheffield Pie Shop while watching the steady stream of customers picking up their favourites. (Unsurprisingly, not a lot of veggie options available!) Then it was back on the saddle on State Highway (SH) 73 all the way to Springfield. Early afternoon traffic was a bit heavier but the paved shoulder made a difference.
There are a couple of accommodation options in Springfield. I had put my Hostelling International card to use and pre-booked a private single room at the YHA hostel (aka Smylie’s). (Click here for some travellers’ reviews.) As I would do for every night of my tour, I kept the bike in the room with me. Keiko, the co-owner of the hostel, had informed me that there was a shed out back where i could store it overnight but I will admit that I basically ignored that bit of information and brought the bike in. Call me paranoid or overly suspicious – I feel better when I can see it!
There isn’t a lot in Springfield- but there is a decent cafe/restaurant and a convenience store where you can find what you need – and like most hostels, Smylie’s had a fully-equipped kitchen for travellers so inclined. I chose the restaurant option and headed to The Yello Shack across the road to see what they might have for a vegetarian. For the one and only time of the trip I would order the most typical NZ veggie option – the quiche. And since I was still learning the Kiwi coffee lingo, the server was kind enough to make it all clear for me. From this point on I knew that what I wanted was a Flat White .
Not yet mentioned is the Highlight of any visit to Springfield- the three-meter high psychedelic pink donut which celebrates the connection between this place on the map and Homer Simpson’s hometown a half a world away. I had a “Duh” moment of my own when it took me a couple of walks past the monument to finally realize the connection.
This morning, as I took a break from uploading images and writing text for this post, Viggo (our dog) and I went for our morning Riverdale ramble and what should we see but this proof that the wit and wisdom of Homer Simpson is recognized the world over!
Day Two: From Springfield to Arthur’s Pass Village – 82 km
(Click here for the Lonely Planet description of the route from Springfield to Greymouth. Unfortunately, the graphs do not appear but the text is useful.)
Not all cyclists want to have a detailed knowledge of the route or even of the weather forecast. One guy I met said he just likes to deal with it as it comes up instead of worrying about it beforehand. I’ll admit to being the opposite – I like to know all the details beforehand so that I am entering the situation with information that may help me make better choices given the possibilities and probabilities.
Having said that, take a look at the following maps which illustrate the climb to Porter’s Pass –
While both graphic representations of the terrain present the same information, the second graphic has a greater immediate impact. It took me a while to stop thinking of the graph as a literal representation of the situation – and when I did the upcoming road seemed less steep! For the sake of completeness, here is what the Pedallers’ Paradise book does for the same stretch but with east on the right and west on the left-
From the above it is clear that this day’s ride was a bit more of a challenge than the essentially flat terrain from Christchurch to Springfield. The Moon New Zealand Handbook describes the road over the next two days this way- “the highest and most spectacular highway across the Southern Alps”. Sounds pretty amazing! The most difficult part of the day came in the first hour or so as I approached the one serious climb to the top of Porter’s Pass – by the time I was up there taking in the spectacular views, I had gained more altitude than in all of Day One’s ride!
Also experienced in this first stretch was my first single-lane bridge; it turned out to be a non-event since the traffic was quite light. For some reason the Lonely Planet guide book had made a big deal of it and I was expecting more. This was just one of the many instances where hyperbole and gushy over-writing seem to characterize the guide book’s approach. On the other hand, forewarned is forearmed. Obviously, be alert but to sum up the single-lane bridge with a Kiwi phrase – “no worries”.
If you’re coming from Christchurch Porter’s Pass (942m) i will be more work than Arthur’s Pass (920m) because the altitude gain is greater.
On this stretch of road I finally met my first bike tourist, an English guy in his late 20’s headed for Christchurch who had been on the road in NZ and part of Asia for the past year. For someone who camped most nights and made his own food to keep costs down he was carrying a negligible load – i.e. less stuff than I had for my little 20-day tour! He told me I was just around the corner from the limestone rock formation at Castle Hill Conservation Area. Apparently the Dalai Lama had visited the site and declared it to be “one of the spiritual centers of the universe”. What could that mean and was he being serious? Perhaps the Springfield Donut had not yet been erected when he passed by or he would have picked it instead of the Castle Hill Rocks? Whatever the case, below is a shot of the rock formations from a distance –
I really should have made the effort to walk up to the hilltop and see the site up-close but having walked about 300 meters along the path I realized that I had left my telelphoto lens behind and I just did not feel right about the unlocked bike. Back I went to get the lens and lock the bike – but when I got there I decided just to move on down the road. A missed opportunity to contemplate the Dalai Lama’s words. Here are some shots of the neighbourhood –
It was only when I got back home that I discovered that the reason the vehicles were parked there was because of a limestone cave system that the visitors were exploring. I was keen on getting to Flock Hill Lodge for a late lunch so I pushed on but here is a link which explains what the Cave Stream Scenic Reserve has on offer.
My destination this day – the Mountain House YHA in Arthur’s Pass Village, just four kilometers before the pass itself. I got there shortly after six; it had been a long day and my notion of a twenty kph average was being revised downwards to a more realistic fifteen.
I found my room in one of the satellite houses the hostel has above the main lodge and checked out the one restaurant open at 7:30 – the Wobbly Kea – and deciding that $28. for a pizza was a bit much and that yet more Quiche was not the answer, I went back to my home for the night, dug out the Backpacker’s Pantry Pad Thai from deep in my pannier, and made use of the kitchen facilities. Sharing the house with me was a German woman doing some hiking on the trails in the area and an Aussie hopping from YHA to YHA on a two-week bus trip on South Island.
