The line up outside the accommodation at the forest headquarters. Two blocks of bunkrooms with toilets and showers between them. Marvellous set-up and only one of the options for a future club trip.
Ben having a crack at a hill climb in one of the quarries we came across in the forest. This has been taken before a tree jumped out and ripped off the right hand side of the bull bar.
Just one of the stream crossings in the park. This one led to a couple of tracks that disappeared into the bush.
Ben has a lash at getting through the creek.
Many of the tracks were pumice and get washed out and rutted easily. This one had ten foot deep holes and gullies running beside and across it.
Peter finds one of the deep ruts. . .
. . . vehicle inspection pit anyone?
Up and out. Mars coming back from a look at more tracks. . .
Picture drawn by John
. . . as did Griff.
Mars and Ben on a bit of a rescue mission after Griff found a hole that he couldn't beat. . .
Griff should've realised this was all going to go pear shaped when the truck went down instead of forward when he hit the throttle. . .
. . . a tug backwards . . .
. . . followed by a yank . . .
. . . then finally free after a bit of winching.
Griff tests Newtons theories on an unsuspecting John at the centre of the north island.
Yes there are trolls in Pureora, though one appears to be a youngster flushed from it's lair.
