Charleston Mar 25-31

 
For the third and final phase of the expedition we were based out of Charleston Cave Base. I was immediately impressed at the improvements since my last visit including more sensibly laid out bunkrooms, removal of the death-slip material on the access ramp, more clotheslines, and even while we were there, addition of a new cooking stove. For this portion we were joined by Henry Rotherham (one day), Kieran, and Travis. In particular it was great to catch up with Travis after many years. For the first day Kieran led several of us up the Tiropahi and an intermittently dry Doubtful Creek in search of Mystery Creek Cave, perhaps not visited since the application of GPS. Portions of the creek were incredibly scenic with chains of delicate mossy tidepool-like pools and greenery everywhere. Along the way there were all sorts of interesting karst features with submergences and resurgences seemingly everywhere. We made it about 1.5km up the creek when things were starting to feel more grim with no obvious cave in sight. Just as I was about to give up hope I heard hoops and hollers, the cave had been found. Mystery Creek Cave had a neat resurgence entrance with algae covered stalactites and linked crystal-clear potholes along the floor. Carl and Mark surveyed while Travis and I scout ahead into the cave. It was quite a sporty cave with much climbing and stemming to avoid deep wading and swimming pools with a nearly continuous chain of waterfalls. The cave had clearly seen nearly zero visitation, as evidenced by the many sharp protuberances that broke off as we climbed, adding an extra hazard. Travis and I made it over 150m into the cave to a broad pothole and waterfall that there was no way of passing without a swim that was a good enough place to stop. My survey instrument got a weird azimuth error so we ended up leaving the survey for Carl to take on himself as we worked our way back to the entrance and then caught up on the last several years. It was a neat cave but a bummer we spent so much time finding it that we did not have the chance to finish the survey. We arrived back at the cars about 5 minutes before Henry and Kieran, perfect timing.






The second Charleston day was forecast for somewhat poor weather and declared an overdue rest day. I used it as an opportunity to drive south to catch up with Mary over lunch, then laundry. It was indeed a miserable rainy day but not nearly as bad as forecast. In the afternoon I took the Americans to play tourist by checking out Pancake Rocks and Truman Track, favorites despite their popularity. Pancake Rocks had some of the biggest swells I had seen there before, which added to the appeal. We ended the day with a social dinner at the Charleston Pub.

Pancake Rocks
Truman Track 
Weather was the worst of the whole trip the third day and even Kieran admitted it was terrible. Wanting to make something of the day, I ended up driving to Westport to sort out Metro Cave and Babylon Cave permits. In the afternoon Carl and Kieran went out into the Tigers area to drop a no go-pit while I took the others on a tourist trip through Metro Cave. When I go to Metro it is hard for me to overlook the extensive digging and "improvement" that has gone into making this a guided tourist cave, but happily everyone else was able to enjoy the cave and appreciated the plentiful formations and large rear entrance, someone even mentioning they thought it was the best tourist cave they had been to. It was a nice enough way to kill a few hours and to try to rally motivation for another day out in the bush the following day. 




For the fourth day we all headed into the Tigers area, an exciting new system discovered near West Coast classic Golf Course Cave. Carl and Jed surveyed a pit cave called Maestro Tiger. Carol and Joel partially surveyed Upper Tiger. Mark and I ticked off various leads including a few handline and rappel pits, but nothing that amounted to anything. Nearly every photo I took this day had a curious robin in it watching us closely.


For the fifth day most of us surveyed in Venturer Cave, a classic well visited cave near the end of the Nile River rainforest train. I mapped in the back of the cave with Carol and Mark while Carl led the front with Jed. This was only the third survey I got to do on this trip (typically deferring the sketcher position to Carl who is undoubtedly more efficient at it than I am) so I enjoyed the mental engagement even if it took about an hour to break free of the large breakdown room towards the back of the cave. For the sixth day Carl and I got an early start to finish off survey at the Fenian Caves while the others had a semi-botched trip into Babylon. The seventh day Carl and I mapped the "a bit shit" streamway extensions in Venturer Cave, completing to currently known cave at 853m. There were some exceptionally unpleasant squeezed through rockfall in this section, an appropriately miserable final day to wrap up the expedition. For the eighth day there was not much else to do other than clean up the hut, get rid of trash, and make a detour to Maruia Falls on the drive back to Nelson/Richmond. We met David for a nice group dinner at Sprig & Fern and I found us a nice vacation rental to stay in, certainly the swankiest place we stayed by a large margin.  For the final day I shuttled the AM crew to the airport, had a brief catchup with Oz and Debs, then had a couple hours to tour around with Carol. We drove through Motueka to check out the blue waters of the Riwaka Resurgence, then had my favorite NZ fish & chips at The Smokehouse at Mapua. It was absolutely mint weather, classic kiwi summer vibes all around. Then I dropped Carol off at the airport, then myself shortly after. And that was it.


