Urewera

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S THE UREWERAS Ah, well - logging roads do get extended but it was a bit a two area This is one of immense interest, being the of surprise. The least known in the North Island. Its dense shooters in residence soon had a billy on, bush shelters abundant game and its Maori offered us unlimited use of their food, and people the children of Tuhoe cannot be built up the fire. While we warmed up inside excelled for kindness and hospitality. a youngster arrived just on dusk t? tell of a pig he had shot - all three of them went off Tramping is easy and the warm nights in with the truck to pick up the carcass to add the sheltered valleys make camping the pleasure to the two already in the porch. Then the it should be. Having innumerable historic fourth shooter arrived in time to join us for a connections one cannot fail to find here many brew. Eventually the others returned. We links with by-gone days, and a new interest is helped them finish the beer and port left over added to the joys of tramping. from the wedding which had ended early that September 1953 morning. We chatted. They admired our primus. We learnt how to pronounce the local UREWERA QUEENS BIRTHDAY 1970 names. They asked where we had come from. We found out about the logging roads and .From the forks white venetian blind offcuts local milling. When Jeff mildly complained marked the track according to the map up about the time we were getting up (5.30 am. onto a ridge and down the other side to the the next morning) he was told that when he Manaohau left branch hut. Our estimates reached my age he too, would find every varied from one hour to two hours travel. minute precious as there was so much to do First the white venetian blind cutoffs went up with time running out! A pleasant evening, steeply - 15 minutes to the first step on the especially so as I'd never realised how spur. Half and hour later we reached the particularly harmonious the Maori tongue is in ridge and agreed that half-an-hour or so down the bush in the evening in front of a firethe other side should see us at the hut. Six saddles and eight changes of direction later we Nick Jennings, August 1970 were wondering where the white venetian blind offcuts were leading us. Eventually they plunged down and we followed suit to end up looking at each other in the Kaitawa S Stream with no sign of a track or hut 4.30 two and