Taieri Recreational Tramping Club

1. 29/06/2022. Invermay/Silverstream (combined trampers and hikers). Leaders Grant and Barbara

We saw our names listed on the upcoming trips beside the Invermay walkway.  As we both had spent most of our working careers at Invermay (80+ years between us), we used some institutional knowledge to make our plans.

Our recce for this adventure was based on a presumed 15 (or maybe 20 if we’re lucky) hikers and we made our plans accordingly.  The Invermay campus café was particularly happy to oblige as he had a busy week of catering events, and this number would be a walk in the park; so to speak.

After we had posted our ‘preview’ things changed and interest mushroomed.  Over the week preceding the hike, numbers had risen to 53 for lunch, dipped for some late Covid catchers, and risen again with some late notifications (or those whose attendance had escaped me!).

Wednesday 29 June 2022, dawned overcast, with an ominous red glow (well it was ominous if you were a hike leader).   A pre-meet check of the previously placed blocks across the Silverstream, under the rail bridge, and a whip around to our old stamping ground to check on the room set up, confirmed we were as organised as it was possible to be when one party had been awake since 4am contemplating what could go wrong (or whether the distance was manageable … for him).

With both tramper and hiker emergency bags available to us, there were extra fluoro jackets available which was a bonus.  After a brief meet & greet, we left the rugby club – almost on time.  One leader attempted to pass on (her) anxiety about timeframes, as lunch was being provided for 12-sharp.  A hiking visitor offered to don a fluoro jacket and was asked to keep count of hikers, a role he performed admirably considering the number of folk joining us enroute – including some who joined us on the banks of the Silverstream as we were virtually passing their back door.  A brief morning tea stop was allowed at the Taieri Airport, where it was thought helicopter activity would keep any aviation enthusiasts happy; albeit briefly.

Morning tea at Heli Otago (photo & caption John)

At this time, a new member phoned a leader to ask where the group was (note to friends of new members / Committee – remember to emphasise the variation in summer & winter start times to newbies).  He’d thought the start time was 10am.  A quick trip was made from the rugby club carpark around to the airport, where he left his vehicle, and our numbers rose further. On his arrival, we departed single-file-ish along Stedman Road behind the airport buildings with a vehicle in front flashing hazard lights warning oncoming traffic of our impending approach!

Crossing the road, we dropped down to the Silverstream, managing the gate obstacle in whatever fashion best suited each individual, and under the rail bridge.  Those who had feared getting their feet wet making the crossing, were audibly relieved to find vibrapac blocks strategically placed and the majority managed to cross without their fears being realised.  Those with poles managed much easier – and thanks to all those who shared their poles with comrades.

Silverstream crossing under the rail bridge (photo & caption Barbara)

We continued the length of the track north of the railway line towards the Puddle Alley Picnic area.

Regrouping stop with the roosters (photo & caption John)

Leader #2 was there before us and had alerted the tree surgeons who were working on the eucalypts right beside the track that a large party was heading their way.  They kindly turned off their gear as we came in sight up the rise, letting us safely past.  As we dropped down the short steep little track leading to the picnic area proper (which was slippery with overnight damp) we were met by more members.  Without really pausing, we continued across the picnic spot to rejoin the track heading under the bridge at Puddle Alley, continuing on the next extension of the track.  The track had been temporarily closed up until a week before we were due to use it (which had caused us some mild ‘panic’).  As it is now reopened, we’ve included a photo of the new signage so that members who weren’t with us have a heads up of the “rules”.

User beware (photo & caption Barbara)

The track meandered beside the Silverstream for a kilometer or two until we reached the gate indicating the end of public access.

Last leg of the accessible Invermay track (photo & caption Barbara)

Having previously received permission from AgResearch the group continued up through the former dump site.  Beehives were visible but didn’t interfere with progress.  Navigating the hill up to the forestry we had been asked to avoid the last 700m of the Invermay walking track which remains incomplete, and instead we continued on the right-hand side up the farm track to a lookout point over the Taieri Plain.