It was a long trip. Great weather. Nobody got sick or injured. Yet years of planning built high expectations that were not matched in luck or enthusiasm and so I came away disappointed. I still have a mountain of survey data to go through and cave maps to draft (work!). I hope everyone else had a good time. I'm no less enthused to spend more time finding caves in NZ, but perhaps the next trip will be solo so I can go at my own pace. Thanks to all the participants for joining the effort.

Ōpārara Mar 20-24, 30

For the second phase of the expedition we dropped down to six people for a few days poking around the Ōpārara River, one of my favorite karst areas in New Zealand. With some difficulty I managed to navigate the red tape to secure us the necessary permits for us to stay at the Honeycomb Hut to explore and map caves nearby, and also a permit to be able to do a couple recreational trips through Honeycomb Hill Cave. We started based in Karamea with a day along the lower Ōpārara River at the Fenian Track (Fenian Day 1). A DOC loop track off to the side guides trampers to three very different caves (Miner's, Tunnel, Cavern Creek) and includes a mandatory traverse of Tunnel Cave from submergence to resurgence. Despite the high visitation, no one has ever bothered to survey these caves, which I thought was a worthy goal. I had scouted the caves a couple years earlier and even partially surveyed Miner's Cave. I sent Carl, Jed, Carol, and Joel off down the trail to survey the Fenian Caves while I recruited Mark to join me on a potential bush bashing goose chase. I spotted what I thought should be a well-defined ridge in the lidar, and despite the likely thick coastal bush, wanted to see if I could establish a route up to the granite/limestone contact above the parking lot. 

After some difficulty finding the ideal place to dip into the bush, we passed through a lovely nikau palm grove then began the steep climb up the hillside, using our hands as much as our feet. Eventually this got us onto a ridge where travel was much improved. It took us about 45minutes to go 500m horizontal and 200m vertical, but frankly I could have made half that time if I went solo so I considered this a success. Once we arrived at the edge of the limestone though the travel actually got much worse with some terrible windfall, jail bar-like supplejack thickets, and even some bush lawyer thrown in for good measure. Slowly we worked our way east along the granite/limestone contact, discovering some very interesting resurgences and submergences along the way as the water curiously followed the contact to the east instead of just plunging southeast down the contact. We documented several interesting features, but none that were obviously more extensive. With the slow progress we only made it about 400m along the limestone to an entrance that had a faded venetian blind tag on it (AR 132), a sign that the Buller Caving Group had been to this area in the 1980s. We stopped 100m short of the minimum I was hoping to get to, worried about the time it would take us to get back through or around the windfall. We tried a steeper descent more directly down to the trail that had some exposed root-clinging sections down active landslide scarps, a route I would not opt to ever do again. Once on the trail it was a short stroll back at least.




Meanwhile Carl put in a stellar effort in Miner's Cave where I had left the survey at a low and wet crawl (no air in the high water conditions I saw it in). He pushed through to find quite a bit more cave, eventually getting through a miserable muddy squeeze into a large but brief borehole passage on Cavern Creek. It is quite possible that despite the generations of high visitation to this cave that he was the first to make a throughtrip. Meanwhile Carol and Joel put some effort into mapping Tunnel Cave and noted that this too seemed to have extensive passages with minimal visitation. After the bust of Garibaldi Ridge, I think everyone was happy to actually get in a cave today! We decided to end the day in Karamea one last time, then drive on to the Ōpārara Basin in the morning.

