South Island Trip as reported by Jenny

 

AUCC Trip Report South Island Part I Boxing Day to After New Years 
 

      Running late? Of course.  Already packed? Sort of.  Our driver? Gone AWOL.  So started my first summer trip with AUCC, but the situation was as familiar to me now as red beets on burgers.  The simple plan (sort of): Colm and I meet up with Mai who has our boats and James’s car at her place, ditch our car and then dash to Tauranga to reunite James’s boat and car with James, load his camping stuff then drive like mad down to Wellington to catch the inter-island ferry.  So far the first part of the plan was not going well as Mai was not answering her phone so a series of calls were made to find another way of contacting her.  In that time Mai woke up and charged enough juice back into her phone to finally start the ball rolling.

      The boot stuffed at Mai’s place (and wondering where James was going to fit in), I sprawled across the backseat and, as anyone who has ridden anywhere in a car with me knows, promptly fell asleep.  But this driving part was boring anyway, I’m sure. 

      To save time we rolled into Matamata to pick up James.  James’s dad put in an epic effort to repack the boot, James reclaimed the driver’s seat and then we were off again.  Our next stop was to pick up a second-hand lifejacket off Trademe for Colm.  Then to a small town near Wellington where we got dinner and groceries that we had no space for.  Oh, and the three packages of seaweed flavored rice crackers that were never touched.

      Meanwhile my arm was covered in bright spots courtesy of James’s old C1 paddle.  The boot was too packed for the paddle to be put properly out of the way.  So the blade was resting in between the two back seats.  My arm started tingling and burning for a while until I finally figured out what on earth was going on. The worn fiberglass edge gave me hive-like red spots all up and down my arm.  Colm got a patch as well, but I was about ready to throw the damn thing out the window.  Mai had already made a telling off redundant, so nothing was left but to sit and wait for the spots to go away.  Plenty of open road for that.

      We made it to Wellington and the ferry on time despite all possible drama.  Campbell and his car had made it down in one piece as well.  Jammed into one berth, with a six-pack of Monteiths were eight of us and two single beds so it was a little crowded.  Isaac didn’t seem to handle it so well and hugged his knees to his chest and squished himself into a corner.  Nick Maday was a little less extreme, but put the hood of his Nike jumper over his face.  Unfortunately, his nose and chin kind of ruined the ‘face in shadow effect’.  Two beds.  Eight kayakers.  So naturally that meant that two people should climb underneath the bunks and sleep there without wasting floor space.  Campbell tried his luck grabbing some bunk with Mai first, but Jen (newly Christened by Nick ‘CJ’ for ‘Canadian Jen’) won out promising to be the big spoon and take up half the space.  Somehow Mai ended up the big spoon anyway.  Campbell, James and Nick grabbed the under bunk space, I kicked Isaac off the bed so he slept at the girls’ feet and we all killed some time with a snooze.

      Hit Murchison at a god-awful hour in the morning so who knows where everyone slept.  I can’t imagine that Nick put up the Taj in the dark, but maybe he did.  Little did he know when he did put it up that the blue and white monster would become the dumping ground for the entire group; swallowing Campbell’s car keys, storing club gear and sheltering Pete’s mattress, Syphilis, for social events.

      Tes the Mess, Pete and Nick Williams had already made it to the campsite along with a friend of Jono’s from the UK.  Nick Roberts, who, because of our over supply of Nicks, became Brit Nick or Brittany or Wales depending on who you talked to.  Nice kid.

      The kayaking prowess highlights of the trip were pretty intense.  The Granity Creek rapid, some angry looking water, a drop, followed by more angry looking water and two holes was done by all who had leveled up to it.  The first run was surprisingly without carnage, Tes rolled ridiculously close to one of the holes, and Wales decided to live on the wild side and shot right into one of the holes without blinking.  The rest of us got to clamber through the brush and over the didymo ( ‘rock snot’ is so appropriate; nasty squishy stuff) covered rocks with our paddles while everyone else took our boats down.  (After seeing no one die on that churning piece of water I asked, being all about self-preservation, when I could do it.  Sadly, after Doctor’s Creek it was not meant to be).

