
I had a sinking feeling about this weekend but pushed it aside. And really what happened was obviously going to happen anyway so no point in avoiding it.
It had been a very wet week. Trying to get everything dry after the Matakana drowning had been an issue but we packed up and headed off to Waiouru on Friday morning as planned.
We took Snoopy the Huntaway along to meet her new owner who was driving up from Hunterville. She met us at the turnoff on SH1 and Snoopy got to get out for a bit of a play. She thought she was there to do some mustering and was all fired up ready to go!

It had rained a fair bit of the trip and seeing Waiouru so damp and wet looking was a bit strange. In the past it has been extremely dry and very dusty.

Catching up with people from previous treks and meeting the new faces helps to fill in Friday night while waiting for Saturday to arrive.
That night was absolutely freezing cold, and far from pleasant sleeping! Saturday morning, while looking a bit dismal was however dry and no rain was forecast till later in the day when we should have all been back in camp.
I love Waiouru. The terrain, the views, the mountains and just the great big open space that you don't get anywhere else.
Had we asked too much of her too soon?
Me taking over seemed to be just enough to snap her out of it and she carried on for most of the day without another hiccup. By the very end she had got got tired and got a bit humpy again but it was a very long (10 hr) day and the horses were all very tired by then. She had a slight tender area on her back the next morning too so may well have been feeling very sore at that time.
Then another crossing held us up as it was not too easy and many horses decided they were not going to cross it. Lots of people had to get off and horses had to be forced across this area. Summer saw others refusing to go and decided she wasn't either. I tried her a couple of times but she was not going so she too had to be lead with lots of encouragement from behind, i.e, a whip over the backside which made her decide to just jump it and look out mum!
One horse was injured at this point so I lead it for quite some time so its rider could walk easier on the difficult terrain.
"Te A", Summer, Charlie & myself getting a bit damp. I was wearing 4 layers, 2 of them
polar-fleece.

Argo valley and the DoC muster yards
polar-fleece.
Argo valley and the DoC muster yards
So to cut a very long story short, we eventually made it back to camp at 7 pm. We had been out on the horses for 10 hrs.
I won't put down too much about the loose horse that I lead. It was wearing hoofboots on its front feet and completely lost its footing at one point, scrambling desperately for traction and tangling itself under Summer who was trying desperately to stay on her feet. Lets just say the weekend could have been better!
We were all feeling very tired and by this stage wet as the forecast rain had arrived. The horses were quickly settled and we got some dry clothes on and headed for dinner as of course we were very hungry by then.
I had messages from home to deal with. Car had been found and towed to a panel beaters, not in great shape but found and family member was safely back home and shaken but OK.
We had made the decision that we would go home Sunday morning though and not ride as there was a lot to be dealt with.




1 comment:
Oh wow what awesome pictures and what an amazing trip you had. I really enjoyed reading about your adventures.....hope all modes of transport got home without further injury
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