It was a long weekend in Chch and as the hordes of Saturday & Sunday campers headed our way, we headed there’s and took off to Hanmer Springs – a micro adventure spot just a couple of hours north.
Amberley houses a bronze statue of Charles Upham – he won not only one, but two Victoria Crosses for bravery during WW2 – an inspiration to both old and young.
Connical Hill walk gives you spectacular views of the valley with pastures green and Alpine heights. The meander through the tall forest up with bird song drowns out the chat of meaningless gossip.
But the real huff and puff is always left for the mountain bike ride – up Jacks Pass, north on the Clarence Valley floor and then down Jollies Pass. Legs are tested climbing and hands tested keeping fingers on brakes ascending as the steepness of down is adrenalin focus not to go over the side.
To sit and soak in the thermal pools relieves pain spots braved – a ride worthy of crossing off your list and take solace, the victory is worth it.
Upham and over – wasn’t just bronze, it was golden
At 919 metres, Mount Herbert is the highest point on Banks Peninsula. The Maori name is Te Ahu Pātiki.
A nice day climb to view Pantagonia from. Accessed from Orton Bradley Park – watch out for rocks that are crusted cow shit pads, and the sea of yellow is very prickly.
Stunning views of mountains, plains and water … right on our back door step.
Walking through a plantation after leaving Orton Bradley Park.
What is it?
Now that looks like fun at height!
A dream can always be realised if you keep going, no matter the obstacle :0)
Apartment living, insect style.
Too much sun for this lazy cow!
Which is the rock and which is the foot print thinking a cow shit pad was a rock … clever photography though, same finger used twice!
Must get some walking shoes/boots as the toe nails were stink.
View from Mt Herbert shelter toward Christchurch.
The hills are alive with the sound of ‘yeeooowwww’ as this is gorse in full bloom. And it’s prickly so bloomin hurts!
An extinct volcano of Lyttelton harbour.
Looking south toward Lake Forsyth where big eels live!
Cuddle at 919 metres :0)
Last glimpse of awe – some – awe.
Reflection of the top.
Jaunt, jaundice and joints – that is what you get when you do a 12km walking jaunt and there is a 1000 metre ascent straight up at the start … tripping up and landing on your left butt cheek (BClaire) to have a jaundice patch appear the size of ya hand … and both not moving the best having sore joints the day after because we are old.
Jeez, stupidity is no joke!