A reminisce or two from Grant (photo & caption Barbara)

Grant gave the group a brief explanation of the science that had occurred on the farm visible to us from this point, including the development of the exotic sheep quarantine farm with its double fencing, all completed in double quick time and the introduction of the East Friesian sheep semen through AI into the locally bred Coopworth ewes.  On completion of this exercise, part of the original quarantine area was redeveloped to allow possums (in particular their reproduction) to be studied (with a view to limiting it!).  Unfortunately, time did not permit a visit to the residual feed intake building where frequency and duration of eating bouts as well as amount consumed are recorded for individual animals (maybe another time!) so we proceeded down the farm road past the building now housing K9MD and VetEquine.

New building where the K9MD dogs are trained (photo & caption Pam)

We stopped again at the shearing shed where Grant pointed out the Portable Accumulation Chambers for measuring methane emissions from individual animals and further on, the CT Scanner building.

Grant explaining his sheep methane testing device (photo & caption John)

Road to Invermay with Mosgiel in the background (photo & caption Pam)

By now we were really conscious of the time, and headed for the Cullen Conference Centre which had been booked for our increased numbers, passing the oak tree planted in memory of Crop & Food staff who had perished in a plane crash in Christchurch in 2003.

Even more members met us for the lunch part of the day.  The room was warm, the food appetising, the tea & coffee welcome; and stripped of footwear, backpacks and jackets, we selected our eats, took a seat and partook of conversation.

Lunch and talk (photo & caption Helen)

Following lunch, we were joined by Pauline Blomfield of K9 Medical Detection (K9MD) Trust, who gave a fascinating talk on her work training and using dogs to detect prostate and bowel cancers, with a view to also detecting breast cancer.  There is no public funding available for this work and as a result a large part of her time is directed towards worrying where the $500K that is required annually to simply keep the doors open is coming from.

Introduction to K9MD with Pauline Blomfield (photo & caption Barbara)

The success rates Pauline provided on the correct detection results for the dogs was inspirational, and in proposing a vote of thanks we were proud to present her with over $300 collected from TRTC members during lunch.  Thanks heaps, all of you!  For anyone else who would like to know more, visit https://www.k9md.org.nz/ and if you’d like to contribute visit here  https://www.k9md.org.nz/help-us/donate.

View in Invermay (photo & caption Helen)

On re-booting ourselves, some folk left us at this point and the remainder headed back towards the farmyard and the stock route underpass to avoid having to cross Puddle Alley.  Traversing an underbridge was something new for a few members.  Up the little rise, through the gate, and we found ourselves back in the vicinity of the tree-fellers.  The return along the track to the river crossing seemed to take no time, and again no members were lost in the crossing.

Exiting Invermay’s underpass at Puddle Alley (photo & caption Barbara)

By now, the front “runners” could smell home and headed off for the rugby grounds car park.  The driver and the car left at the airport were reunited and they headed home to Dunedin.   There was a brief stop for some stone fence lessons and those who had joined us enroute now peeled off.

Having briefly enquired about a coffee stop before we left, and there being no obvious demand, the remainder of us said our goodbyes at the car park and headed to our respective homes.

On behalf of the Leaders, and all those wearing fluoro, thanks for your good-humoured company.

Barbara and Grant

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No. 26 on old hardcopy list of 113 club tramps. “Wesleydale – Maungatua – via 3 Kings. L Wiffen. Year round.”

Abt 25 km from car park.

26. 10/11/2021. Three Kings – Heenan Road. M. Leaders: Cathy Ferguson and Sue Nichol

18 Hikers set off from double gates where we parked our cars about 9.15 on a very warm humid day.

Photo Cathy Ferguson

On a well formed farm track it is a steady climb through bush and morning tea was a stop, with views over the Taieri Plain.

Photo Cathy Ferguson

Photo Cathy Ferguson

As we climbed higher there was several stops to enjoy the views of Lake Waipori, Lake Waihola and the wider Taieri.

Photo Cathy Ferguson

At the cattle yards where there was a small calf and 3 large cattle we turned right and walked up a rougher steep track until we reached the 3 Kings. Lunch stop was had at this point for a relax and a little banter.

Photo Cathy Ferguson

Photo Cathy Ferguson

Photo Cathy Ferguson

We then headed back down the track to the vehicles. Amazing how going down always goes so much quicker.
A hot but warm day was finished with a drink at the Wobbly Goat.