      I wasn’t there for the second run as true skill was displayed when Colm, Isaac and Campbell all decided to do Wales’ hole eating one better and swim the Granity Creek Rapid.  While Mayday just kept it simple and did the rapids upside down.  Separate adventures included Nick Williams managing to break his paddle trying to crowbar his way out of being pinned.  Much to say the paddle didn’t like that idea.  Mai and Campbell duct taped a leaky air mattress and loaded it with Jager and Red Bull then took it down Doctor’s Creek as a floating bar.  Campbell at the helm (whenever he was facing forward) sort of steering with James’s extra C1 paddle, and then being towed by Pete at all other times.  I managed to find trouble when there was supposedly none to be had by going off to play on a ‘wave’ that was a hole and flipping over before hand.  My face kissed a couple of rocks and pretty much I was done being upside down and pulled my skirt.  Came up to a lot of startled faces to discover that I had rubbed off part of my cheek, my chin and gashed my eyebrow, which provided the great effect of having blood running down the entire right side of my face.  Mayday flipped and swam in grade II and lost his paddle for a sad twenty-five minutes or so before it was spotted on the side of the river and the two were reunited.  In the words of James, our spiritual leader, ‘nice work’ to all involved.

      Off river carnage had its day as well.  Nick Williams grabbed a kerosene lantern with his bare hand.  Pete stepped on an improvised tent peg made out of a piece of Wales’s car radio antenna and cut the bottom of his foot open.  Wales flirted with possible carnage on New Year’s Eve when he decided to hit on a thirty-year old woman while her husband was sitting right next to her.  He then successfully became a drunken liability and had to be led forcefully back to Pete’s van where everyone had crammed in to hit up town for some action.  Tes came in second, tripping over some concrete steps with Wales and falling onto the sidewalk while everyone else trailed slightly behind on the drunkenness.  Campbell pulled out some pretty sweet dance moves and Mai had difficulty staying on her bar stool.

      The van ride home after midnight proved interesting.  James was self-appointed designated driver, as well as people loader (as Wales actually had to be thrown into the van).  Isaac drunkenly played with Colm’s hair all the while asking if I was jealous that he was touching my boyfriend.  Mai had Mayday on her shoulder and Wales in her lap.  Wales being completely trashed couldn’t be moved, though Mai half-heartedly asked the drunken crowd in the back to come to her aid a couple times.  CJ somehow got left behind completely and ended up walking back from Murch with Kylie and Yan.  Apparently she hadn’t progressed to her biting stage of drunkenness so was still fit for human company.

      A kid stole James’s, Colm’s and my vodka through the kitchen window.  A group of the little bastards set up a decoy to whine for some mixer while another one snatched the bottle. We found the decoy later sitting next to our stolen Smirnoff, and the pipsqueak said a friend had given him the bottle—he hadn’t stolen it.  The boy was pretty trashed but his elders handed over twenty dollars since they had helped drink it.

      Nick Williams had to be coaxed to bed after he heroically tried and failed to ‘save’ Tes from going into Pete’s van.  Isaac had a long stint in the kitchen waiting to sober up enough to move after spewing in one of the sinks.  I’m not really sure where Wales slept, and I think CJ stole Maday’s sleeping bag so he was confused for a while as to where he was supposed to sleep.  Jen Logan (now Jen Ross) offered some moral support to the more sober taking care of the less sober.  Her van was also my first introduction to ‘Say no to Mo’ bumper stickers.

      My part in the trip ended with Maruia Falls.  James had mentioned a waterfall and I had said (without thinking) ‘sure, why not’.  Twelve meters? Twelve feet? Bring it on.  Silly little American, meters and feet are completely different kettles of fish.  So I was about one notch short of hyperventilating when I actually saw the waterfall.  And I wasn’t alone.  CJ, Mai and I were dead against it until Mayday surfed about half a meter from the edge, did the worst line, and still came out alive.  Pete did it once, Nick Willams did it once, Colm did it twice after he swam the first time, and then CJ, Mai and I had one go each.  CJ was fine, Mai pulled her skirt before she hit the water and I got pulled out of my boat.  Mai managed the most drama by having her boat appear and then making us wait another fifteen seconds for her pink helmet to come bobbing to the surface.  All I could see from upriver was Campbell pick up the throw bag and scan for a place to chuck it.  Extreme points to all who participated.