In the morning (Ōpārara Day 1) we set out for the McCallums Mill Road end. We packed for the 1 km to Honeycomb Hut and got ourselves situated at the always cozy hut. The hut could sleep six with bunks in two rooms, but Jed and I opted to each pitch a tent outside to free up a little more space. I sent Carol, Carl and Mark to survey AR 102, a nice 100m throughtrip near the Ōpārara Arch that I rediscovered the hard way a couple years before, finding it from its upper entrance after a lengthy bush bash only to find it was tagged on the bottom entrance. I led Joel and Jed along the cut track and then off north of the Ōpārara's big bend to an area both Neil and Kieran separately suggested there was a cave worth surveying. The Ōpārara was as low as I have ever seen it and I could actually cross it with dry gum boots the whole way up. At one point we spotted a very chill male/female pair of blue ducks paddling around, which was a nice thing to see.

The most obvious caves were two entrances under a limestone dripline on the true right margin of the river so I started surveying while Joel and Jed had a look around. This ended up being two hyper-sinuous canyon passages, both making throughtrips through the block of limestone. By the end of the survey I had to assume this was not the cave they had in mind; it would be borderline insulting to send me to map it. On the way back we checked out the interesting karst window only 100m north of the hut. I had previously checked out the terminal submergence but the resurgence was actually a very nice section of stream passage with 180m of walking/stooping through beautiful sculpted limestone; curiously this stream lacked the tannins in the Ōpārara River nearby, had nearly as much water, and flowed away from the river suggesting a separate, more mysterious source. I later ended up calling this the Rogue River System to emphasize its mystery. Back at the hut I text messaged Kieran on the InReach trying to get more info about the cave he wanted to send us to.



The next day (Ōpārara Day 2) was our Honeycomb permit day so I led two trips through the cave to adhere to the permit stipulations regarding group size. Both times we went A to L entrances on the tourist trail, up the Honeyflow Stream to the T entrance, then back down the stream, then Bee's Knees, Eagle's Roost, Hives Canyon, Gypsum Passage, D Canyon, D Passage, Winter Garden, out the M entrance then through the Honeycomb Hill Arch. My usual plan of continuing down the Ōpārara River was thwarted when it was clear there would be mandatory swimming instead of shallow wading. I managed to find an easy enough escape up and across the top of the limestone wall, finding another marked cave, AR 115, in the process. From here it was a straightforward jaunt back along the cut track back to the hut. Both groups enjoyed the many entrances, defiantly large moa bones, and nice patches of glowworms. Carl and Jed surveyed the Rogue River submergence (35m) and resurgence (188m) pair near the hut in the morning and then I took them for an afternoon tour through Honeycomb. The following photos cover the pretty typical highlights from a Honeycomb Hill Cave trip.











A flurry of texts from Kieran came through on my InReach the previous morning including some lat/longs for some caves to survey so we had more tasks to do for Ōpārara Day 3. Carl and Mark tackled the upstream extensions of the Rogue River System in a cave they ended up calling Mud Lover's Delight, then Carl surveyed AR 115. Carol and Jed explored and surveyed two additional caves nearby. Joel and I headed back up the river to Pt 294 now that we had a GPS location for the cave Kieran wanted us to survey. With the GPS point Kieran only offered "Decent cave. Needs surveying" for a description. Thus, before we had even visited this cave, this cave became named Decent Cave, and the cave I surveyed the first day across from it in error retroactively was named Indecent Cave (145m). Joel and I found Decent Cave immediately (white tag too faded to recover a designation) and surveyed it without issue. It was a straightforward single passage that went in 129m to a sediment choke so "decent" actually seemed a little generous. The most interesting feature of the cave is that halfway through the cave ceiling becomes the siltstone overlying the limestone so the cave developed right at the upper contact; the siltstone had all sorts of pectin fossils to add to the appeal. This survey did not take us all that long and so we did some exploring on the true left of the Ōpārara past the big bend in the river, finding some interesting bits and pieces but no system of significance. As we got close to the other teams, Joel found an interesting entrance with a strong draft coming from a brief knee crawl and so in we went to pop out in a slot on the other side. Up the slot Joel disappeared into a subtle entrance, eventually finding footprints and realizing that this was the back side of the cave Carl and Mark surveyed (Mud Lover's Delight). Just inside the entrance was the largest moa bone I had ever seen, thoroughly impressive. I checked out an additional third entrance on this slot and then we both walked out of it to find ourselves right at the Honeycomb Hill Arch. On our walk back we ran into Carl who had just finished surveying AR115 (81m)- prefect timing. Carl saw a great spotted kiwi after dark, which I was mildly jealous of.