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Morning tea in the Museum Reserve – photo Noi

Walking through the varsity – photo Noi

Otago University Clocktower Building – photo Noi

St David Street steps – photo Noi

Bush track up the hill – photo Noi

Bracken View – photo Noi

Alex at the gravesite – photo Jenny

Magnolia tree in the Botanic Gardens – photo Jenny

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With tramping off-limits because it was the first day of the COVID-19 lockdown for August 2021, we decided a pictorial record of some members activities might be interesting. These photos were taken by members between noon on Wednesday 18th August and noon on Thursday 19th August. Some were taken during the limited exercise opportinities available. Some are recording what people do at home when unable to go out. So what follows is a random selection of Club members activites over a 24-hour period in these strange times. [You can click/tap on any of the photos to see a larger image.]

The Simpsons were hoping to be up on Harbour Cone today. We had to do a local bike ride instead. Take care everyone!
Cheers  Margreet and Neil

Tramping round my garden at Willowfield – photo and caption Eleanor

Just been on a great bike ride – caption and subject Chris

What’s the next best thing to leading hikers today? Taking my midnight visitor for a walk – caption and subject Raewynne

Walk along the Silverstream Bank – photo and caption Helen

What a mission to get Ken to take this – photo and caption Ady

Haha you’re stuck with me ….. photo & caption Jenni

Day 1 of lockdown and Bruce is trying to escape – photo and caption Jenni

Neighbour’s flowering cherry tree on our way around the block – photo and caption Ross

I have not been feeling the greatest, so no activities outside for me. But been busy with my leadlighting in stead. I am making panels for inside doors. The first has been completed with the dog’s approval and working on the second one, a real labour of love! Everybody keep well and safe. Marijke

Out with daughter Jenni and friends on first day of NZ lockdown. We are on the Wattle walk, Jarradale, Perth Hills. Great scones for reward! Take care back there. Cheers Phil

Woodturning – subject Gordon

Outram Glen Track – subject Gordon

Dave’s picture

Whilst out on my walk this (Friday) morning found this bear sheltering under a tree , with very few clothes on ,along with snow along the tops of the Maungatuas !  Jill

And lastly, a little test of local Taieri knowledge to keep you guessing.

Do you know what this wall was erected for. It is located in Stedman Road just along from Helicopters Otago.  Cheers, Jenni.

See the responses in the Comments section below.

***Breaking News***

Jenni says “Thanks Jan and Nikki and Bill, we had no idea of its purpose. On the other side it has these partitions. Funny we pass structures like these all the time but pay little attention to them!”

“Larnach’s tomb visit.” – Photo and Caption John

The track took us through to a sealed downhill footpath alongside the old Northern Cemetery. After a brief stop to admire Larnach’s Tomb (a small scale reproduction of First Church architecture), we meandered downhill to have morning tea at the Thomas Bracken (writer of our National Anthem) lookout.

“Inspecting Larnach’s tomb.” – Photo and Caption Jenni

“Morning tea with a view.” – Photo and Caption John

“Some uphill around the botanic gardens.” – Photo and Caption John

“Inside the propagation complex.” – Photo and Caption John

Here we were met by Alice Lloyd-Fitt who capably explained the history of the building’s development and it’s functions, both for the Botanic Garden, and the preservation of many endangered plant species. We were then led on a tour of the premises .We visited separate greenhouses, each maintaining specific microclimates, to suit plants

adapted for arid desert, tropical forest, through to sub Antarctic Island climates. The variety of plant life, and complexities of their maintenance requirements, was mind blowing!

“Which one would suit my garden?” – Photo and Caption John

Following this visit lunch was enjoyed at the Azalea Garden.

“Lunch on the green.” – Photo and Caption John

Then it was into the cars for a quick trip down North East Valley to Carr St, and from here, a walk along the side of Lindsey Creek on the Hospice Track.

“Three happy hikers.” – Photo and Caption John

This took us to the old Palmer’s Quarry site where Alex told us an interesting tale of , a”Ghost watcher”, who still does maintenance in the area, and has the keys to the old brick building at the quarry entrance . (Complete with horseshoes in the windows.)

“More talking than eating.” – Photo and Caption John

“Enjoying the Chingford top track.” – Photo and Caption John

“Tale end Charlie at the back.” – Photo and Caption John

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We first went to inspect the nearby “Lonely Grave” of Mr Don Graham.

Family grave in Ardachy Station. (Helen pic and caption.)