      The rest of the funny stuff isn’t really mine, but if you’re curious ask James about hitchhikers in the South Island and he’ll have a story for you.  It even involves Queens of the Stone Age.

      Cheers to all and apologies for the heaps I have forgotten!

      Jenny Snapp 
 

 

      Some side notes that didn’t make it in:

-Pete thinking up better ways to bring booze on the river after he’s already on the river

-Pete’s mattress syphilis, unlucky enough to get shat on

-Campbell’s keys…gone missin’

-Mai becomes Max

-Jen somehow is little spoon…Mai is big spoon

-Isaac freaking out in close quarters

-Jen awakened by the smell of food…too soon

Jenny

10373014_856890227663560_1989376627391890097_o
NZSL TRIP
Wero Rapids Festival
AUCC Club Champs
Outdoor Clubs Ball
11114095_994482683904313_7452404632574713681_n
12140914_1076432209042693_1439441303213440020_o
12087150_1076426372376610_7542425925135655698_o
12094879_1076421692377078_1997838708655544162_o (1)
11077372_965888196763762_4149362414972363846_o
15936718_1422816311070946_4361877512167648587_o
14102963_1281048178581094_7147195429767622405_o
12484848_1158456217506958_1391345598233374417_o
1271099_1158452004174046_92973215545047778_o
12828326_1158450410840872_1945908269708856576_o
1185275_1159133784105868_5734125943184222730_n
11009928_960830757269506_6324551314493405252_o
11043163_960845110601404_2667393220446839480_o
12034323_1070371649648749_8185294239441287693_o
12998317_1184815468204366_9054923692054320745_o
13071789_1191360767549836_2522957270325436860_o
12265891_1158453830840530_6910640793847316132_o
14435406_1303517926334119_6390447301045826728_o
20160521_134809
14589612_1313561798663065_2985766118810183935_o
14566457_1313562551996323_1397398828346316722_o
14468763_1313561601996418_8950802507833929442_o
11133958_976337049052210_2662704889100468003_o
10683611_976341405718441_9129223187153675910_o
16463521_10209521060121745_7208661838392429515_o
16422789_10209521069961991_8116009778224386900_o
12484743_1116085548410692_3722386014915478143_o
12484869_1116086391743941_4449909182535432340_o
14352366_1303518069667438_4108391173823873523_o
14352368_1303516906334221_3862207149827405114_o
14409554_1303532616332650_4016612082909691980_o
14102963_1281048178581094_7147195429767622405_o
20160521_134809
11114095_994482683904313_7452404632574713681_n
10393859_994483013904280_1555064586793151714_n
20160313_081228
12484848_1158456217506958_1391345598233374417_o
12828326_1158451467507433_8453066330711909059_o
1185275_1159133784105868_5734125943184222730_n
12967898_1180145052004741_3685881250588047991_o
20160410_081620
12971027_1180145285338051_7037482774800094579_o
11099550_976334139052501_8276490999625882061_o
11136253_976341762385072_7789798395163809832_o
1504244_976381855714396_6002111928620487285_o
11133958_976337049052210_2662704889100468003_o
11009928_960856063933642_7371806239600718531_o
11025977_960855670600348_3138194585910666825_o
12120014_1076432289042685_8120420019694305408_o
12080348_1076424279043486_9206723986088736568_o
12140893_1076422642376983_1994410826838983556_o
11224036_1043667618985819_5704036592002405860_o (1)
11872235_1043667732319141_7521873676053776053_o
12068422_1070373442981903_6046157877646893131_o
12032921_1070371942982053_5600414975885905737_o
10473363_856886254330624_6289060957127310576_o
10373014_856890227663560_1989376627391890097_o
10661645_856884837664099_8927180955040583373_o

AUCC is a whitewater club affiliated to the University of Auckland. We are one of the oldest canoe clubs in New Zealand, tracing our history back to 1949.

Incorporated Society Registration Number 222220. Charity Registration Number CC53093.

2017 Runner-up Sports club of the year

Search by Tags
Please reload