Decent Cave
For the last day in the area we had a split target of both Ōpārara and Fenian. Carl and I rallied for an 8am start to head back to the caves in the rift past Mud Lover's Delight; we did a surface survey to connect to the throughtrip cave. At a weird pit drain feature Carl noticed that the two caves were ridiculously close with a side passage in Mud Lover's Delight. I practically moved two small rocks and there was the hole connecting the two! I looped around into Mud Lover's and we managed a handshake connection between the two which was very satisfying. With similar motivated effort we managed to connect the throughtrip section to the next passage to the north, giving Mud Lover's Cave 4 entrances and 275m of surveyed length. Carl and I were both thrilled at the productive morning and were motivated to do more with the day. We packed up, locked the hut, rejoined Mark at the car, then drove around to hike the Fenian Track in to map Cavern Creek Cave (Carol, Jed, and Joel left earlier to hike in and work on Tunnel Cave. Carl and I were nice and productive, wrapping up the survey of Cavern Creek Cave (really two caves totaling 143m) in about 2 hours. Thankfully it was overall less wet than I anticipated. Meanwhile there was all sorts of shenanigans with Mark walking off the track and up the creek, Jed looking for but not finding the Fenian Workings, and Carol and Joel making a little progress on Tunnel Cave but not finishing it. I ended up running the entirety of the cave loop track to make sure I flushed them out (they must have already started hiking back down the track). This was one of the more satisfying days of the trip for me, largely thanks to Carl's company and motivation. Onward we drove to Westport for groceries and dinner, then a moderately late arrival into the Charleston Cave Base were we met up with Henry, Travis, and later Kieran. The subsequent blog post describes Charleston. 

Cavern Creek Cave
While in Charleston the fact that we had not finished mapping the Fenian Caves despite the involvement of seven people and three days of surveying, really festered inside me. This would be one of the more useful and tangible products we could provide to DOC to document frequently visited caves and I did not want to leave it incomplete. I really really wanted to finish the survey of Tunnel Cave and frankly at this point I only trusted Carl and I to complete it. Carl was keen and so we rallied hard with a 6am departure from CCB to get us all the way back up to Karamea and the start of the Fenian Track. We dressed and packed for speed, making it to the upper entrance of Tunnel Cave in about 45 minutes. We cleaned up a few leads and corners, surveyed the lower side passage to the secondary entrance, then the extensive northeastern side passage through some very decorated and surprisingly minimally trodden galleries, then finally I dug open a small extension to the north that obviously would have continued to an additional entrance (draft) but had a formation choke. In all we made great time wrapping up Tunnel Cave while adding lots of survey. We sat in the upper entrance eating a snack while we waited for the rain to subside.

Tunnel Cave side gallery
When the rain finally did subside we found that we still had more day left (despite inevitably needing to hike out and drive two more hours back to Charleston. Going further along the limestone contact seemed pretty unpleasant in the wet bush so instead I suggested we detour off the track downstream on Fenian Creek to where lidar suggested some odd topography where it encountered the limestone. We followed a [currently dry] overflow channel to a limestone cliff, and sure enough a cave with water below. After a little clambering around we found a more obvious way into the cave, dropped packs and explored surprisingly pleasant multi-branched flood maze passages. The limestone was beautifully stylo-bedded and crisply sculpted throughout. In short order we found at least 4 entrances, with at least four points where Fenian Creek was pirated through the limestone. The dramatic bottom resurgence entrance popped out right at the contact with the underlying granite in a lost world window with both upstream and downstream rapid-filled slots on the river. Back at our packs Carl and I looked at each other, acknowledging the time but also drawn to the allure of mapping a great little cave on the spot. We surveyed as efficiently as we could, while still check out the many nooks, crannies, and drainage pipe passages this cave has to offer. While not officially one of the tracked Fenian Caves, it makes for a very worthwhile detour for both cavers and trampers as long as the stream is not running high. By the time we finished mapping the stream had come up a little more and there was now water starting to flow down the overflow channel. 