The Graham family have been on Ardachy for 120 years – check our club website for more details about the “Lonely Grave”. [Scroll further down this post for this. – Ed.]

A short stop was made in the tussock for morning tea, before continuing on down hill. 4 friendly horses greeted us when we reached “Blacksmith Flat”, beside the Taieri river.

Four friendly hores came to visit. (Helen pic and caption.)

We followed the “Flat” upstream for some distance, before turning and retracing our steps.

The return journey was up “Blacksmith Gully”, and we travelled some distance before stopping for lunch.

Lunch. Second photo I missed was a lovely view while no fog. (Helen pic and caption.)

The cloud had come down now, with no more than a couple of hundred metres visibility, and remained so until we returned to Outram.

Lunch spot (Ken pic and caption)

View from lunch site (Ken pic and caption)

… not far from where we had to cross the stream, & start the climb back to the car. After a leisurely lunch, we moved on until we came to the old mine shaft, which we climbed up the bank to inspect. the fence around it is slowly getting wrecked as time goes on, but the bush growing around the hole is still protecting it well. After this, it was just a matter of climbing back to the car, which seems like a daunting task when looking up from the valley floor, but it only takes around 1/2 an hour to climb out.

GPS 10.9km
moving ave 3.8km/h
moving tme 2h 52min
total ascent 445mtrs.

The pic below shows 3/4 of the party at the point on the ridge where on previous tramps we had crossed from the river side of the ridge to the other. We arrived at this point by keeping to the ridge and avoiding the river-side track. Here we stopped for morning tea.

There had been a little drizzle to this point, but from here on, the weather and the views cleared to give us a good day out. To those who remained at home, we proved that you make your own luck. Bravo.

The cross-over point on the ridge taken on previous tramps.

And from this point we still kept to the ridge and found a clear crack down the nose of the ridge to the river flats. Club pioneers! I think we’ll always wish to do the descent this way, now. We explored Blacksmith flat, noting a new electric fence put in no doubt to keep stock away from the river.

We then took the track down-river that leads to the further flat reached from the Mains Road tramp, and lunched, seated at the lovely BBQ area. Then it was back to take the Blacksmith Gully route up to the car.

The writer had forgotten just how far we have to ascend the gully floor before locating the FWD track that takes us back up to the car.

Ascending Blacksmith Gully

Then it was just a 25-minute hard-breathing one-foot-in-front-of-the-other climb, after first subjecting Judy to the obligatory mine shaft sighting.

Back at the car at top of ridge

And so back into the car and out along a road, good and smooth, but a bit sloppy from the earlier drizzle. A good try-out for Ian’s little new/old Corolla. – Ian.

GPS of route, courtesy Ken

Memorial Site

Climb

Ridge

Lunch by Taieri River (Ken pic)

Walking back after lunch (Ken pic)

Postscript: (A bit of Club history, recollected by George and confirmed by Bob Heenan.)

Daphne, then President and founding member of the Club, was also a member of  the Dunedin Photographic Club. She met Don Graham, Ardachy Station owner there and got talking. An upshot was that he invited the Club to do a tramp on his land. This the Club did in 1989. They parked where we still park today, and followed the ridge from there down to the Flats. An arduous effort, following the ridges ups and downs. (We follow an easier 4WD track today.) On their return, club members were surprised to find Don by the cars, with a billy boiling over a fire.

“22/8/90. Members of Taieri Recreational Tramping Group waiting for billy to boil after tramp. Ardachy Station, Hindon, Taieri Gorge.” (Ian pic, scanned from Peg Chisholm photo collection.)

He invited them to get their mugs out and filled them with tea. A very happy introduction to what has been a satisfying series of tramps there over the years.

Post-post-script: – from NZ Herald Sunday April 3 2011.

Don Graham, 72, was buried on his Ardachy Station property at Hindon this week in a ceremony attended by more than 120 family members and friends.

A bagpiper played as Mr Graham was interred in the place he had chosen on the property, among rolling hills and wind-swept tussock.

A piper plays as Don Graham’s casket is carried to his plot beside the Hindon station road overlooking his farm, Ardachy station, and the Taieri River. Picture / Otago Daily Times

Funeral director Robert Campbell said it was the first time in 40 years he had been involved in a home burial.

“It’s very uncommon, because you have to get permission through the Burial in a Special Place Act,” he said.

