Uncle Roddus Tramping Diary:Tramp No.67
Bobs Biv - 5th January 2008
This was another trip I did with the Christchurch Tramping Club and I wrote the trip report which is on their web site. Below it the report from that trip.
As I live in Oxford, I met the party at the Wooded Gully picnic area on a cool foggy morning just after 9am. After the usual “Hey Roddus, we haven’t seen you out for ages” and a quick reminisce with Helen, who was on the aforementioned expedition in 2000, it was decided to tackle Mt Thomas first, as some of the party hadn’t been up there. As we climbed, we passed through the fog into very warm sunshine and the sight of a big white fluffy blanket covering most of the Canterbury plains. Clive and our trusty leader soon left us in their dust until we reached the summit of Mt Thomas in about 1¼ hours. We found some shade and had 1st smoko.
From the summit we headed off west along the open ridge, dropped down into bush to the junction of the Wooded Gully track, continued on to the junction of the Ridge track, and then on to the junction of the Pinchgut hut track(not signposted), where Kerri erected her new sign pointing to the Bobs Biv track(now signposted). Had second smoko and hoped to have lunch at Bobs Biv. After travelling some time along the track and debating how long it would take to get there, it was decided to lunch at 1pm even if we were not at the biv by then. Sure enough 1pm came and went, and still no biv, revolution was in the air, legs were getting wobbly and it was decided to lunch in the shade of the trees just before the track disappeared into open tussock.
Towards the end of lunch, I pointed out that Murphy’s Law predicted that the biv would only be a few more minutes walk along the track from where (some of us in desperate hunger) we were forced to stop for lunch. Sure enough, after 10 or 15 minutes we re enter the bush and there is Bobs Biv.
Bobs Biv was lovely and clean with the most inviting mattresses I have seen in a hut, a big outdoor tin fireplace and a trickle of a stream nearby. Helen and I found our names in the hut book from 2000. Clive madly asked if there was any way we could carry on down to the Garry river and link back to our cars, an idea that was soundly rejected by those of us of a more moderate tramping nature and so off we headed in the direction from which we came. We descended from the ridge down the Ridge track through beech forest until the last part of the day was trudging through the awful wastelands left by the harvest of the pine forest. Even though it was nearly tea time it was still pretty hot out there in the open. We arrived at the cars, sore, wary and thirsty after nearly 20 km of walking (next time I’ll stay the night). Still, it was a most enjoyable day.
I think this must have been about the time I broke my camera as the very few shots I have of this trip were taken on a freebee camera I got with some electrical items I brought for work and the picture quality is very lousy. I flogged this picture off the CTC website. Uncle Roddus is the one looking over Helen's sholder at the hut book.