Twig Adventures

Day 96: From solitude to city bustle

March 8th

Roses Hut (km2660) – Lake Hayes (km2691)

Mileage: 19.3mi/31km

There was a freeze overnight but somehow I managed to stay plenty warm in my 30 degree quilt. I was quite surprised. Everything was covered in frost in the morning, even my tent. I also had a ton of condensation on the inside. It’s crazy the variation from one campsite to the next. I was longing for some pine trees.

The morning started off with yet another climb but it felt good to warm up. On the way up, I spotted a New Zealand Falcon sitting on a trail marker. I saw a pair flying overhead a few days ago but forgot to mention it. This is another first for my bird list and a very welcome sighting. This one took off after a little bird that it spotted. It was so cool to see the speed at which it departed. Later, I saw one riding the air currents up the ridge. How majestic. Add another bird to my favorites list.

Then it was down to the Arrow River, where we followed the low water route, which meant basically walking in the river. It was a beautiful little creek, very shallow and with flat, multi-colored stones. It was a pleasure to walk in, except for my feet being numb for over an hour.

We came to Macetown, an old gold-mining ghost town. There were a few restored buildings and some interpretative signs. We had lunch under an old apple tree and I even took a nap while my tent de-frosted. This laid-back style of tramping is quite nice. Then there was another climb over aptly named Big Hill walkway. Views of the Arrowtown and Queenstown valleys opened up. It was marevlous, save for all the development. This area is booming with new housing and foreign investment.

Then we came to Arrowtown. I stayed here in a holiday park cabin on my first trip. I don’t think the holiday park is around anymore…property is too valuable. Back then, I also watched a new release, Whale Rider, in a tiny cinima in town but again, nothing I saw today was recognizable. Just lots of tourists doing their funny tourist antics.

I walked on, through a golf course and past huge mansions. I stopped at the clubhouse, where they were nice enough to fill my waterbottles. I was on a roll in the late afternoon, trying to cover as many kms to Queenstown before finding a stealth spot to camp. This was going to be very tricky given the proximity to massive sprawl in the area.

I was in a zone when I glanced at my GPS to see that I was 3 kms off-route! I had been following a bike path that apparently has various courses. I was still parallel to the TA and rather than backtrack, I turned off on a residential road to try to reconnect. It was an old farm area that has been subdivided into mansion plots. I strolled past these multi-million dollar houses and came to a dirt road leading over the hill towards the lake. It showed on my map as nearly meeting up with the TA route. Once in the paddock, I went cross-country down towards the lake. I could just see the path to reconnect when I paused. It was 7 pm and this was the perfect setting for a stealth camp. I managed to locate a flat spot and marvelled at my luck in finding such a great setting.

Far up the hill, out of site of the path, but with views across the lake and towards the Remarkables Range. There were more mansions across the lake and crew teams out for a late practice, but I doubt anyone noticed my little camouflaged tent on the hill, amongst some trees.

Once it got dark, I could see the stars and reflections on the lake right from where I laid my head. The only downside was the noise from the highway across the lake. That and an upset possum that was prattling on about my presence in his spot. He could just stuff it for all I cared, I had THE spot. And once again, thanks to getting lost.


  1. Hello … a group of us met you at the bridge to nowhere…and gave you some biscuits. Since then I have been reading some of your articles and must tell you how much I enjoy reading them. Very descriptive and detailed.
    You must be nearing the end of your journey?
    Jacqui Middleton

    1. Thank you so much for your comments! I still remember that day well and was just telling a friend about how kind it was to receive such trail magic. Yes, I am almost done with only one week left. I am half tempted to turn around and begin all over again, going North. It has been an incredible experience, thanks to good people like you.

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