The law stipulates that people must be buried communally if they lived within 32km of a cemetery.

But it allows for home burial “if there are exceptional circumstances making the burial of that body in that place particularly appropriate”

Mr Campbell said: “He was granted permission by the Ministry of Health four years ago, because he and his forebears had farmed the land for 105 years and had a close association with the property.”

The grave site looks over Ardachy Station towards the Taieri River.

“It’s a lovely spot in the hills overlooking the valley,” said Robin Gamble, who delivered the eulogy at the funeral.

Mr Gamble said Mr Graham was passionate about the area in which he lived, and always wanted to be buried there.

“But it was very difficult and involved. He had to get 10 affidavits from people to support his request, as well as regional council consents.”

Mr Graham lived all his life in the area, taking over Ardachy Station from his father-in-law in 1956.

Mr Graham’s widow, Leila, said it was an emotional day for her and her two sons.

“He spent very little time away from the farm, and he would have been so proud. We can look out the back window of the house and see him down there now,” she said.

Mr Graham enjoyed a laugh. On April 1, 1991, he appeared on the front page of the Otago Daily Times with a “shabbit”, a creature he claimed to have bred from a merino sheep and a rabbit.

The April Fool’s Day trick was so successful people were still ringing him up months later to ask about breeding stock.

– OTAGO DAILY TIMES

9. 1/3/2007. Ardachy Station, Blacksmith Gully and Flat. Medium+ Leaders: George, Doug M

Ben Rudd Property and the Otago Tramping Club Inc

Ben, a gardener of repute in Dunedin at the turn of the century, owned and farmed land at the top of Rudds Road, from 1890 to 1919. In 1919 he sold his farm and retired for a short period to Dunedin city. Finding urban life unbearable, in 1921 he purchased a 45 ha block of land on the northern flank of Flagstaff and lived on this property until he died in 1930 at the age of 76. Ben was intolerant of trespassers, claiming at onetime that up to 100 trespassers a week were causing him considerable annoyance and damaging the property.

In 1923 a party from the newly formed Otago Tramping Club was “warned off” by Ben Rudd. One of those in the party descried “the feelings of alarm as they encountered the stocky bearded little man with the shot-gun.” Despite the initial antipathy, Ben Rudd eventually established very good relations with the club. To help prevent further trespassing the Club paid him £5.00 to cut a track round his property.

Ben Rudd died in 1930 and his property was bought by the club in 1946. The club’s committee learned only by chance that the Rudd property was available, significantly, as it was probably the only property in the area not already owned or spoken for by the Dunedin City Corporation.

The transaction, although undertaken by the committee without reference to the general membership was enthusiastically endorsed at the next AGM. The money for the purchase was loaned by Mr W Stevenson, who later refused to accept repayment; a generous gesture that has long been appreciated.

– From the clubs Friend of Ben Rudd’s Certificate.

Where tussock begins …

Mt Flagstaff keeps vigil on our city. In time of rain it hides away. Settlers knew the area, one more so than most: Rudd by surname and solitude an aim.

Before exile, the English-born migrant learned his craft well – from all accounts. Dunedin Town had no better gardener.

After first urban years Ben Rudd settled 40 acres at Flagstaff where a byway signifies his title. Any dwelling has gone, though relics are visible. Picture a wee man living rough up yonder, wild pig as meat for the pot, with a rabbit or two when empty; like hermits of old, contented alone.

Farm development kept Mr Rudd busy in mid-life. Stock were grazed instead of tillage, for nature could zap the best of crops. Snow lay early on Flagstaff and often stayed late. While horse and foot were modus operandi people riled him less, but as Dunedin grew and travel improved bother came along.

Legends tell of youth driven off by an ancient scattergun fired at random; also of a rare journey from Kaikorai Valley to the “smoke” by cable car. Pint-sized Ben fell out with a mammoth Edwardian dandy; temper ablaze he swung on the man’s watch chain, kicking shins like a demented elf!

Photographs reveal Ben’s Place lay near the summit route, which could often bring intruders. An assault and trespassing lawsuit of 1907 confirms the trend. On finding a picnic circle with billy aglow Ben took offence – combat with a younger bloke left him second best. Later court action yielded a shilling and costs were allowed.

This highlighted years of hostility on access matters.