Day Three: From Arthur’s Pass Village to Greymouth via Kamaka – 107 km
The reward for a day of mostly going up is a glorious day of going down – but only after getting to the top of Arthur’s pass within the first 30 minutes of leaving the hostel. Then the exhilarating 55 kilometer-an-hour blast down to the Tasman Sea began. There was one problem – the rain. It started just as I left the convenience store/cafe/restaurant across the road from the Wobbly Kea and would continue for the rest of the morning. Out came the rain gear – the Goretex jacket and pants and the waterproof shoe covers. As for head covering I just put the hood on and the helmet on top. My glasses could have used windshield wipers – so they came off.
Not sure how the loaded bike would handle the wet road, I went down the other side with both hands on the brakes and actually crossed the Otira Gorge Bridge before i realized that I was further than expected. The following is the only shot I got of a spot that I had planned to work a bit for a great shot. Maybe next time!
As the above pix perhaps show, there was very little traffic on the road the morning I went over the pass. The road can be narrow at times but it certainly not the horror show that some had said it would be. Visible clothing colours and being attentive should eliminate most potential dangerous situations. For example, when oncoming tour bus or trucks came towards me just as another truck approached from behind, I sometimes (especially on uphills) got off the road and off my bike for a few seconds, checking to see if there was a build-up of vehicles behind the large one coming from behind. In any case, I cannot think of one incident during my entire 1400-km ride that had me looking heavenward in thanks for a disaster narrowly averted.
The goal on the downside was the historic Jackson’s Tavern where I planned to stop for a bite to eat. This would also be my cue that the turn-off for the Lake Brunner Road was coming up very soon. I’d follow that road all the way to Stillwater.
The Lake Brunner Road is pretty much flat with few climbs to elevate the heart rate very much. The two following pix sum it up –
Running alongside the Brunner Road for a while was the railway tracks used by the TransAlpine train, the Christchurch to Greymouth and back tourist train; you can see the tracks crossing the valley floor in the image below.
This road will take me to lunch at Moana, on the shores of the lake, and then all the way to Stillwater, an industrial suburb about fifteen kilometers east of Greymouth. This is where it would get interesting! I actually had a mission this day! I was looking for a Kiwi named Graeme Stuart!
Back in 1978 my university buddy Roy and I, both of us with summers off from our jobs as high school teachers, spent the summer in the Yukon hiking (the Kiwi term is “tramping”) the Chilkoot Trail from Skagway, Alaska to Lake Bennett, B.C. and then canoeing some 735 kilometers (460 miles) down the Yukon River from Whitehorse to Dawson City.
At Lake Bennett, the end of the hike, while waiting for the train to take us to Whitehorse, we met a new Zealander named Graeme, travelling solo for a couple of months before he was to join up with his parents in Edmonton for the British Commonwealth Games. Over a big pot of fresh popcorn, a few beers, and lots of laughs we found ourselves a sympatico fellow traveller who was keen on coming along on our canoe trip. This worked out great since Roy’s student Jim had done the hike and was coming along for the paddle too. (Two paddlers per Canadian canoe is the norm.) Later that summer – or was it in the fall? – Graeme’s parents actually stayed at my rental flat in Toronto. I was hoping that Graeme would be able to straighten me out on details I’ve forgotten!
It would have been a blast to see him again after 35 years! This is all the address that Roy has for Graeme – Stillwater-Kamaka, South island.
We knew that his family had a farm and this satellite image seems to suit the description:
When I passed through Stillwater I did stop at the hotel/pub to see if the name sounded familiar to anyone. The manager seemed to be relatively new in the community so she wasn’t able to help. Off I went up SH7 to the point marked Kamaka on the maps. Roy’s theory was that Kamaka is the name of the Stuart homestead, just like the name Ponderosa belongs to the Cartwrights of Bonanza fame. Below is what I found when I got there.
No Stuart name though. I checked the mailbox and found this instead –
The next step was to wheel down to the house and see if anyone was home. It didn’t look good as I waited for a couple of minutes and was about to give up when someone came to the door. It was Mr. Hornes, the new inhabitant of the house. He knew little about the Stuarts but did tell me that they had perhaps moved in 2006 or so, after having trouble selling their property and having a farm rental agency take it over for them. He did add that the dairy farm’s location on the floodplains of the Grey River and the proximity of the rail line were a couple of negatives that might explain why the property hadn’t sold. As for the Stuarts, they might be in Reefton or in Picton, he thought, though he couldn’t say for sure. I left, taking a last look at what Graeme had once known as home and disappointed that things had not unfolded in the way I had hoped.
An upcoming project will involve mailing post cards to all the Stuarts in Reefton and Picton with a simple question – Would you be related to Graeme Stuart?
It was now shortly after four and I headed for Greymouth, the biggest town I would be passing through until I got to Queenstown about a week later.
I had a room waiting for me at the YHA in Greymouth. The guidebooks are a bit rough on this town of 10,000. It does have a number of decent restaurants and made for a nice easy introduction to the West Coast. I found my way to the Priya Indian Restaurant not far from the hostel and had a filling curry/rice/naan meal. For lunch chocolate bars and Gatorade had to suffice – I had cycled past Moana’s business area and was on the outskirts when it became clear that there would be no more restaurants! I was just not motivated enough to cycle back to find a eatery in town.
Three days and my Coast to Coast was done! Hardly a blistering pace but I felt great and had been rewarded with some fine views and great weather overall . Seeing Graeme would have capped it all off. I walked along the seawall by the water’s edge behind some Japanese tourists, took a few shots of the town at dusk, and called it a day.
The next day would be the start of a new leg of my South Island tour – the ride down to Haast.