Fenian Flood Maze Cave (and below)

This last day was as good as the expedition got for me personally. It was the only day I was really challenged to push, be productive, and to map a functionally new cave. Once again Carl was MVP. It was also a nice reminder of the value of lidar in being able to find new caves, even those 50 m off of a DOC track. The Ōpārara remains a really intriguing area for me, one that I would love to spend weeks of my life exploring in intimate detail.

Garibaldi Ridge Mar 15-19

 
Lidar imagery is so dangerously alluring. With the promise of seeing through vegetation to uncover subtle landscape features, it has been a gamechanger for many aspects of my research into faults and landslides...and an ever present distraction whenever new data is available for bush-covered karst areas. All of a sudden you can see pits, stream sinks, and resurgences that otherwise were completely hidden and know exactly where to look. It does not however tell you which features have been looked at before or do a great job telling you which have human enterable caves. After years of drooling over lidar imagery planning targets, a half-year of trying to secure permits, and months of organizing equipment and personnel, the day had come for a cave expedition to the West Coast. This would be in roughly three parts: the high risk (and potentially high reward) helicopter into a minimally explored edge of a wilderness area (this trip), a few days mapping and exploring in and around the Oparara River, and a few days based at Charleston exploring and mapping at the Nile and Tiropahi rivers. Joel was in charge of personnel, which led to a slightly unusual scenario in that I didn't know half the participants beforehand. I was the last to arrive in-country, which meant everyone else did the shopping and on the ground gear collecting largely before I arrived. This resulted in some annoying shenanigans like buying way too much food, but I was appreciative that I didn't have to be responsible for it. We had a pretty straightforward drive over to the West Coast and booked ourselves into the Last Resort in Karamea, which sadly had gone downhill since the last time I stayed there. Lots of frantic packing and repacking ensued.

We awoke to a nice crisp morning in Karamea, rallied to pack, drove to the aerodrome to meet our pilot Glen, then drove to a paddock at the end of the road on the south side of the Karamea River. We readied our gear in the cargo net and InReached that we were ready to go. Within minutes we heard the helicopter and then had the blast of the propellers temporarily pushing the pesky sandflies away. I sat in the front in the first load, making sure that we had the best landing and campsite before loads two and three arrived. It was a quick flight over a very low flowing Karamea River, then up Cuckoo Creek and past the dramatic sandstone cliffs of Pyramid. Though I had seen them dozens of times in aerial imagery and lidar, the joint-controlled karst fissures and pits on the tussock plateau were still impressive to see in person, a vast area to carefully watch your step. After one loop around, we identified a nice spot to land at the far northeast corner of the Euphrates karst plateau and efficiently emptied the chopper. 



Within minutes the chopper was gone. From my past experiences it is not uncommon to feel the abrupt isolation and insignificance of being tiny specks in a vast, seemingly vertically exaggerated landscape, but this wasn't Fiordland and the sunny day and cheerful Dr Suess-esque dracophyllum trees instead presented a friendlier atmosphere. Almost immediately we noticed the gaping dark void of the main entrance of Euphrates Cave at the base of the arcuate bluffs- too bad we weren't the first to find that I thought. My first order of business was to find some water that we could rely on for the next several days. I found a nice following stream a stone's throw away at the base of Garibaldi Ridge: check. The next task was to find a campsite for 10 tents and a kitchen area; nearly all the ground was unsuitably sloping and/or soggy so this proved the more difficult task. After weighing our options, the best was a sloping partially sheltered hollow requiring us to carry all our gear about 300ft from the landing site. 

Once the others arrived we shuttled gear and got to setting up camp. Almost immediately curious and troublesome wekas descended on us, looking for any opening to peck or cart away loose items. With others I worked to setup the main kitchen tent with a tarp annex, carving a very comfortable spot out with some effort. Carl masterminded an incredible latrine near the edge of the limestone cliffs, complete with flawless mountain vistas and a view of the Euphrates Cave entrance as a reminder of why we were here. With all the group organizing I was the last to select a tent site and figured it would be slim pickings, but I actually managed to find a nice lump of sphagnum moss on a slight ridge that was better draining than most areas. I struggled to sleep and stay positioned the first night but after that I figured to place gear underneath one side of my sleeping pad to make a more effective platform, and then I was set. 