Much dirty linen was aired in court of prior violence. While oft provoked Ben had an obsession about his rights worthy of King Canute.

Increasingly unwell he battled on for another 12 years, selling in 1919. Life in Dunedin had less appeal, however, and 18 months saw him back at Flagstaff camped near his late abode.

Illness finally overtook him at the public hospital. He died in February 1930, aged 76 years.

Tramping Club members are said to have tended his old patch for some time after.

Footnote: Eighty-odd years ago much of Flagstaff and Whare Flat comprised small farms. These have since been purchased by the city. You can wander safely now, apart from trail bikes! – Dunedin Star Midweek,24/5/1995. Community News. Peter McLauchlan’s Sketchbook. With Bill Brosnan.

Installation and Dedication of the Linda Mercier Memorial Seat.

The crowd met on Saturday 20 April 2002 at the Bullring and made light work of carrying the materials pre-built by Peter Mason to Ben Rudd’s hut site. A contingent from the Merciers arrived at lung time to catch the last of the installation process for the large durable seat. Everyone, including the children, helped, and a track was put in to the site, which will command a spendid view from the beech trees.

1930s

Old Ben eased back to rest on the slope beside his home and wipes away the sweat from his face. Funny how snowgrass seedheads are always tickling your face no matter where you sit, he thinks, as he watches the sunset glow extending right over Silver Peak. Crunching the last of this year’s gooseberries from his garden, he thinks of the stupid boys from school a few decades ago who taunted him about his size, who made him just want to spend his life alone. No pests up here in his little piece of heaven. Time to turn in. More track cutting tomorrow for those trampers, he thinks, then I’ll put on my best jacket and go into that blasted Dunedin for supplies. He hangs his rough old coat on the three-prong coat hook screwed into the rafter by the door, gets his fire going from the lunch-time embers and begins to cook up his tea. This lis life, he thinks. Day to day peace.

Early 1950s

Old Ben has gone, but his home remains, lovingly maintained by his old friends in the OTC. They never ever got to really know the old chap, but they all admired him. There’s a bit of broom climbing the hill into the tussock. SOmething Ben would have see off. “All in a day’s work” as he would have muttered to himself. It’s a pleasant day and the place is peaceful as usual until two stupid boys from school show up among the tussock from the Flagstaff summit. “Hey, nobody around. Let’s have a look inside to see if ther’s any gold. The old hermit was probably a miner.” “Don’t be stupid. No gold here.” “Hey, look at the old coat hook up on the rafter. Bet I can swing on it.” There’s a groan of timber, and the old rafter begins to shift.  The old man’s home can’t stand too much of this treatment. Luckily for the rafter, the screws in the three-prong coat hook let go and the kid falls, laughing, on the floor, although he’s hurt himself. The other one, having fnished carving his hame, is really amused. Great to see someone else hurt, eh? The boy gets to his feet and yells at the coat hook in his hand as if his fall was all its fault. He steps outside. Flings the offending article up the hill into the flax.

2000s

Just another work day by those trampers and mountaineers from the OTMC. It’s still a peaceful spot, although the stupid boys from school still cannot leave Ben alone. They have tried toburn down the shelter that replaces his home, and continue to leave their names and obscenities as only stupid boys can. It’s a working party today, though, in a group that bears his name with pride: “The Friends of Ben Rudds”, installing a seat at the point where you can still see that treasured view of Ben’s. It’s misty, but the folk caatch a glimpse of Silver Peak every so often. One of the workers, digging out a hole for one of the four seat legs, uncovers a three-prong coat hook from among the broom roots … and, wiping away the sweat from his face, wonders about its history.

– From Ben Rudd’s Management Trust Friends of Ben Rudd’s Newsletter, No. 9

The shelter site with Linda’s seat, Ben Rudd’s house site, the Bruce Campbell beech trees and the remains of Ben’s garden is of interest …. The majority of the beech trees were planted and more pig damage to former plantings was undone. The ground in fromt of the Linda Mercier seat was raised and secured and the Shelter’s fireplace with its concrete slab was demolished and/or buried under soil and turf. The shelter was cleaned out. Some of the worst snow damage on the track was tidied up. A permit is required for every fire on the property, including any billy-boiling at the shelter.

– From Ben Rudd’s Management Trust Friends of Ben Rudd’s Newsletter, No.11