Half of us were content to sit out the rest of the day in camp, while five of us were interested in checking out the steep route at the edge of the scree slope up to the saddle on Garibaldi Ridge- for my prospecting targets to be viable we ended this to be a reliable route both up and down. The saddle was only 300m away from camp but 150m vertically. The route was reminiscent of a half-pipe if it were coated in sharp piercing plants for handholds and mud for feet; the route lured you in with each step being subtly steeper than the last until before you knew it you were clinging to a near-vertical cliff off of small (but apparently well rooted) shrubs and tussocks. I was the first to summit and breathe a sigh of relief until I realized I would have to go back down it later!

Our daily plant-clinging commute up the half-pipe of doom
Once up Brit and I hiked east along the ridgeline following a narrow goat trail centimeters from the abrupt cliff edge. The lidar proved very reliable and we soon got into the swing of marking off choked sinkholes and checking out a few more prominent pits, some requiring rope that we had left back at camp. For a quick scouting mission we managed to tick off about 25 features and worked our way down into the bush. Overall everything we saw in this area was poor quality sandy limestone, but the karst features proved there was subterranean drainage if we could find a way inside. In the bush we were greeted by the usual curious ensemble of robins, tomtits, fantails, and wekas; the whole trip I enjoyed the Americans reactions to these overly curious birds. Nearly out of daylight we returned back to the saddle, this time descending via the ridge immediately to the east; it was great but we got better at the routes over the days. This ended up being the standard commute; up the west spur that was more exposed with smaller plants as handholds, and down the east spur with thicker vegetation that allowed gravity-fed crashing down the steep slope. We enjoyed the first of many excellent sunsets, the foreign Southern Hemisphere mat of stars, and most miraculously, a campfire. 




Sunrises were also spectacular, often with low valley-filling clouds creating islands out of the distant ranges. We set into a typical daily pattern. Slow starts, sorting into three groups by motivation/interests, then eventually heading out from camp around 11am. Each day I led a group north down the central valley into the middle of the unexplored karst area. The stream here distinctly lost most of its flow at a prominent joint but unfortunately no human-enterable ways were found. Each day we progressed a little further and spread out to find new features. We found several features with good drafts that were either too tight or needed further digging. Several 5-15m deep pits were descended with handlines or ropes, only to prove blind or too tight in each instance. Further down the valley near the main sink area there was better limestone and some promising features but we continued to be thwarted. Some way, somewhere there was a way in, we just were not lucky enough to find it. The other groups had similarly frustrating results. The most extensive cave I found had about 50 m of passage past a nasty squeeze but no draft or indication of more passage. I searched over a hundred different karst features. It was a lot of planning and effort for not much to show but at least the weather was stellar with only one drizzly day, the views expansive, and the bush very pleasant.



Several deep pits were found in the northwest area, a few requiring ropes to enter. One of the most promising seemed to be revisiting Yesterday's Hole, a 50m deep pit found on the first Garibaldi expedition; a descent to the bottom found it less promising than the description and too tight to continue. On the last day Carl and I traveled the furthest, making it to the edge of the bluffs to the northeast, but still no caves to show. 







So after our fly-in day and three solid days of prospecting, we arranged for a helicopter pickup on the fifth day. We left plenty more ground to cover and karst features to check in the future, but it was clear we were not going to find the system I know is hidden within this northern karst plateau that should be larger than Euphrates Cave. Overall the limestone quality was poor and discouraging but someday someone will return and find the elusive cave system. So it was with my personal disappointment and embarrassment of leading 9 other people (8 from all the way around the world) into the middle of nowhere with not promises but strong suggestions of finding caves that we had nearly nothing to show for it. We had one more nice dinner at the Karamea Hotel together as a group before some had to part from us. I huge thanks to Mark who graciously footed the helicopter bill, which took considerable sting out of the disappointment but not embarrassment.